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the-erickson-labrynthian · 7 years ago

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Stories of Sabyn IX: Alan Reigns (3)

(It might be a bit late in the day, but here is part 9 of 10 of my short story series set in the same world as my novella Nathan and the Allex Cube. The second to last part is a long one, to make up for the shorter part before. And, it’s definitely not one to miss, in my (totally non-biased *cough*) opinion. As I’ve said before, I hope you enjoy it, and the finale coming later in the week. Thanks for reading, and here it is:)

Alan Reigns (3):

Alan was staring at his son, dangling as he was grappled by the neck by the guard of a tyrant. He was speechless.

“What is this young boy doing here, William?” Wesigin asked.

William stepped in front of Alan and outstretched his arms, talking in the calmest voice he could, “He’s one of my associate’s children. Probably just wandered in because he’s an idiot, who doesn’t know when things are for adults only. It shouldn’t be too big of a problem to toss him into the truck, would it not?”

“How did this boy manage to get in here? Does your associate tell his children all of his plans?”

“No, I was with Alan since I told him the plan. The boy had to have eavesdropped himself. And showed up here because he thought he could convince his father not to do this trade.”

“Not to do this trade?” Wesigin laughed, “Why would he want that?”

“Why do you care so much, Ron?” Alan yelled, “I thought you were smarter than this, Ron… why didn’t you just stay home?”

“Calm your associate’s tongue,” Wesigin said.

William slapped Alan in the arm, “Let me handle this, Alan. This is a simple matter. We do the trade and we’ll take the brat back and show him what happens when he puts himself into adult matters.”

“There’s a… problem with that, William,” Wesigin said, “You see, how could I trust a business partner who cannot keep secrets from a mere child? What man in his right mind would call this a simple matter? No… we must deal with this, here and now.”

William put his hands to his side, to the pistol he had shown Alan before, and said, “Wesigin, I told you, it’s a simple matter. Kids screw up. Let him go, and you get everything as normal. I’ll even let you keep a hundred million.”

“Don’t give this ass any money!” Ron said while still in a headlock, “He’s killing you, Dad.”

“Shut up Ron!” Alan screamed.

“No,” Wesigin raised a hand in the air, “Let the boy speak.”

The man holding Ron released enough pressure form his neck to let him talk clearly. Ron said, “You wanted to know why I came here, Dad? To stop you. This man is a monster. He’s going to kill people, Dad! And you’re helping him do it! Doesn’t that mean anything to you? Don’t you see how horrible that is.”

“Ha!” Wesigin laughed, “The boy is following his morals. Morals… always putting the mouse so easily into the trap. It is those without morals who plan ahead before storming a palace. Those without morals who win in the end, bringing a gun to the fight, to come out alive, because they only care about themselves. Morality… is… ignorance. Right, William?”

William kept his hand where it was, “Let the boy go.”

“Have you given into morals, William? After all these years, I finally see this side of you?”

“I have always had morals. They’re small, but they’re there. Let him go.”

“William, William, William,” He began to walk to the man holding Ron, “You may have lost your survival instinct in favor of ignorance, but I can assure you,” He quickly sild the gun against the temple of Ron’s head, “I have not.”

“No!” Alan shouted, “You touch my son, I’ll kill you!”

William drew his own gun, but as he did guards all pulled guns on him, and Wesigin lifted up a finger and said, “Na ah ah! You know if you pull that trigger I’ll pull mine, William. That’s no way to do business.”

Ron was whimpering as he spoke, and his crying set off Alan more, but he was stuck, held firm without a weapon, relying on William to do something.

“Wesigin,” William warned, “This doesn’t need to happen.”

“Yes it does. You brought a gun here, to my home, William. You thought you could make the best of me? I own this world, William. There can be only one survivor.”

“The child has nothing to do with this. You pull the trigger on him, it will be your life.”

“And you could kill all of these men?”

William glanced at Alan, and behind Alan, Renold, who, at a nod form William, moved in front of Alan. The hulking beast whispered to Alan, “We’re doing what we can.”

Alan wanted to rip Wesigin’s head off…

“That slave won’t be able to stop us all, William.”

“Let the boy go. We’ll walk away. You keep the machines. You keep the money. Keep everything. I will leave, and never contest to you again. Be kind to this boy. Don’t let it end here. Not like this.”

“You are in no position to lecture me about kindness, William. Do you think I trust you will leave freely? No. Action must be done.”

