Tainted Blood

Chapter 4

There were so many possibilities as to who was truthful behind the allegations of Hennessy and the Mono's. All of these were running through Spencer's mind as she exited the manor. Her goal was clear, find the truth. If Jonathon were working with the sympathisers, that was her first place to look. However, as her name was their enemy, she couldn't be too careful. Thus, she clung to the hooded cloak that cover her face and body. The streets of the Metropolis were cold and unforgiving as she descended further into the slums. There were no lights, the only glow could be found from the candles the families leave out to guide their children home from a long day. At the end of the cobble path was a large building, the circular insignia painted on the side reminded her of the notebook that she once saw her father with. Confiscation he said it was. The building was only two stories yet held many people that believed the ways of her family were wrong and malicious. They believed that the Mono's had evolved and could live with the pure.

Her facade stumbled as she neared the building, the fires, and cries of those evident as they mourn their friends, children or lovers that were taken and thrown into the pit. The entrance was large and cold, people were gathering, some crying and some consoling those who had lost someone. Towards the back there was a table, large enough to seat 6 people and at the front of it stood a woman. Her hair was jet black as was the cloak she wore. Her face held anger, sympathy and what looked to be revenge. Spencer pulled the hood closer to her as if it was about to fall from her shoulders and her identify would be revealed. Suddenly, the woman spoke up, her voice was deep as if she was fighting emotions from showing. Her stance was powerful yet soft as she spoke to her audience.

"Good evening, for those who are new I welcome you to the Disciples. We are an organisation that fights for the rights of those who were condemned to that awful place with no evidence to their wrongdoings besides a test. A singular result that determines if you live with the pure or the corrupted," she begins, her arms pointing towards the high-class suburbs. The white glow of the streetlights were evident as the sun fell towards the earth and the moon rose, "as you know, your lives, and the lives of those you love are valued here, each life is precious and should be nurtured. However, under the oppression of the Mercer's we cannot thrive. But there was one man who above all else risked his life to bring forth the wrongdoings of our royalty. He risked everything so that we may shatter the facade and allow for the distrust of the Mercer's. And for his sacrifice, we pray, we pray for Jonathon Kova that our allies find him safely and that he may continue his fight within the Pit."

"Jonathon." Spencer whispers.

"To Kova!" the woman yells.

"To Kova!" they answer. Spencer watches as she places a small glass filled with liquid in front of one of the chairs at the table. She touches her hand to it and closes her eyes before she steps away and begins weaving through the crowd.

"He was a leader of the rebellion," Spencer thought, "But why?" An elderly woman turns to Spencer, her eyes littered with tears as she holds a picture of a man; a young boy, no older than 18. Spencer pulls harder on her hood.

"Come dear," the elderly woman coos as she reaches for Spencer, "you must be cold."

Spencer flinches from the woman's hold yet moves towards the fire. The woman retracts her hand yet still smiles.

"You better be careful, you'll catch your death out here." she chuckles, wiping her tears from her face.

"Did you know him?" Spencer says, her hand on her hood, "Kova?"

"Yes, I did, that boy did a lot for this cause," she begins, "he single-handily gained the Mercer's trust, he found valuable information that allowed us to further ourselves for the first time in decades."