Sequel

I started this and thought, "I could totally work in some sex. That would be... pleasing" but then I went "prison sex. Ew. No. Bad. Ew" and so no sex...

Well.. not technically.

I can laugh at the chapters as they come out because I can see obvious "hints" that are just a screaming out. Then there are the ones that seem like hints and they make me giggle as I know someone will run off in the wrong direction... but hopefully they won't be disappointed when the proper route comes up.

Anywho.

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“This movie comes out amid a flurry of activity, following One World’s footsteps on it’s way to the top of all of the charts. The music soundtrack is already sold out and the actors have been contracted for another two movies.”

Four cracked ribs and a raping and he was sitting there watching television like it never happened. Sometimes he even pissed himself off. He wanted to break some noses, not that he had the strength to do that. He wanted to get his just deserts. But in order for his type of justice to be dished out, he had to wait and bide his time. To not show anger, to pretend like it hadn’t happened. Four men, one hole, it didn’t take a genius to do the math on how much pain it would cause a person.

Sidhe. Focus on the Sidhe.

“Like One World, Lifetimes revolves around a pair of Sidhe and seems to delve into the complicated hierarchy of the creatures. Here is a clip from the movie for our viewers.”

Hand motions, soft sounding words and subtitles. Mm. Gotta love when movies make themselves seem pretentious by adding subtitles. Hundreds of thousands of people would think that Sidhe spoke like that. Or moved like that.

One approached another, hands away from sides, palms facing the other, hunched just slightly in what might have been a bow. Action scene, cliff hanger. End of clip. Bad guy dies, good guy lives and gets the girl, live happily ever after. The end.

Bah.

“Searches related to Sidhe, faeries, Vampyres and even the gods have jumped nearly forty percent over night. While One World expresses Sidhe in a way that people can relate, showing the Sidhe nearly as people are, Liftimes expresses the life of a Sidhe, wild and seemingly untouched by the influence of people. Some are for the movie, others say that it is a bit too unrealistic to be true. With us today, we actually have Nort, the government’s Sidhe expert to talk to us about Lifetimes. Nort?”

“Thank you Nelt,” Nort smiled politely at the woman and turned towards the camera, a bit more tanned than he had been a few months ago, a bit greyer, perhaps, “Lifetimes expresses a conceptualization of a Sidhe’s life. We as a people do not know much about Sidhe except for their adult stage, once they reach adulthood, it seems they are allowed to adventure out of their homes and into places populated by people. Most of the information we have is speculated. How do they interact, how complex is their social structure, what do they eat, how do their clothing look?

“In Lifetimes, myself and several other experts, agreed to disagree on Sidhe speech, and we would like the people at home to know that this is by far, not perfect Sidhe. If it is at all. Speculation based upon the few facts that we have.”

“Why,” Nelt smiled as the camera turned towards her, “did you choose such a … soft language for the Sidhe. It all seems to be whispers and the softer syllables of our own.”

“We have all seen a Sidhe, in a zoo, in a farm, somewhere, while most city goers have never seen one, those in the country side have and it was to them that we went for the language. And they all agreed that when the Sidhe spoke, which seems to be rarely, it was in soft tones, almost like whispering children, just like that sound. Only they speak it at a normal volume. We tried our best to imitate the sounds and yes, we did have to create a grammatical structure to go along with the movie.”

“So much detail. And for a movie? The music alone is astonishing.”

“It is. Yes, the music was meant to draw people into the scenes but at the same time when you watch the movie you will encounter entirely silent moments. There is no music, this is real, this is life.”

“Do you have a favourite scene?”

“It has to be the last one, a Sidhe, I won’t say which one,” Nort responded with a chuckle, “is standing on the cliff as the wind blows in behind him and carries the leaves and seemingly his history, on and down towards the lands. All that he has been through, all that had burdened him, is carried off in the wind and in that one moment, there is absolutely no music playing and that. That I think is exactly the perfect scene for a Sidhe to be in. Free and wild, even after all that has happened to him.”

“Amazing. Well. Thank you for coming to speak with us on the movie.”

“You are more than welcome, thank you for having me.”