“Daddy!” Ron whimpered, “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have done this…”

Alan tried to say something, but he was frozen as the gaze of his son pleaded at him for some response.

“Quiet you,” Wesigin scolded, “Die with dignity!”

“Let him go!” William shouted.

“I said as I said, action must be done.”

“I will kill you, then!” William commanded, “If this misses, I’ll fire again and again, until you are dead in the ground, in a pile of your own filth! If you are protected, I will smash in the skulls of all of your guards with my bare hands, and then, when I get to you, I will wrap my hands around your throat and squeeze every last bit of life out of you. Then I will do the same to all of your kin. If you do this, I will not let you live. I will unleash Hell onto you.”

There was a silence, until broken by a chuckle from Wesigin, “Such passion, and morals. Kindness. But… William, no matter your reputation, and those rumors of your excellence, and power, I am above all gods. All kindness. I told you, William: morality… is… ignorance.”

Wesigin fired the gun, and a thunderous sound roared through the air as Alan watched a beam sear the edges of his son’s head and shoot completely through him. Ron lost all life in his eyes and he fell from the grip of the guard, limp on the ground, with steam coming off of him. Alan fell to his knees.

In this instant, William fired his own gun, and a larger beam shot through the air and pushed into Wesigin, burning a hole through the entirety of his torso, and launching him away, blood spilling from him to form a trail to his corpse. At his death, guards went to open fire, but William pulled a small glass ball from his back pocket and threw it on the ground, yelling, “Renold!”

Renold twisted in front of Alan and pulled him into an embrace as the whole area filled with thick smoke, telling him to cover his eyes. Alan had never known the artificial being well, but in this fluidity of rage and emotions, he clung tightly to the thick shirt of this man, crying into it as he imagined the image of his child once more. While he was under Renold, he heard gunfire and screaming, but after a moment, there was silence.

Renold let go of Alan and put him to his feet. The smoke had cleared, and only William was left standing, surrounded by at least seven armed guards in a pool of blood as he slid his gun back by his side. Alan looked around at these corpses until he saw the small body of his son, whose corpse had managed to lie in a near fetal position against the ground. Alan went to his son and pulled him in his arms, almost checking if he really was dead, not wanting to believe it. Then, he cried.

“Why… did you have to do this…” He muttered, “Not thinking before you act. Finding me, just to die. Why? W-why… did I do this? Why did I choose this life? Why did I come here. Oh… Ron…”

William began to walk towards Alan, comforting, “Alan, I’m sor-.”

“No…” He said, “Say nothing. Say… absolutely… nothing, William,” He rested his head against his son’s chest, still feeling the warmth of his flesh, “I wanted him to be better. I wanted him to never do what I did. What could I have expected from having this life? Why did I do this? Why…”

“I understand your pain, Alan-”

“No!” He turned towards him, screaming, “You can never understand! You don’t love anyone! You’ve never cared about anyone else but yourself! You’ve never created anything that wasn’t meant for war, violence, and death! You could never understand! He wanted to be good! I ruined him, by following you! By expecting you to understand! But all you do is hurt! Kill! Destroy! You learn nothing!” He found himself wildly gasping for air, “You only care about surviving! You led me here. You led yourself here. You led my son, here.”

“He should’ve had a weapon. Something. Why would he not think of that?”

“Is that really something to say right now, William? That says… everything. You don’t understand. Not while you’re alone…” He wiped his eyes and stood himself up, “My son… he was an idiot for doing this. But, he wanted me to be better. He… cared. And you!” Alan marched over to him and began hitting him against the chest, William absorbing every blow, “You’ll have a son who does nothing right. You’ll have a son who wants to be everything to you, and kills himself doing it. Any son would… and my son is a hero for doing it for me, even if it was stupid, and even if he died. A hero! And as long as you live a life all about yourself, he’ll always be better than you!”

William said nothing.

“What am I going to do?” He screamed, “For the rest of my life, who will I love? What family do I have to go back to? What will I do, knowing my son will never get to live his life?” He moved back to hit him again, “God dammit, I hate you! I hate you! Why won’t you just die!”

William caught the fist in midair and tightly squeezed Alan’s arm, causing the two of them to shake. Alan looked at him in the eyes, the eyes of a cold man who loves no one, knowing he could do nothing to him, but begging William to try and fight him, so he could punch him right in the face, even if it got him killed. What life did he have anymore to lose?

“Renold,” William said, “Get the man his money.”

