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Susan's Account
I had a new practice. Don’t worry, it wasn’t that of death. However, it was something I hated to do. Staying still with eyes closed. And whether my eyes were closed or not, I couldn’t tell, for even in this closed state, I still could see everything.
I saw Vivian whisper words to Janice, Hannah, and Dena, and each of them looked at me like I was some form of time bomb. I could hear what they were saying, but I pretended like I couldn’t.Beatrice and Jake had reported to work, and they usually left early these days with police escorts, thanks to Elvis, else, some of the weirdness at home, they would have been there to witness it. It was with them I wanted to spend some time with, but my sisters had considered it dangerous due to Eleanor’s power welling up in me, hence, I took their advice and avoided going to hang out with Beatrice and Jake.I missed my favourite pass times which was hanging around restaurants to meet men to fall in love wRelated chapters
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Susan stood on the top of a hill with her gaze to the west. Around her lay decapitated limbless bodies, and scattered skeletons. It wasn’t her fight, and not her deed, but she silently praised the being who had done this.She was an artist of death, and a designer of fear. She was a lady who knew her craft, and her desire, she sometimes failed to please.“I’ll be going soon, Mercy,” Susan said. “Surely, that’s not all you have to offer.”“Wake, Mercy!” the voice of a child echoed.There was a rattling as bones became one, Susan turned to see.Soon, a girl of five stood before her, and in the eyes of this girl was the glow of death.“Susan!” the little girl said.“Mercy!” Susan said. “Mind telling me what happened here?”Mercy took slow steps towards Susan. “I killed them.” She walked past her and stood to look at the west.“Th
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Susan impaled a follower of Chadwick on a pike while Vivian and Janice watched. Dena was setting some bodies on fire, and Hannah moved to decapitate the heads of a few men sitting by the corner.With brute force, Susan tossed a man against the wall. Before his back could collide with it, she dreadfully aimed two rods for his shoulder blades. They passed through, spilling blood, and pinned him against the wall.The man wailed in pain, Susan walked up to him.“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this,” Susan said, stopping before the man. “Now, I’ll like to know what you know. Rumour has it you’ve found a way to hide certain things from me. I need to know how.”“He was here,” the man said. “His representative. He said the chant would work against you, and we tried. We tried. Some said he was from the Red Haux. I don’t know how true that was. Seems they have something on you, tho
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Susan appeared with Vivian on red reflective tiles. Before her was a red veil, and Susan knew who sat beyond the veil. For some reason, she couldn’t stand because she didn’t have the strength to. So she stayed on her knees just how she had appeared, and she knew exactly why she had been brought here.Susan recognized this vast court as her mother’s privy, and it had lots of red silky curtains that danced to a wind circulating within.Vivian, in a red gleaming armour, bowed before the Queen, then she stood erect, and turned to face her sister, Susan.“The Queen wishes to know why you caused a war with the lines of power,” Vivian said.Susan laughed. “Like she cares. Why, can’t she end the war?”“You’ll behave yourself before the Queen, or—”“It better be with death you wish to threaten me with. Then, I’ll have no cares, and nothing to worry about. That way, I
The Consuming Heart The Black Knight
Susan finished reading a newspaper as she sat on her sofa by the window in her room upstairs, then she kept it aside, and moved to pick up a novel by her bedside table. She returned to the sofa, opened the page where she had stopped last night, and kept on reading.Reading novels, Susan discovered, was perfect for distraction. It took her mind off recent happenings, of her world, and took her to a world of her own. In her world of fantasy, she didn’t care what happened in her and without, especially the disturbance slowly stirring in High Town City (which the news, and the newspapers carried), and the great, uncontrollable urge to kill. She cared for nothing in this state actually, save for the story she read, and this way, she could control her power.The voices in her head would always speak, and sometimes, they read to her. She loved it when they read—these voices could be soothing. But there was nothing more annoying than when she was the central subjec
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