When a beaten and lost, near-dead girl walks up upon the gates of Jackson unannounced, people are bound to be suspicious of why she's shown up. But, when she reveals that she knows something about an organization in Seattle planning to come to Jacks...
"I know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it."
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN The Scars
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A man with a gruff beard held onto the chain of a clicker, watching as it wailed and tried to fight back against its restraints. Its feet made marks in the thick, green grass, showing its true struggle. The man sighed, looking to the side to see a Scar hanging from the tree. His face was beaten up badly, the result of the cult member trying to fight back against him. He merely grinned and cut the Scar down, holding onto her rope that was tied around her wrists.
She writhed as he pushed her towards the clicker, but she was too quick for him. She quickly pushed her arms up, hitting him in the lower stomach and letting him fall to the ground. The scar, her hands still tied together, used her feet to push the man dangerously towards the clicker. The infected cried out, pulling itself as close to the man as possible. Regaining his self, the man stood up, picking up a bat and hitting the Scar in the stomach a few times.
The woman fell to the ground in a heap, groaning as the grass and ants crawled against her skin. The man stood above her, smirking a bit. He spit against her Scar clothing as she writhed against her restraints, her wrists beginning to bleed from the rope. As she moved, the dirt around her kicked up, causing her to enter into a coughing fit. She felt as if spores had flowed into her lungs, she couldn't even hit her chest to get the dirt out.
He looked over her, crouching down to her level menacingly. "Your family will suffer because of your incompetence." The man spat, kicking the woman's stomach with her feet. She groaned in pain, her eyes screwing shut as he talked. "Fuckin' Scar."
"Seraphite." She corrected, coughing. The man kicked her harder, watching as she screamed out to nobody. The woman regained her life, her eyes almost rolling to the back of her head as she looked back at the gruff and painless man. She nodded her head towards his exposed bicep, and only then did he notice the large, bleeding bite mark from the clicker. "The demon struck you, all hope is lost for you. May she forgive you for your sins." She stated, her head dropping against the sand as she lost consciousness.
The man stood up, his eyes widening in panic as his bite mark continued to bleed. The clicking noises of the infected filled his senses, and his mind began to swirl with thoughts unaccounted for. He looked out onto the forest horizon, spotting an older man walking towards him. He quickly used a bandage to cover up his bicep, the other man walking closer and closer towards him. Two other guards were with him, and he only hoped he could keep a secret. What had he done?
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Robin looked out onto the WLF stadium, her eyes glossing across the many houses and apartments that made up the beautiful nation. Her blonde hair was pulled up tightly into a ponytail, only a few strands escaping and falling against her cheeks. It was her 'vacation' day, so she sat in her couch in her living room, wearing a simple blue pullover and jeans. She wasn't expecting any assignments, so she simply watched as the WLF apartments began shutting their lights off, the sun setting behind the clouds.