Renold nodded and picked up the briefcases, blood splattered all over their surface, and put them by William. William thanked him and told him to put the machinery back in the car. He let go of Alan’s hand and opened one of the cases, pulling out three bundles of hundred dollar bills and putting them in his pockets, making barely a dent in the case.

“The rest is yours, for your family.”

“My family is dead, you monster!”

“The choice was yours…”

“You coached me to it!” He screamed.

“Maybe I did… but I am just like any other man. You have everything that I do. Every equal choice. Blame me as much as you want, but you made the choice. Here’s your reward. Take it and get your family out of poverty forever. I’m leaving, now.”

William began to walk away, with his Renold unit behind him. Alan fell back onto the ground and grabbed the shoulders of his dead son, pulling the corpse into an embrace again. He was cold.

“You know how to reach me, if you need anything. I’ll always be in contact. And… I am sorry, Alan.”

William climbed into the truck, and commanded Renold to come along. Renold seemed hesitant, looking at Alan for a while before joining him. Once they were in the vehicle, they drove off, leaving Alan looming over his son.

Alan closed his son’s eyes, and wiped the tears he had cried. “I… loved you, you know. I… always did what I thought was best. I hope you did, too.”

There was a silence… Alan looked around at the other corpses. He had to take his son out of this place. This filth. He didn’t want this to be where he stayed. Alan picked Ron up, holding his head close to his shoulders, and then picked up the briefcases and slid the handles all the way into his arms. Then, he left for the gate.

But, suddenly seeing the empty lot in front of him, with what he carried in his arms, he could do nothing but laugh.

“He took the truck, Ron,” He said through his laughter, “He took our truck.”

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evening-primroses · 4 years ago

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ok besides maurice what are some of your favorite books and movies?

ooo okay so my other fav books are

the god of small things by arundhati roy

saadat hasan manto's short stories

nobody killed her by sabyn javeri

goodbye freddie mercury by nadia akbar

karachi: our stories in our words by maniza naqvi

and my other fav movies are

desert hearts (1985)

the great gatsby (2013)

angry indian goddesses (2015)

betty blue (1986)

psycho (1960)

#ask #:)))

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everlvrks · 5 years ago

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naming in songbirds and snakes

authors note: it is 1 am and this is unbataed, apologies for any spelling or grammar errors.

the hunger games is known for its outrageous, futuristic names; one of my favorite pieces of the series. this post does a beautiful job analyzing the names that appear in the original trilogy and categorizing them into 4 different categories. but that post is a little old and we’ve just recently got a lot more content (and names) to pick apart and analyze.

researching these names reminds me how everything suzanne includes in her novels is intentional. she doesn’t pick random names because they sound good but because they mean something. i think that’s important to remember while reading this series. it’s definitely something i will keep in mind during my next reread of the trilogy.

i didn’t cover every name in tbosas. if there’s a name you have thoughts about, reblog and let me know.

potential tbosas spoilers and long post under the cut

names will be divided into capitol and tribute (district) names

capitol

capitol names take many influences from ancient roman and greek names, but they also tell the story of the character. i will only be discussing major characters, not all will be mentioned.

coriolanus: snow’s first name largely has to do with his story. from the play coriolanus by shakespeare, meaning “conqueror of corioli,” a heroic roman solider, caius marcius, gains his name from a victory at corioli. when he leads the attack on corioli, it does not go well. but he keeps fighting and returns to rome victorious. he brings glory to rome and his mother volumnia. basically summing up his whole story. he tries to lead an ‘attack’ (him trying to win the games) but that fails. he’s reduced to a peacekeeper but he still doesn’t stop trying to be something greater. he wins in the end. he goes back to the capitol, attends university and is mentored dr. gaul.

which brings me to...

dr. volumnia gaul: dr. gaul’s name has two parts. one representing her relationship with snow. the other representing her relationship with panem. volumnia is the mother of caius marcus in shakespeare’s play, coriolanus. volumnia, in the play, uses caius as a means of securing personal prestige aka using snow’s ideas in her games. she wants her games to be better, the best. and she uses snow for that. gaul was also a roman province that embarrassed rome (read: gual’s games not being popular, things going wrong, etc.). but unlike gual, dr. gual was not stop/conquered by panem/rome.

