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All endings are beginnings
Who: Vivian. Nick Torres. Audr. Breacan. Mac. Eothian.
When: Nowish.
What: New Immortal.
Rating: R for adult talk and violence.
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She could feel everything shifting around her, or in her head. She wasn’t sure. Peeling her eyes open to survey her surroundings the battered walls around her spun in an endless movement. There were sounds groans and cries of pain sounding out around her as that irate accent of Torres's familar voice rang through her, the anger was enough to make her flinch. She hated the voice.
“I don’t pay you to think, kill them now!”
The voice snarled. Torres. She knew that much about the voice she had grown used to hearing.
“Whoa, some one has him pissed off.” Vivian muttered under the pain she could feel in her body as the restraints held her down. “At least it isn’t me.”
“Reckon not, it’d be me he’s mighty annoyed at.”
She startled at the voice in the dark hull with her and opened her eyes to let them adjust to the darkness. Gasping at the sight of the badly beaten man in front of her Viv couldn’t help but wonder what he had done to bring on Torres’s wrath. Although right then Torres was on deck yelling at someone to shoot some poor victim. Gun shots rang out.
“I thought I killed the stupid fuck.”
“Uh?” Blinking owlishly Viv wondered if the man was hallucinating.
“Forget ‘bout it. Where the hell are we?”
Viv struggled under her restraints knowing freedom was a useless thing to want to obtain. They were on a rusting tanker ship; she frowned wondering how long she had been held down in the hole. “Before I was thrown in here a couple of women told me they had just come aboard from Maldives.”
The man snorted. “You’re going to prove being useful, at least you didn’t say we were on a fuckin’ ship.”
“Boat.” She corrected him.
“Fuckin', ship.Girl. A boat fits in a ship not the other fuckin’ way round. This tanker ain’t fittin’ in no fuckin’ boat.”
“Jez, okay mister-I-know-all-about-boats.”
“Ships.” He corrected.
“Shut it.” She snapped.
He grinned at her through a face full of dry blood. Viv wondered if she wasn’t the one now hallucinating --- the blood dry on his face gave the odd sensation he didn’t look physically beaten as he did five minutes ago. She was totally losing it.
“Are you two quite cosy down there?”
Looking up was as painful as opening her eyes, but she looked up at the direction Torres voice came from. Her eyes automatically screwed shut at the blinding day light from the hole above them.
“How ‘bout y’all come down here and we’ll show you.”
Trying to pin point the accent of her fellow captive was difficult. He sounded Australian, then she thought he sounded like an old west gun slingers she had heard about from other people who were held captive with her. Vivian had been seventeen when she was taken into being sold through human trafficking. An orphan from Budapest with no English and very little else to have her disappearance noted Vivian had no choice with settling into her captivity. After that she was thrown from abuse to abuse. There was no formal education to speak of unless she wanted to count street smarts of which she had ample education in that school. She could just barely write her name, and she had some knowledge about reading. Being thrown from country to country she had developed an ear for accents and a tongue for language. She knew how to speak several languages and could pick out a few more just with her ear, not being able to master speaking them just yet. It got that way she knew where most people had come from ---this man was an enigma. He looked like a Scandinavian. With his blue eyes and even under the blood, grime, and matted up mess Viv knew he had blond hair. All said and done she still couldn’t figure out exactly what country he was from. Her stealthy ninja language skills were letting her down. She didn’t want to believe it.
“Thank you for the offer, Audr; alas I must refrain. I do hope you do not mind the company you are keeping. There’s no where else safe to put her.”
“Safe? Y’all scared shitless of a snip of a girl?”
“Hey…” Vivian protested at the idea she was a girl. Audr. So that was his name, it sounded European.
“You should be rather frightened yourself Viking, we have unfinished business.”
Audr shouted out a string of words in Old Norse.
“Rude. Speak a language we all know.” Replied Torres.
Audr flipped him the bird. Torres scowled and turned away leaving them alone once more.
Vivian laughed and groaned at the shot of pain coursing through her body.
He was trouble. She knew that with every bit of pain assaulting her being. If she didn’t know, his next words spoke enough.
“Are y’all bored?”
