Not Quite Parallel

{18} Blood and Fire

Hello again :) we aren't far from the end I reckon, a lot of shit is happening and I've already stretched it out enough don't you think? I remember when I started it- I was in year eight, I'd never written Sci-fi before and I even wrote myself into the story, I used to always do that ... god I was an idiot wasn't I? I could probably change it when I edit this later after it's done, but that would take time that I really can't be bothered to waste. *Shrug*.

So comment please :) and read on!

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RAYNE POV 

Pacing the padded cell for the seventeenth time, I realise that it's only been hours, but it feels like days. 

Rory gave up on kicking the door down within the first hour, she's now using Rowan as a pillow because she can't stand listening to the people scattered around the streets trying to fight off the Kiaran's. The Council hadn't even bothered to evacuate anyone, too caught up with defending himself or herself they didn't even think about their people. 

Our people.

Says a lot about us, doesn't it?

We found out that James and Hugo had gone back to earth right after we left for Kiara; it's good that they're not here to witness this. Neither Rory or I want them to get hurt, nor I'm sure they'll be back, at least I hope.

I slide down the wall adjacent to the door, wincing as I hear another explosion from the monitors. 

Blythe -in cat form again- rubs at her ears with her paws, "this is simple torture."

Rowan stretches, making Rory roll over and curl up into an even smaller ball. 

I'm worried about her; her hood's up, she's shaking like a leaf in a stiff wind and when I last saw her eyes -about two hours ago- the hazel in them was giving way to that bottomless black. Even Rowan noticed it, which is why she's there to comfort her, even if it means letting her use her as a pillow.

Another explosion and this time some screams follow.

"That's it,” Rory shoots up from her curled up position on the floor, almost faster than I could follow. I look at Rowan and then back at Rory as she marches towards the door, "LET US OUT." 

There's one guard, and he peaks through the almost indestructible see-through door, noticing that something isn't right with one of the 'inmates' he backs away. 

This only makes Rory angrier, "if you don't open this door right now, I will break it down and you will not live to regret it." Her voice is so low, dangerous that it even makes Blythe back away slowly. It's like the normal Rory is still curled up on the ground and this new frightening version is the one that woke up.

I almost feel sorry for the guard.

"You have until the count of three."

The guard quivers, "I'm not paid enough for this."

"LOOK AT THE CONSOLE!" Rowan and Blythe draw my attention from Rory, who carries on, oblivious as to what's happening on the monitors. 

"One."

This is the security footage for the same council building that we're being held in, and I recognize three people entering the building, surrounded by a bunch of troops. Two people with the same shade of purple hair, one taller and skimpily dressed, the other shorter and quite modest, then the last person -who's leading the trio- is wearing a green hat over his blonde hair, his weapon -a cane with a scabbard and a sword inside it- is unsheathed and glistening.