Previous Next

Another Unwanted Visitor, Part 1

Posted on Mon Aug 21st, 2017 @ 3:47pm by Senior Headmaster Absynthe "Syn" Drake & Freshman Bethany Davies & Category IV Dyami Bentley (Tribal: Bent Leaf)

Mission: Everyday
Location: Danger Room 3 - Townsend Tower - Atlanta, Georgia
Timeline: The Year of the Apocalypse - 22 January 2012

Dyami reached out and found another handhold on the overhang he was climbing, grasping it firmly in his hand as he shifted his weight to that arm and swung quickly across the two foot wide crack in the rock face, having to release his grip completely and trust that his next intended target would hold his weight. For a moment he moved through the air hundreds of feet off the ground, with no ropes to check him should he fall.

And there in thin air, lunging towards a small crack in a rock face, was when his phone decided to ring. If he was honest with himself he was surprised and almost missed his handhold. But he didn’t show it on the outside and seemed to effortlessly reach his target and hold his weight on one hand while he reached into his pocket to retrieve the small black flip phone.

“Talon speaking.” he said flatly, hanging by one hand, dangling several hundred feet in the air.

“Talon, we have a problem,” Syn’s voice came over the line. “It’s Fractal. I’ve had to have her powers suppressed. She was blasting herself down and fighting nourishment. She’s refusing to see doctors, visitors. Even Jon wasn’t able to get through to her. I hate to keep calling on you, old friend, but I need your help.”

“Uktena, your calls are always welcome, and you know that I exist to help people in any way I can. I would not be a very good Shaman if I neglected my friends in their hour of need.” Dyami paused taking in the beautiful desert sunset from his vantage point. “What did you need me to do?”

“Talk to her. Try to reach her,” Syn said, her voice low and concerned. “We’re forcibly keeping her powerless, and are technically force feeding her. You know that I can’t stand that. We’ve got to snap her out of this. She kept testing the safeties and jumping from a desert cliff, so we had to leave her in a bare room. I would say it’s self-pity, but I’m afraid that it’s a true death wish. In which case, she can’t be trusted outside of the danger room right now.”

“If you think that it will help I will come. I will be there as soon as I can oldest friend.” Dyami released his grip on the rock face, and began to fall. As he fell he put away the phone, preparing himself, and his body, to absorb the impact.

Landing on his feet the shaman cushioned the fall by going to a crouch and standing back up. He whistled a long high pitched whistle and his horse came running. “Well my old friend, I need to go back to Atlanta.” The Shaman said a few words of changing and the horse transformed into his iconic old truck. He climbed in and sped away over the grasslands of Oklahoma, headed for his longhouse. Once there he would use a portal to get to Atlanta, as it would be much faster and more fun to annoy OG by his sudden arrival.

----------

Bethany sat in the far corner of the danger room, facing away from the window. She hated that there was always someone watching her, and that they’d turned off the simulation that she’d been in. If there was no chance of her getting hurt, why turn it off? I mean, she understood why they had suppressed her powers, she was actively trying to starve herself out, but to end the only thing keeping her from going insane with boredom? Boredom was the worst thing about the bare metallic room. She’d decided not to ram her head into the walls over and over again, but only because it would mean that a doctor or someone would come running in the second that she lost consciousness.

Her food sat uneaten on the tray, even the water was untouched. Not like either of them mattered, really. They just upped the light frequency and forced her into being nourished a few times a day. Still, she was unkempt, her thick hair matted and uncombed, her clothing spotted with burns and bits of food that she’d obliterated before they had robbed her of her powers. People were still a little afraid of the tactical teen. She was dangerous even without her colorful powerset, after all. Twelve years of combat training did that to a person.

A man sized portal opened in the Danger Room and Talon stepped through. “Hello Beth. How have you been?” Talon asked quietly.

“What do you want?” Bethany asked, glancing over her shoulder briefly. Her voice was flat and lifeless, as were her eyes, as she continued, “Let me guess...you’re the next in line to try to talk me out of here. Probably sent by Miss Syn.” It was a statement, with no question behind it. “Supposed to tell me how great life is and how it will all get better and that I’m supposed to have some reason to go on living, even though I can’t figure out what that could possibly be. I’ve heard it all, so you can go home.” She turned back to the corner and pulled her knees up further to her chest, resting her chin on top of them.

“Actually you are one hundred percent correct. And if I thought, for even a moment, that it would work I would try talking this out with you. And yes, Miss Syn did ask me to come and talk, but I have never been one who follows rules very well.” Dyami paused and looked at the glowing portal, “Want to run away for a while?”

“You’re not going to leave me alone, are you?” Bethany asked, giving a heavy sigh as she pulled herself up off of the ground and turned to look at Dyami. “I swear, no one listens. At least in here I can’t hurt anyone...but fine, what do you have in mind?”

“I am not afraid of you hurting me, besides I have a place that no one else in this world knows about, not even Miss Syn.” Dyami smiled, “I would like to share it with you, as you are the only person I know who would truly appreciate it.”

“Don’t you think it’s bad enough that you show up unannounced, in the danger room? Now you’re talking about taking her out of here? Geez, Mountain Man, you’re really pushing it today...” OG’s voice came over the intercom.

The next voice came from the control room. “Let them go, OG. I trust Dyami.”

“Of course you trust him. You...” OG started, only to get cut off sharply.

Don’t go there, OG,” Syn said, a warning tone to her voice.

There was a huff, then a digital sounding sigh. “Fine.”

Dyami laughed out loud, “OG, one of these days you and I are going to have to have a chat over some coffee, well or motor oil or something.” Dyami turned to face Beth, “The Warden just gave you a reprieve. I would get moving before she changes her mind.”

“All of you people are so weird,” Bethany said with a shake of her head. She shrugged and moved towards Dyami and the portal, her curiosity piqued, but there was also a sense of caution. The man did seem to like to scare people sometimes.

Dyami spoke to her as she passed him headed to the portal, “Do not step out of the circle until I get there.”

Bethany gave Dyami a strange look, one eyebrow arching curiously. “I knew it. You’re going to scare me with something, aren’t you?” the girl asked, her gaze narrowing slightly. Again the green-eyed brawler shrugged. “Fine.” The fearless girl stepped through the portal.

The Shaman did not try to deny anything as he stared into her eyes smiling, he simply motioned towards the awaiting portal. Once she was gone Dyami turned back to the one way mirror, “I will have her back soon, and hopefully in a better mood.”

TBC

----------

 

Previous Next

labels_subscribe