She eyed him. “Uh-Ah.”
“Me too. Let’s get out of here.” He grinned at her and she wonder how sane he actually was.
A couple of hours later after they exhausted all possible ways to escape, they were still trapped. The man named Audr didn’t seem to think about giving up yet. Vivian slumped against the wall and slid down on the floor dejectedly. Who was she kidding they weren’t going any where.
“Get on ya feet girl, we ain’t done yet.”
“Hello. We aren’t going any…”
Just as she was about to give him a mouthful there was a grating sound of metal iron as a large door in the room swung open. Guards walked in armed heavily.
“Mister Torres is ready for you both now.”
Viv panicked. This was it, she was going to die. Scrambling to her feet she made a move to fight against the guards only to be meet half way by six foot wall of Viking blocking her way. She glared up at him. He gave her a steely eyed look, his voice barely a whisper,
“You swim?”
Viv eyed him widely, nodding her head only briefly.
“Step away darlin’, things are about to get ugly.”
After that there was no turning back.
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Trinidad.
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Vivian had to hand it to him he knew how to get into trouble and out of trouble. They were still on the run and Audr hadn’t let them stopped once. She whined all the way wanting to know where they were going. He told her she’d know when they got there. After that she moved in sulking silence. She was tired. Wounded. Hungry. Why did she ever leap off the boat…ship [she mentally corrected herself] to be right back where she was? One thing out of all of it she was glad when she didn’t lie to him about being able to swim. They had swam until some salvage boat picked them up. Audr making out he and his daughter had been hijack by pirates. The story sounded very believable in the seas they were in. Once they docked onshore Viv kissed the ground she walked on, never been so happy to have dry land under her feet. The moment lasted all of two seconds when they were met face to face with Torres.
“How did he find us?”
She moved with Audr. He grunted and pushed forward trying to out pace the other man. After another gun battle they barely made it out of into an old warehouse where they took shelter. A duffle bag in hand from the rescue ship Vivian rummaged around in it to find duct tape and used it to tape up a knife wound she had received in the run. For a moment she watched as the man with her laughed. Amusement crossing her features only to fade when he waved her off from bandaging up his gun shot wound. They were both in a mess.
“You’ll bleed to death.” She protested.
“Darlin’ I ain’t got time to bleed.”
After that she knew better than to argue with him. Viv moved back to her corner and eyed him. He eyed her back. Since they got off Torres’s ship he had been watching her with a strange look. She shifted uncomfortably.
“Look I can give you a blow job. But I’m not in the mood to fuck you.”
Audr laughed hard. “Jesus you’ve got a mouth.”
“What did you think they held me for? To play tea parties?”
Closing his eyes briefly Audr looked all the world for a moment like he was asleep. Then he spoke. “Torres must’ve have missed it because he was pickin' up on me. Reckon I did the same thing too.”
“Missed what?” Once again Vivian wondered if the man was insane.
“Well girl, ain’t like you’re not ever going to find out. So I guess you got to learn some time. Maybe it’s a good thing as I’m not going to make it to the safe house but I reckon given a better choice you can.”
Viv didn’t like what he was saying. “You give up? You’ve haven’t quit yet.”
He gave a soft smile.
“I’m tired, darlin’. Bone tired. I’m thinkin’ it’s time I took my seat up in Valhalla.”
Okay, thought Vivian, he really was insane. Valhalla?
“You’re hallucinating losing all that blood.” She moved to him and tried to work on his wound. She gave a yelp when he grabbed her.
“Torres, he’s got all the dark side of hell going for him and I can’t fight that. None of us can. He ain’t going to be reason with and I sure don’t think I want to take that quickenin' of his because I figure he’s gone batshit insane with a dark quickenin'. I don’t want that in me. Just like I don’t want him havin' my quickenin' and havin' what’s in me.”
Before she could say anything he swiftly drew a blade to take her life. Her last breath Vivian took was to call him bastard. She knew she was dying, she could feel life seeping away from her, and then there was blackness. Her last thought was: funny I expected light.
Her last thought was followed by a gasp for air. Then she felt it, the feeling of an Immortal presence surrounding her. She stared at Audr knowing it was coming from him.