sejanus plinth: sejanus was a close friend and ally of roman emperor tiberius who worked to improve conditions for the empire. he was also strangled to death. sejanus plinth was unable to change anything before his death by hanging. a plinth can be looked at in two different ways. @hutchhitched described it as a platform—a place someone can take a stand and deliver a message. it can also be looked at as a means for climbing. social climbing, if you will. the main ambition of the plinths.

strabo plinth: a wealthy philosopher who allied with the romans and was granted roman citizenship as a reward. seems familiar? plinth: see sejanus.

crassus snow: crassus was a roman general who played a key role in the transformation of the roman republic into the roman empire. just like his namesake, crassus snow was known for his military experience and wrote the proposal for the hunger games, successfully transforming panem into what we know today.

tributes

typically, tributes have names that reflect the industry of their district. there are a few exceptions to this; including sabine, ginnee, jessup and lucy gray baird.

district one

one of the wealthier districts in panem, district one is responsible for producing luxury items, such as jewelry, for the capitol.

male tribute: facet, literally meaning “one side of something many-sided, especially of a cut gem” suggest gemstone that is placed into jewelry but he is merely a part of the captiols larger plan.

female tribute: velvereen, derived from velveteen, meaning “a cotton fabric with a pile resembling velvet.”

district two

another wealthy district, district two is the home of the nation’s quarries and masonry workers. also recruits and trains peacekeepers and produces weapons for their use.

male tribute: marcus, derived from malleus, latin meaning “hammer.” the main tool of a masonry worker.

female tribute: sabyn, derived from sabine, italic tribe located near the tiber river. captured and raped by the romans. parallel to her current situation of being captured by the capitol.

district three

one of the poorer districrs. responsible for technology, district theee manufactures televisions, computers and other electronics. citizens of this district are very adept at engineering.

male tribute: circ, derived from circuit, something which an electric current can flow; used in electronics.

female tribute: teslee, possibly derived from tesla, an inventor and engineer.

district four

it’s major industry is fishing, trains citizens at a young age for their industry.

male tribute: mizzen, literally a part of a ships mast aka ships used for fishing.

female tribute: coral, do i have to explain this one? marine invertebrates that live in the ocean.

district five

it’s main industry is power and electricity.

male tribute: hy, possibly derived from hydroelectric, alluding to the hydroelectric dam that produces power for panem.

female tribute: sol, derived from solis, latin for sun. another producer of power.

district six

responsible for transportation.

male tribute: otto, variation of auto derived from automobile. a form of transportation

female tribute: ginnee, meaning “pure” a reminder that these are innocent children.

district seven

main industry is lumber

male tribute: treech, possibly a styilization of tree, the source of lumber

female tribute: lamina, the blade of a leaf, something trees have ;)

district eight

the textile makers

male tribute: bobbin, a spindle which thread is wound. typically found on sewing machines

female tribute: wovey, possibly derived from woven because textiles are, woven.

district nine

responsible for grain production

male tribute: panlo, derived from pan, meaning bread in spanish. bread is made from grain.

female tribute: sheaf, literally meaning “a bundle of grain stalks.”

district ten

the cattle ranchers of panem

male tribute: tanner, from the verb to tan, meaning “convert animal skin into leather”

female tribute: brandy, a brand is “an identifying mark burned on livestock”

district eleven

agriculture!

male tribute: reaper, to reap, meaning “to cut or gather a crop or harvest”

female tribute: dill, an herb. that you grow

district twelve

the coal miners

male tribute: jessup, derived from hebrew “yosef.” interestingly this is only the second name derived from hebrew within thg. second to johanna. could also be a reference to jessup, nevada; a mining area.

female tribute: lucy grey baird, she explains her own name. baird meaning poet or minstrel.

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bongbooksandcoffee · 5 years ago

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Hijabistan

Hijabistan by Sabyn Javeri explores the various aspects of Hijab from being an instrument of repression to being a part of the identity of some women

When I started to read ‘Hijabistan’ by Sabyn Javeri, I was predisposed to look for stories dealing with repression and emancipation of Muslim women.The book did cater to this flavour but pleasantly broke out of the stereotype in many cases. . The…

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mangofuzz · 8 years ago

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i got my Big for the theatre society yesterday and we got asked what our dream role was and i said the mc from cabaret and everyone was like yup i can see that and my heart just ????

