Ambulate: Season One

"Blood Red, Snow White"

Episode
Fourteen:

Ten whole executive days turned into today. John, Sam, and I were on the roof-top of a once-popular hotel that overlooks Central Park. Though I wouldn't consider calling it a park anymore it looked more like a damped forest. But honestly, the snow-covered fields, every tree branch covered in a frosting white blanket, everything about it was so aesthetically-pleasing.

The air was crisp, and cold dry. I could almost feel the cold burn inflating my lungs with bitter dryness. I looked below watching Alyssa, Grady, and the others preparing themselves for battle. I stepped back and sat alongside Sam and John by the fire.

John quietly gets up then places his sniper on the floor and looks through his scope for any sign of life, but no alert from John or the others so far. I then took my eyes off John and watched Sam whetting his claw blade whistling that strange tone of his.

Adam: What is that, that tone?

John: Adrienna's lullaby... There's two sides to every story: You got the teller of lies and the one who speaks truth. It's unfortunate how people don't wanna hear the second side of a situation. They stupidly rather listen to one side and point their dirty fucking fingers and judge you without any consideration.

Adam: Okay, then tell me the side that ain't bullshit.

John: In Virginia 1691, lived a beautiful woman named Adrienna, who always wore a beautiful white dress. She was the town's pub musician and was madly in love with a town villager, but never confessed her love to anyone. So one day on her ventures alone on the flower fields. Her lover surprises her with his presence. She stood frozen in awe. He flattered her with compliments, telling her how beautifully she plays, and her smile, a smile so beautiful that could drop a vigilant man to his knees. He then kissed her. Without warning, undressing her softly. She let' em knowing that man belonged to her and only her. Oh, but how things took a turn for the worse that day. Little did Adrianna knew her lover was a philanderer. On that same very day as she was performing. She saw her lover that night drunk as a skunk mingling and dallying with the town's single ladies. Oh, how Adrianna did not like that. There's a saying and it goes, "Never fuck the town's witch!" So on the next night of her performance, Adrianna wore a white hooded rope, concealing her beautiful angelic face with a masquerade of an opossum. Her favorite instrument was an odd guilty-looking flute of a human's arm bone. She played and played, and played, until finally her lover, the man who she'd loved and the town's women bleed from their ears, eventually giving up their ghost.

Adam: What happened to Adrianna after that. The town's folk gathered together with torches and their pitchforks. Lassoed her around her throat. Dragged ass out of the pub to a nearest tree and hung her.

John: After the killing was done. The candles that illuminated the pub blew off. Everyone screamed and panicked until someone lit up a match to light up a torch. Everyone gathered around in the half lit room and slowly followed the man with the torch to the stage, and saw that Adrianna had vanished. It is believed that her music brought death to those who she felt could cause harm or threat to her. Others whisper that her music was somehow sending messages from beyond... the angel of death.

Adam: So what do you think about the matter?

John: Only the devil can tell you that.

Adam: What makes you so sure your version of that story actually happened?

John: She told me... she told me from a young age.