“What did you do to me?” She whispered in fear.
“Gave you forever.”
“Are you nuts?” Something told Vivian he wasn’t. This really was happening.
“Two rules you don’t ever forget 'bout what you are. Don’t fight on holy ground. Don’t lose your head.”
“Why?”
“You’ll die.”
Vivian pulled herself off the ground, pacing wildly. “This can’t be happening. No. No. No.”
Her voice trailed off as she felt another Immortal presence. “Torres.” She whispered.
Audr struggled to his feet. Face white. Sweat beading on his brow. “Alright, now is the time.”
“Time? For what?”
“You’re gonna kill me.” Audr handed the machete over to her and she looked at it aghast.
“Aim for the neck. Try to take what you can of it.” He fell to his knees and Vivian watched him lower his head, waiting for her to behead him.
“Oh. My. God. This is so medieval. I can’t. I can’t.”
“You have to or Torres will kill you. Maybe worse, keep you as his tea party girl for…ever.”
The realization dawned her, she really was an Immortal. And taking a head was how they died.
“Audr, why do I have to kill you?” She whimpered.
“To protect my family. To protect my girls. The quickenin' will give Torres every memory I know. Don’t give him my knowledge.”
Vivian started to cry. He was really pleading with her. On. His. Knees. Pleading. She raised the blade and promised him she wouldn't let Torres have his knowledge.
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Offshore. Poseidon’s underwater world.
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“How long?”
“Couple of days.” Eothian's blue eyes settled on his friend's back as Breacan looked out of the long windows facing into the ocean depths.
“Where did you hear the news, Lieutenant?”
“Some girl used the right code to get into the safe house at Trinidad. Mac has been grilling her ever since and she’s been telling him shite about everyone. You know, stuff only Jimmy knows.”
“You are certain of her words?”
“Yeah. She said she killed Audr, and Torres is out for us all.”
“Very well, I shall inform Audr’s family.”
“Captain, what do we do about the girl?”
There was a long pause of silence from the dark Selkie.
“Tell her: Welcome to the family.”
When: Nowish.
What: New Immortal.
Rating: R for adult talk and violence.
---------------------------------------------
She could feel everything shifting around her, or in her head. She wasn’t sure. Peeling her eyes open to survey her surroundings the battered walls around her spun in an endless movement. There were sounds groans and cries of pain sounding out around her as that irate accent of Torres's familar voice rang through her, the anger was enough to make her flinch. She hated the voice.
“I don’t pay you to think, kill them now!”
The voice snarled. Torres. She knew that much about the voice she had grown used to hearing.
“Whoa, some one has him pissed off.” Vivian muttered under the pain she could feel in her body as the restraints held her down. “At least it isn’t me.”
“Reckon not, it’d be me he’s mighty annoyed at.”
She startled at the voice in the dark hull with her and opened her eyes to let them adjust to the darkness. Gasping at the sight of the badly beaten man in front of her Viv couldn’t help but wonder what he had done to bring on Torres’s wrath. Although right then Torres was on deck yelling at someone to shoot some poor victim. Gun shots rang out.
“I thought I killed the stupid fuck.”
“Uh?” Blinking owlishly Viv wondered if the man was hallucinating.
“Forget ‘bout it. Where the hell are we?”
Viv struggled under her restraints knowing freedom was a useless thing to want to obtain. They were on a rusting tanker ship; she frowned wondering how long she had been held down in the hole. “Before I was thrown in here a couple of women told me they had just come aboard from Maldives.”
The man snorted. “You’re going to prove being useful, at least you didn’t say we were on a fuckin’ ship.”
“Boat.” She corrected him.
“Fuckin', ship.Girl. A boat fits in a ship not the other fuckin’ way round. This tanker ain’t fittin’ in no fuckin’ boat.”
“Jez, okay mister-I-know-all-about-boats.”
“Ships.” He corrected.
“Shut it.” She snapped.
He grinned at her through a face full of dry blood. Viv wondered if she wasn’t the one now hallucinating --- the blood dry on his face gave the odd sensation he didn’t look physically beaten as he did five minutes ago. She was totally losing it.