The news woman changed to weather and Rel sighed. A motion that caused his ribs to scream in pain. He tried not to wince as he stood and wandered over to the guard standing at the door. The guard growled at him and Rel blinked at the man. A moment later the guard who always escorted him to the visitor’s area entered and pinned first Rel and then the other guard with a look.

“Come on, boyo, time to see your lawyer.”

“Back again, is he?” Rel muttered, shuffling out of the activity room.

“Yes. Are you walking funny?”

“No,” Rel attempted to walk straighter as he moved down the hall and waited for the guard’s keys to fit in the slot properly and jiggle the right way. Rel slipped into the visiting area and eased himself into the chair.

It was only after he was sitting that he realised the lawyer was already sitting across from him.

Rahluen’s eyebrows nearly met his hairline, eyes moving up and down Rel, “You’ve been beaten.”

“I’m in prison,” Rel muttered back to the lawyer, “what’s a little beating?”

“They’ve ruled execution,” Rahluen responded calmly, opening one of his many files, “I have, of course, submitted a stay of execution until such a time as burial rights can be decided. Being as how you have contributed to society in such a great deal, the judge has ruled in favour of hearing the case.”

“And?”

“It only puts off the execution, Rel. Six months from now, you will still be in a gas chamber or hanging from a noose. The judge has also left it to the victim’s families to decide on the type of execution, as is their right to choose given the type of crime committed, most are asking for boiling from the feet up. Are you certain that you want to go through with this?”

“There is no other way.”

“I have more than enough evidence to poke holes in the case they had against you. More than enough. I could have you out in six months. Free to walk the streets. If anything I could reduce the punishment to service in the military for five years. Something. Anything to keep you alive.”

“Please,” Rel muttered, “the people search for a scapegoat and they’ve found themselves one. Even if I walk free, I won’t be free. Even if I survive this, I will never survive that. They’ll find me dead with my throat slit somewhere. I’d much rather be boiled from the toes up in here.”

“You would rather be gang raped every night?” Rahluen growled, “or do you get off on being dominated?”

“Why the hell do you care so much whether or not I live, or I die?” Rel snapped back, leaning forward in his seat and instantly regretting it as the pain coursed through his body, “You are a public servant, you have actual cases of concern to be working on and you are working on mine. Why?”

“I will not see an innocent man be put to death.”

“I am not innocent.”

“The evidence says otherwise. I am going to reopen the case, pleading the fact that you’ve obviously lost your damned mind,” Rahluen closed the file.

“I will protest, I am perfectly sane and perfectly able of body and mind. You have no right to declare me unfit to know what is best for me.”

“You will keep your mouth shut. Because if you don’t, I will use your own money to get you a conjugal visit.”

“Why the hell would I be afraid of-” Rel bit down on his tongue and forced himself to look away from the man’s intent look.

Rahl-ta was a god of sexuality and homosexuality. The god thrived on so called painful pleasure. If a follower of Rahl-ta offered sex, Rel ran in the other direction.

“Now. When I call you to court, you will be presentable. You will sit and be quiet,” Rahluen growled at Rel, “and when you get out of here and you go back to your multi-billion dollar companies, you will be grateful you got out of here alive and you will not try to leap off any buildings.”

“I would never-”

“Suicide by police is still suicide, Rel. Illuva frowns upon that. I’ve arranged for a Blood bible to be put in your room. Perhaps you should refresh your memory on the more obscure passages, the ones that didn’t make it into the newer bibles. About hell and damnation for any who selfishly takes their own life.”

“I am not planning suicide.”

“Then I must beg your pardon, but you seem to be doing everything but put a gun to your head. Oh. And try to do something about your hair.”

“My… hair…”

“Yes, it’s unruly, cut it or something. Even a bald head is better than that.”

“Fucking followers of Rahl-at,” Rel spat out.

“Please. Illuva’s followers are the ones with no formalities whatsoever, the ones who strut about looking like discards of the refuse pile,” Rahluen responded coldly, “clean yourself up. How in the name of the gods did you ever make so much money when you look so terrible?”

“My… stunning good looks?”

“Yes, goes right along with your sparkling personality.”




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