#plus people laughed at my fake virginity story #and i love my big so much im so glad i actually got her she made me the best letter/gift and bought the greatest cookies #fuck man im so happy #i missed my advisor appointment because i just woke up & i have hw i dont know how to do but im happy #shut up sabyne

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persephoneprice · 4 months ago

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florus friend headcanons

florus grew up lonely despite having a large family. his parents were always busy with work and social events and his siblings were all closer to each other than him.

he had a few friends in school but his absolute best friend was androcles anderson. florus was a writer and loves to tell stories, especially when it comes to the events happening around him. when they were young, florus would write the story and androcles would pretend to be a news reporter sharing it. (credit to @tumblingghosts)

he has countless journals filled with him documenting what he sees around him. he occasionally will write about his own life, but usually he just tapes in interesting news stories or writes the latest gossip or what he sees going on around him.

because he grew up so quite and overlooked, he really relished in the attention he got from being a mentor. he ends up neglecting sabyn and regrets that later in life.

he continues going under the radar during snow’s reign. he doesn’t make a fuss about things and goes about his work as a librarian. all the while, he documents everything in his journals.

after the rebellion, florus goes through all of his journals from the years past and puts together a novel telling the full story documenting the events from the start of the games to the rebellion.

while florus was overlooked in life, he will be remembered in panem’s history as the historian and storyteller.

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emovulpine-blog · 7 years ago

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All Hallows Write Tag

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Basically. Rowan (the main character) gets arrested for being a sorceress and is forced to help find the Princess (the only heir to the throne) otherwise she would have to face a cruel death. Along the way she manages to forge friendship with Jonathon, despite his endless cringey jokes.

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2) Who in your cast refuses to dress up and shows up at the Halloween party without a costume? Cassandra. Why dress up as anything when you're already a sorceress?

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4) On Halloween, werewolves, vampires, and zombies are on the prowl. Which of your characters gets caught in their clutches, and which creature do they subsequently turn into? Elixia. Probably would be trying to help someone who had turned into a zombie and ends up getting turned herself.

5) Who wins the contest for best costume? Princess Eleanor. Jonathon would be most upset that he didn't win though.

6) Who hands out toothbrushes to the trick and treaters? Elixia. Since she focuses most of her work in healing shed be very conscious of all the sugar around her.

7) Which two of your characters decide to pair up and do an angel/devil costume together? Frederick (angel) and Helewyse (devil purely to make her father more mad for being so cruel to the Valances).

8) Someone is too scared to even attend the Halloween party. Who is it? Joshua (Rowan's little brother). He's too pure for the world he lives in.

9) Who overdoses on Halloween candy and ends up sick? Mathilda. She won't have eaten sweets often and ends up going crazy when she finally gets to eat them.

10) Which character is most likely to place a curse/hex on someone and who would they curse? Zanna. Probably on Queen Sabyn since the curse she cast on Phillip was lifted. Don’t forget to tag your writer friends and use ‘all hallows write’ in your tags so other writers can easily find your answers. Tagging: @ssonoda @nethdoesstuff @firstclasslentrash @slash-bladeofresolve

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apocalypticmovierp · 7 years ago

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Language : A review

Romeo and Juliet is a play written by William Shakespeare. Set in Verona, the story is centered around two young, star-crossed lovers. The characters of the retelling of Act 5 were portrayed by Patty Arao (Juliet and Prince Escalus), Amber Bautista (Romeo), Rian Jara (Paris and Lord Capulet), Jin Mizuse (Balthasar), Gesha Parreño (Friar Lawrence), Sabyne Sarmiento (Friar John and Lord Montague) and Shantell Gabriel (Page), in Miriam College High School Viewing Room 4 on December 5, 2017. Through their hard work and team effort, the group was able to give the audience an excellent performance. Romeo, as played by Amber Bautista, showed outstanding acting skills. Therefore, the character of Romeo this production created impact in the play and provided an emotional performance.

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the-erickson-labrynthian · 7 years ago

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Stories of Sabyn VII: Officer Santamona Eelila (3)

Part seven of ten, which means we are almost there people! Almost... yet, still so far to go. Well, I hope you enjoy this part, and everything left on our journey. Let’s get to it...

Officer Santamona Eelila (3):

The walk up to the office of her chief was the worst part. She knew how protocol worked. She knew that a man as old as he would wouldn’t care about her life. But, she knew she had to try. Everytime she thought about that man she called a rat, William Briggs, and the fact that he was still at large, able to hurt even more people, she felt a wave of pure anger, rage, and dedication to seeing his corpse.

He won’t hurt anyone again, She told herself, Never again.