“Are you two quite cosy down there?”
Looking up was as painful as opening her eyes, but she looked up at the direction Torres voice came from. Her eyes automatically screwed shut at the blinding day light from the hole above them.
“How ‘bout y’all come down here and we’ll show you.”
Trying to pin point the accent of her fellow captive was difficult. He sounded Australian, then she thought he sounded like an old west gun slingers she had heard about from other people who were held captive with her. Vivian had been seventeen when she was taken into being sold through human trafficking. An orphan from Budapest with no English and very little else to have her disappearance noted Vivian had no choice with settling into her captivity. After that she was thrown from abuse to abuse. There was no formal education to speak of unless she wanted to count street smarts of which she had ample education in that school. She could just barely write her name, and she had some knowledge about reading. Being thrown from country to country she had developed an ear for accents and a tongue for language. She knew how to speak several languages and could pick out a few more just with her ear, not being able to master speaking them just yet. It got that way she knew where most people had come from ---this man was an enigma. He looked like a Scandinavian. With his blue eyes and even under the blood, grime, and matted up mess Viv knew he had blond hair. All said and done she still couldn’t figure out exactly what country he was from. Her stealthy ninja language skills were letting her down. She didn’t want to believe it.
“Thank you for the offer, Audr; alas I must refrain. I do hope you do not mind the company you are keeping. There’s no where else safe to put her.”
“Safe? Y’all scared shitless of a snip of a girl?”
“Hey…” Vivian protested at the idea she was a girl. Audr. So that was his name, it sounded European.
“You should be rather frightened yourself Viking, we have unfinished business.”
Audr shouted out a string of words in Old Norse.
“Rude. Speak a language we all know.” Replied Torres.
Audr flipped him the bird. Torres scowled and turned away leaving them alone once more.
Vivian laughed and groaned at the shot of pain coursing through her body.
He was trouble. She knew that with every bit of pain assaulting her being. If she didn’t know, his next words spoke enough.
“Are y’all bored?”
She eyed him. “Uh-Ah.”
“Me too. Let’s get out of here.” He grinned at her and she wonder how sane he actually was.
A couple of hours later after they exhausted all possible ways to escape, they were still trapped. The man named Audr didn’t seem to think about giving up yet. Vivian slumped against the wall and slid down on the floor dejectedly. Who was she kidding they weren’t going any where.
“Get on ya feet girl, we ain’t done yet.”
“Hello. We aren’t going any…”
Just as she was about to give him a mouthful there was a grating sound of metal iron as a large door in the room swung open. Guards walked in armed heavily.
“Mister Torres is ready for you both now.”
Viv panicked. This was it, she was going to die. Scrambling to her feet she made a move to fight against the guards only to be meet half way by six foot wall of Viking blocking her way. She glared up at him. He gave her a steely eyed look, his voice barely a whisper,
“You swim?”
Viv eyed him widely, nodding her head only briefly.
“Step away darlin’, things are about to get ugly.”
After that there was no turning back.
-------------------------------------------------------
Trinidad.
-------------------------------------------------------
Vivian had to hand it to him he knew how to get into trouble and out of trouble. They were still on the run and Audr hadn’t let them stopped once. She whined all the way wanting to know where they were going. He told her she’d know when they got there. After that she moved in sulking silence. She was tired. Wounded. Hungry. Why did she ever leap off the boat…ship [she mentally corrected herself] to be right back where she was? One thing out of all of it she was glad when she didn’t lie to him about being able to swim. They had swam until some salvage boat picked them up. Audr making out he and his daughter had been hijack by pirates. The story sounded very believable in the seas they were in. Once they docked onshore Viv kissed the ground she walked on, never been so happy to have dry land under her feet. The moment lasted all of two seconds when they were met face to face with Torres.
“How did he find us?”
She moved with Audr. He grunted and pushed forward trying to out pace the other man. After another gun battle they barely made it out of into an old warehouse where they took shelter. A duffle bag in hand from the rescue ship Vivian rummaged around in it to find duct tape and used it to tape up a knife wound she had received in the run. For a moment she watched as the man with her laughed. Amusement crossing her features only to fade when he waved her off from bandaging up his gun shot wound. They were both in a mess.
