BATTLE SCARS: (Indigo Symbols Book II)

Chapter Seventy-Two: Ineludible

SARAH:
    We landed, and literally stepped out of a tree. I stared, openmouthed, gawking like an oaf, or a Palooka in the ring. The D.C. world was so far a different world that Alaska, or even the Indigo Symbol. Huntor walked us on to the sidewalk, sidewalks that were different colors. I stared, mouth agape as red blocks of concrete passed under my tiny booted feet. Reina said, "Sarah, can you, not, look so much like a damned tourist?" Huntor chuckled and said, "Ah, but that's one of the key ways we'll get in our target." He waved his hand as a gaggle, flock, really there was no other way to describe them, of women surrounded us, talking, giggling, and flirting all the way. One, who was certainly the biggest, and, the roundest, yeah, I got room to talk, look, I ain't chubby, much, I'm just thick, the roundest of them said, "I cain't wait to see the big White-House. It goin da be a pleasure." "You think he'll be there?" Another asked. "I hope so." The round lady said. "You think he'll sign my purse?" Another asked. "No, my jacket, no, my hands, no, maybe he'll sign my tits." Reina actually gagged at that, then pulled it off as a cough. Huntor's face remained soft, smooth, bored of interest. I sneered at the women, but none of them noticed us as we crossed one street, and were walking over light red concrete. "What's going on at the White House?" Huntor's voice was polite, even, cool. "Oh darling." Said the round lady. "We touring the house, it's an epic sight. We hoping the President will be there." I frowned, but the women didn't notice us. Huntor shrugged as we crossed another street, then another, than another. We soon came up to a sidewalk that was blessingly white-beige, and stood in a long line with a bunch of other people. A man bumped into my butt as I shifted for room, then found myself pressed against him, pressed against him, and found him hard as a rock. I froze, fear, pure terror filling my gut faster than anyone could say, "Holy shit, RAPE." I was suddenly back at the glaciers, suddenly laying on the ice, my mind screaming in fear as a corpse hovered over me, his dead flesh hard, his eyes blank as he slid inside me. Khione's laughter from her throne of stone. The corpse male moved, over, and over, and, over, and, over. I screamed, I was screaming, I was crying, fear, terror, panic, then the man shifted, as if getting a better angle. I felt him twitch against me, as if he need only rock his hips, or, as if I need only, as if I need only move back or forth, either move would give him what he wanted. Then he breathed in my ear, "Hello Beauty. Why don't you give me a little action, just a little, just a little shake of those lovely fat cheeks, then, it'll all be over." Insane, he had to be insane to attempt this here, now. I looked at Huntor, but he wasn't close enough, and didn't seem to even notice. The crowd shifted forward and I took two steps, then found him hard behind me. He rocked his hips, slow, very, very, slow. Then, I remembered what I was, who, I was, I was Sarah, Daughter of the North, heir, all be it irritatingly, to Khione's throne. I had telekinesis, and I could make this bastard pay.
    I leaned back a little, just out of his real reach. He rocked his hips, a little bit more forcefully. I heard the slightest of groans from him. I knew that if I looked back at him, his eyes would be glazed with lust. I almost smiled. I backed up, just a little more, and, teasingly, rocked my own hips. His body actually tightened behind me, and his hands went straight to my breasts. "Go ahead." He said, rocking his hips now. Why hadn't anyone paid me any heed? Huntor? Hell, Reina? But nope, no one saw, no one was watching. He rocked, a bit harder, squeezing my breasts. Despite myself, my nipples hardened, despite myself, lust pooled in my core. I closed my eyes, took a breath, and brought my left heel up, hard, in between his legs. The man gasped, shrieked in his throat, then his hands were gone, then I was by Huntor. So fast, so fast he'd moved between the man and me, so fast, like, like, like, "You really thought I wasn't paying you attention?" He asked with a wolf's grin, a wolf's grin, with ire in his beautiful blue eye. He ran his fingers through my waist length blonde hair, then, down hover an inch from my butt, and there, for a moment, for a moment, there was horror in his eye, horror, and affection, affection that was, that was, that affection made my core just a tad bit more molten, that made my nipples go just a bit harder. He traced the area just above my cheeks and I felt an overwhelming urge to press my butt against his flesh, to hear him groan, to feel his hands on my breasts, on my hardening nipples. Then, he was facing the man, and said, "Hello, how's it going?" I saw the man's lust filled gaze as he stared at me, saw him bare his teeth and step forward, "You're going to wanna stop right there." "You cain't stop me." "Actually, I can, especially since that's my girlfriend you had your cock all over." Huntor said it so easily, so smoothly I started gawking at him again. Reina pinched my arm, hard. I brought myself back around, and bared my teeth at the man. "I was worried you wouldn't come to my rescue, my Warrior." Huntor glanced back at me, and I saw it again, something that made my nipples harden. "If she is, then why wasn't she with you?" "She's a tourist, what can I say, always wonders where the North wind takes her." Oh, he'd pay for that little jab. I cuddled up against him, and, and, and felt the signs, felt his own hardness, felt his own flesh right, just right out of reach of my heat, if he was only a little lower, he'd be right there. I felt his chest against my nipples and they hardened uncontrollably, as if he was breathing aphrodisiacs into my system. In my mind I moaned louder and louder, my core tightened, legs going liquid, shit, shit, shit, what was wrong with me? I don't want Huntor, I don't want Huntor, I don't, I don't I don't, I don't.