At the front of the office door, all of these emotions rose to their highest points, and faded away as she breathed, calming herself before knocking a few times on the stained glass door that had Chief Adams written in black text.

“Come in,” He said with an audible groan.

Eelila grabbed the copper door knob and pushed forward, entering the quiet brown office before her. There were cabinets and files all over the room, scattered. All light came from the hanging lamp above him, as the large window in the back was still black from the night sky. At the center of this light was Adams, sorting different papers all around his desk, a pen twitching back and forth in his right hand.

“What is it that you want, Officer Eelila? I was hoping to get home before dawn.” Chief Adams asked, as Eelila took a seat in front of his desk.

She cleared her throat, “Well, we think we have a lead on the William Briggs case. In fact, we think we found out where he is.”

Adams stroked his beard, which was rough a grey, like the rest of his hair that spread lifeless curls in all directions. His fingers were large and dead, with tight rings around nearly each one. The man was known for his ‘day away from retirement’ demeanor. Eelila kept her posture perfect in his presence, especially when she needed to ask a request like this.

“Hmm, wonderful. Tell me, then. We’re low staffed, but I think Wilson would be able to-”

“Sir,” She interrupted, “I actually have a request about this.”

He raised his eyebrows, “Yes?”

“I want to be the one to apprehend William Briggs. I want to go.”

He lowered his head back down to look at his papers, “No.”

“But, sir!” She insisted.

“I said, no, Officer. That’s an order.”

Eelila lost control, “I’m sorry sir, but you have any idea what that man has done?”

“Exactly, you’re too close to this, and want petty revenge. We can’t risk that on this guy. We’re all half dead as it is, and drawing dead ends in a half dead city. I’m not allowing the final death of the department on your ego.”

“It’s not ego!” She protested, “It’s knowledge. I've faced him dozens of times before, in several different departments, you know that! And, you know I am the only cop left who has seen him and lived.”

“Perhaps that’s true, but I’ve made up my mind, Officer. You are to brief Wilson of the location and threat, and then you are to go home for the night. My orders.”

“No!” She slammed both of her hands down on the table, “I’m not letting that man get away! Not again! This is my chance. This is my life. He’s walked all over it, and I want him dead!”

“You realize you are currently defying my order, yes?”

“Absolutely,” She stood up now, “Because no matter how qualified you are, you have no idea what that man is capable of, and you have no idea what he has done to me. I was terrified every night he would come into my room, like the boogeyman, and kill me. Horrified at what I had seen happen to cities, and homes, all from a single action that he could take. I witnessed him do so many things, in his own naive pursuit of what he called ‘justice’. True justice is stopping that man. Undoing what he done. And I am telling you, I am the only officer in this building who can do that. So, I am not asking you, I am commanding you, to let me go.”

“Commanding me?” He clenched his fists, “I could fire you for this.”

“Shut up and do it, then. I don’t give a damn, frankly. I’ll go over there with my bare fists if I have to, and I’ll kill him. Fire me, and I don’t really need your permission.”

“So why don’t you go?”

She paused, “Because… you know you shouldn't fire me. You know I am the best here. And you know I need to go kill that man,” She leaned over, closer to him, and begged, “Please give me this. Help me end this once and for all. It’s all I have ever dreamed of. It’s everything to me. I need him to die.”

He rubbed his hands over his face, thinking, before he finally said, “Take Wilson with you. Both of you go together, and you lead. For safety. That’s my final offer. Take it, and get the hell out of my office.”

“Thank you,” She whimpered, “Thank you.”

“If he isn’t there, you’re working overtime for a month. No extra pay.”

“If I kill him, I’ll do your job for free.”

He smiled, and Eelila turned away from him and walked out of the office, all the way downstairs until she met with Officer Wilson, a handsome man with smooth skin and combed black hair, with a natural presence to him that made one easily understand by Bureau would fancy him so. She stopped in front of him and let him know the mission.

“You and me?” He said, “To get the guy? William Briggs?”

She crossed her arms, “Are you afraid?”

“Only of you, if I don’t hurry up,” He grabbed his jacket off of his desk and started walking out of the office with her, to the police car, while asking, “Where is it?”

“Recompense Ave, 24601,” She replied, “And, Wilson?”

“Yes?” He said as they reached the vehicle.

“Don’t get in my way.”

He laughed and opened the car door for her, “This is your life, right?”

She sighed and entered the passenger seat. This is everything to me.

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