“You’ll bleed to death.” She protested.
“Darlin’ I ain’t got time to bleed.”
After that she knew better than to argue with him. Viv moved back to her corner and eyed him. He eyed her back. Since they got off Torres’s ship he had been watching her with a strange look. She shifted uncomfortably.
“Look I can give you a blow job. But I’m not in the mood to fuck you.”
Audr laughed hard. “Jesus you’ve got a mouth.”
“What did you think they held me for? To play tea parties?”
Closing his eyes briefly Audr looked all the world for a moment like he was asleep. Then he spoke. “Torres must’ve have missed it because he was pickin' up on me. Reckon I did the same thing too.”
“Missed what?” Once again Vivian wondered if the man was insane.
“Well girl, ain’t like you’re not ever going to find out. So I guess you got to learn some time. Maybe it’s a good thing as I’m not going to make it to the safe house but I reckon given a better choice you can.”
Viv didn’t like what he was saying. “You give up? You’ve haven’t quit yet.”
He gave a soft smile.
“I’m tired, darlin’. Bone tired. I’m thinkin’ it’s time I took my seat up in Valhalla.”
Okay, thought Vivian, he really was insane. Valhalla?
“You’re hallucinating losing all that blood.” She moved to him and tried to work on his wound. She gave a yelp when he grabbed her.
“Torres, he’s got all the dark side of hell going for him and I can’t fight that. None of us can. He ain’t going to be reason with and I sure don’t think I want to take that quickenin' of his because I figure he’s gone batshit insane with a dark quickenin'. I don’t want that in me. Just like I don’t want him havin' my quickenin' and havin' what’s in me.”
Before she could say anything he swiftly drew a blade to take her life. Her last breath Vivian took was to call him bastard. She knew she was dying, she could feel life seeping away from her, and then there was blackness. Her last thought was: funny I expected light.
Her last thought was followed by a gasp for air. Then she felt it, the feeling of an Immortal presence surrounding her. She stared at Audr knowing it was coming from him.
“What did you do to me?” She whispered in fear.
“Gave you forever.”
“Are you nuts?” Something told Vivian he wasn’t. This really was happening.
“Two rules you don’t ever forget 'bout what you are. Don’t fight on holy ground. Don’t lose your head.”
“Why?”
“You’ll die.”
Vivian pulled herself off the ground, pacing wildly. “This can’t be happening. No. No. No.”
Her voice trailed off as she felt another Immortal presence. “Torres.” She whispered.
Audr struggled to his feet. Face white. Sweat beading on his brow. “Alright, now is the time.”
“Time? For what?”
“You’re gonna kill me.” Audr handed the machete over to her and she looked at it aghast.
“Aim for the neck. Try to take what you can of it.” He fell to his knees and Vivian watched him lower his head, waiting for her to behead him.
“Oh. My. God. This is so medieval. I can’t. I can’t.”
“You have to or Torres will kill you. Maybe worse, keep you as his tea party girl for…ever.”
The realization dawned her, she really was an Immortal. And taking a head was how they died.
“Audr, why do I have to kill you?” She whimpered.
“To protect my family. To protect my girls. The quickenin' will give Torres every memory I know. Don’t give him my knowledge.”
Vivian started to cry. He was really pleading with her. On. His. Knees. Pleading. She raised the blade and promised him she wouldn't let Torres have his knowledge.
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Offshore. Poseidon’s underwater world.
----------------------------------------------------------------
“How long?”
“Couple of days.” Eothian's blue eyes settled on his friend's back as Breacan looked out of the long windows facing into the ocean depths.
“Where did you hear the news, Lieutenant?”
“Some girl used the right code to get into the safe house at Trinidad. Mac has been grilling her ever since and she’s been telling him shite about everyone. You know, stuff only Jimmy knows.”
“You are certain of her words?”
“Yeah. She said she killed Audr, and Torres is out for us all.”
“Very well, I shall inform Audr’s family.”
“Captain, what do we do about the girl?”
There was a long pause of silence from the dark Selkie.
“Tell her: Welcome to the family.”