Fate
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Fate

I was very upset yesterday when I found that one of my readers actually took part of my last post and reposted it as their own work. A copy demon alerted me that my work had been copied. Please people, do not do this. If you like my writing just ask me to write something for you. I do write for pay and with the pay comes full rights to the work. You can find my work all over the net these days. My name is not on any of it. But, my name is on what is posted here, so please allow me to keep it.
Now... where were we? Oh yes, the Conclave has just been formed. It is in its infant stages, it's still just a rebellion and an idea really.  I need to go back into the book and make sure that I have Orla and Tessa sorted out. In this next chapter, I try to show the other side of the coin during the Witches raid on the warehouse and Michael's house. In the original book, Michael was a liminal character. He was spoken of but, seldom heard from. In this new book, I decided that Michael should be the focal point. He is the cause, albeit not intentionally, for almost everything that happens in the book. It was Michael's obsession that pushes the Doctors into doing what they do, it is the same obsession that pushes Lena over the edge which makes her go to Orla and Tessa, it is that action that spawns the birth of the Conclave and open rebellion of the Witches and the Chosen. The list will grow. This is why when I thought about this book I knew that I had misnamed it and I had done Michael a disservice. He may not be the focus of the story but, he will always be the catalyst of the story and hence he deserves more air time.
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Fate
 
 
 
Misha stood in the shadows of a run-down building. Most of the buildings in the docks area were run down but, this one sat close to his warehouse. He had been on his way there when the Witches had suddenly appeared. Misha had ducked into the shadows when he heard the familiar sound of displaced air and a swirling wind in a quiet alley. Well I suppose I have one thing for which to thank Michael, his bloody insistence on being transported ever where has certainly made me familiar with the sound.
 
There were Witches and guards, and of course Elves to transport everyone, six altogether.  They lined up, guards first, and rushed through the single warehouse door. Misha assumed there were more on the other side.
 
When they had all disappeared into the building Misha slid from the shadows, and retraced his steps. It was time for him to move to his new laboratory now. He had not spoken to Frank since breakfast. I don’t know where you are old friend but, I really hope you weren’t in there. You’re on your own now.
 
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“Did you hear something?” Frank looked at Michael but, the Witch had that crazed look on his face and only had eyes for the poor woman on the bed. 
 
Frank had showed up at the wrong time. Michael had been hiding in the house somewhere. He was sure that someone had been here and had tried to release Rosaleen. The enemies of his God would show their face sooner or later.
 
Michael had just finished ranting and spewing his fears all over the room, and Frank had been certain up until a moment ago that Michael was going to kill him. In fact, he still wasn’t entirely convinced that he was immune to Michael’s insanity.
 
A noise caught his attention. It sounded like the scape of a boot on the floor. Maybe Misha is here. He would have had to walk because, I have Jack tied up. Frank rationalized. A glance at Paula, the nurse that attended Rosaleen most of the time, told him that she had heard something out of character as well. Frank stuffed the pad that he had come to retrieve into his shirt and headed for the door. Something didn’t feel right, as if anything could feel right in this room. But something was really off. He needed to get out of here while he still could.
 
When Frank opened the bedroom door Jack’s head spun around. Normally Jack didn’t care who came or went. He had heard several people walking around below. But it wasn’t until the door was opened that he could smell the other Sinarri. As far as he knew there were no others like him. Sinarri did not betray their honor with ease, not anymore, not like this. He was rare among his people. He knew that he should disappear before he could be seen but curiosity got the better of him. Somehow, I just know I’m going to regret not leaving.
 
Paula watched Doctor Kusnir open the door. He turned to look at her. She liked his smile but ,he was not cut out for this kind of work. He was saying something but, just beyond him something moved. Then she realized what it was… who it was. Her breath caught in her throat and everything happened at once.
 
First the Doctor was yanked out the door and then she was as well but, when she hit the wall her arm broke. She couldn’t help it, she screamed in pain and before she could orient herself something hard struck her in the head and she remembered nothing more.
 
Frank saw the Sinarri strike Paula in the head with the butt of a rifle. He waited to see if her chest would continue to rise and fall, itdid. He looked away and tried to get a glimpse of what was happening in the room. The Witches seemed to be spreading out. They were trying to corner Michael. I hope they get him. It was unlikely. If they got Michael then they would also get him. What a fucked up twist of fate. I should beat my apartment right now drinking a warm beer. But noooo I had to go and forget a data pad. Dumb ass!
 
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So finally you’ve come, blasphemers! Whores and filth! Astarte protect me your humble servant. Michael’s lips moved but his voice were silent, his expression was only one of anger.  He recognized these people. He had trusted these people and they had betrayed him.
 
Anger fueled the fire in his hand. He kept it dancing above the skin. But he could feel it, hot and scorching and yet un-touching at the same time. He stole a glance at Astarte’ avatar. She was afraid because they were trying to steal her from him. Michael’s anger boiled over and the fireball surged to a new kind of life and leapt from his hand.
 
Somehow, he could not fathom how, but somehow the unworthy had beaten him and his God, before he could react his fire was stifled and he was wrapped in air and thrown to the ground. He saw that bitch, the Princess of the Sinarri, taking the woman that would bear his children. He would see her dead for her insolence. It was his last thought before darkness found him.
 
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Michael doesn't get much air time but, I think that I gave him enough for the readers to get a taste of just how far out of the ball park he has travelled. It's no wonder that Lena is afraid of him. Yet... she still loves him. That story has evolved with the new additions to the book. But, we can talk about that when we get to it.
 
Live well and be good to each other.

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