    The man looked ready to fight, but the crowd moved and Huntor smiled at him, ire in his eye, then tugged me along. Reina guarded our backs as we moved up the walk. "I hate you." I said. "I hate you, and I love you." He smiled, and waved three tickets. "Let's go see our beloved President." "How—"Do I know how to pickpocket, especially, since I have telekinesis." He handed me a ticket. "From the Rapist." "Yeah, I love you." I said. He chuckled. "Don't let Reina hear you saying that." "Too late." Reina said. I felt an ineludible, ineluctable wave of guilt and depression. Because, because for a moment, for just a moment, maybe I was contemplating Huntor touching me, maybe I was contemplating him stroking my breasts, nipples, going hard in between my legs. And, and, and maybe after Audrey he didn't want anyone to touch him like that, love him like that. After Audrey, and he was with Reina, loved Reina, and we had this war to fight as well.We walked up a curve, around a bend, and there they were, guards checking tickets, but, not faces. Huntor's plan was working. We reached the guards and they accepted our tickets, and we moved through the gate. Then, "Wait, no ticket, no entry." The Rapist spluttered behind me, and I felt my steps bounce a bit as we walked along. Then the rounded lady joined in the spluttering. We ascended a staircase, and were inside the White House.
    The entrance hall was big and bright, but still didn't compare to the Indigo Symbol. Chandeliers hung, glass, marble, lead off into the distance. We joined a crowd of people, then began walking. The crowd filled behind us, and Huntor began to move us to the edge, easily, as if we were trying to get sight of everything at once. It wasn't hard, I mean really, I tried getting everything in view at once. Then, easy, simple, smooth, Huntor lead us into a dark room and said, "Cameras?" I scanned, but, "Nope." He smiled, "Now is the hard part, we wait." I looked, best I could, and saw no cameras in the hall we'd just eluded from. Two and a half hours passed before the crowd thinned, and was empty. Huntor tugged my hand, "Safe." I said. We moved out the dark room, and down the huge corridor. Reina and I scanned for cameras, for Keepers, but we saw neither. And I suddenly felt like we were being lead into a trap when we came to big areas that damn sure should've had cameras or some sort of security. We rounded a corner, and entered a great hall, a huge beautifully carved table sat in the middle, chairs on either side. The table sparkled, chandeliers overhead giving it a kind of depressing glory as it sat here alone. "It looks like someone painted a mask." Huntor commented. "Like this was a skin, a costume, something the President was being forced to wear." I nodded. Reina didn't say anything. We walked around the table and Huntor paused at the far wall, staring at the mirrors and paintings. "Ironic." I frowned. "What?" "That Indigos came here in the seventies, but with everything we've seen, done, the Higher and Lower plains were here longer, seemingly for thousands of years, maybe longer. I wonder, if, in the past, there was an Indigo who was a President." "It would make sense." Reina said. "Especially since the House is built right over what we need." Huntor nodded, and pointed. With telekinesis, he shifted aside a mirror, and showed, voila, a blank wall. He smiled, and tapped the wall. "Sounds hollow, I wonder." He slid those clever fingers over the wall, and I couldn't help the shiverthat ran through me, wondering what those clever fingers could do to the female body, my female body. Then, "Ah, voila. There we go." He pressed his finger in the wall, and it shifted aside, showing a dark staircase going down. "Anyone else feel like this is a trap?" I asked. Huntor smiled. "Remember the plan?" He asked. "Yes." Reina and I said. "No perfect plan ever goes right." He noted. "Now, we just go with the flow." With that, he walked down the case.