Gwynivara knew that Bernadette didn’t scream out of fear. If an attacker ever scared her, she wouldn’t give that person the satisfaction of seeing the torment he or she had caused. The fact that she did meant only one thing to her- Bernadette had tried to warn her about the danger she currently faced so that she could escape. Unfortunately, Bernadette didn’t realize that her forewarning came a split second too late-Gywynivara had already opened the basement door! She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw one well dressed man holding a chained leash which harnessed a beast watching another fashionable male stab Bernadette in the back! Her heart stopped as Bernadette fell to the floor!
Gwynivara stiffled the sense of outrage that burned inside her, but she couldn’t contain all of it. The two men saw her, and the one with the creature lumbered towards the door. She slammed it shut and ran through the kitchen, heading towards the living room where the front door was located. She didn’t make it far when the fiend burst through the door! The man unleashed it, and it scurried towards her. Gwynivara eyed a knife holder on the counter next to her and grabbed a weapon just as it reached her. As it lunged, she stabbed it in the stomach. It fell to the floor and writhed in pain. Gwynivara thought about Bernadette lying in the basement, and she used her fury to spawn a ball of light. As the creature regained its composure, Gwynivara threw the ball of light at it. The creature disintegrated into the air! The man inquired incredulously, “How did you do that?”
She almost answered him, but her instincts pointed out that he was an enemy. She inwardly debated whether to fight him or questions him, and her answer came by him reaching into his pocket. She was prepared to combat, but before he could grab his weapon, someone from behind him put a knife to his throat! Disbelief flooded every inch of her body as she heard Bernadette snap, “Don’t even think about it!”
“Impossible!” the man blurted out as he put his hands up.
Bernadette retorted, “Your partner tried to stab my spine. He didn’t know that I have scoliosis!” The man cringed at his partner’s ill luck. “So, here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna-”
Before Bernadette could finish her sentence, the front door busted open, and a barrage of policemen poured into the home, pointing their guns at the two women. Bernadette dropped the knife and threw her arms up. Gwynivara did the same, and her mind started racing. There was nowhere to run, and her conjuring skills weren’t potent enough to take on this many people at once. Her only hope was to tell the truth and hope that the policemen would listen and believe her, but she had a nasty feeling that they had already sentenced them in their minds. She exclaimed, “We were only defending ourselves!”
“Yeah right!” one policeman responded. “It looks like you two have the upper hand here!”
The man in the kitchen tattled, “They killed my friend!”
“They tried to kill us first! Look!” Bernadette turned around to show them her bloody back.
Smirking slightly, the man informed them, “It was self defense! Oh, did I mention that we’re in the police academy?”
Gwynivara and Bernadette’s stomachs dropped upon hearing this. One police officer asked him, “No kidding! What division?”
“Venenatus Sanguis,” he answered solidly Gwynivara knew if that creature hadn’t disintegrated that they would have gotten accused of having the disease and get thrown into quarantine, which would be a death sentence for them. She knew he knew something was up with her, but she could tell that he didn’t know that Venenatus Sanguis could get used in this way. She didn’t want to get arrested, but at least it had more of an opportunity for escape compared to other options.
Another officer regarded the girls, “Sorry, ladies. We have sufficient evidence to have you both arrested.” As the police handcuffed them, Bernadette and Gwynivara glanced at each other, clearly both thinking the same thing- how were they going to get out of this?
Gwynivara arrived at the police station with her hands cuffed in the front of her. She hoped that while Bernadette was in the hospital that she would hatch a way to escape. The rebel headquarters had no phone line, so she figured that the patrol officers check the hospital and jail to check on missing members. Actually, she realized that she had never gone on a patrol before today and didn’t know the procedure for it. Just like herself, Bernadette were too preoccupied with Riley’s fate to discuss training or protocol. She had to use her best judgment and pray that she actually picked the best option. A female officer, without looking up from her clipboard, asked her, “Name?”
“Ann Smith.” Gwynivara knew there had to be tons of different Ann Smith’s in the world, so it would take quite a bit of research before they realized she had lied about her identity. She could do nothing else but helplessly hope that she had given the other rebels enough time to find her.
The clipboard officer listlessly instructed, “Put your fingers on the ink pad and print them here.”
Gwynivara’s first instinct was to comply, but then it occurred to her that they may not have been able to recognize her by name, but but everyone’s fingerprints were unique, very distinguishable and traceable! For a moment, she panicked. But, at that moment, a figure walked into the police station. He wore a black trench coat and a matching fedora, which was attraction enough, but Gwynivara had a feeling she knew who that person was. Intuitively, she knew she had to stall for time. She put ink on her middle finger first. Most people didn’t know she had a double-jointed middle finger, and it curved slightly up when she wanted it to. She pressed it to the fingerprint sheet, which only produced a partial. The lady probed, “What’s wrong with your finger?”
“It didn’t look like that this morning!” Gwynivara fibbed.
“Did it happen during your arrest?” she questioned. Gwynivara shrugged, so the woman told her, “I’m gonna have you talk to our medic over-”
The female officer physically pointed her in the direction of the medic, but before she could finish her sentence, the earth began to quake! The tremors were so violent that the furniture got knocked over! Everyone got under some cover as the ceiling began to grumble, but Gwynivara was not near any furniture, so she couldn’t hide. Fortunately, she didn’t have to. The man with dark fedora scooped her up and ran out of the police station just in time!
Once outside, the man held onto her to keep her from falling with one hand and made some strange gestures with the other. Suddenly, the quakes stopped. “Maybe if you’re nice to me, I’ll teach you how to do that.” He turned to look her in the eye, revealing himself to be Kierram! He grinned, linked arms with her, and took off running.
Once they were at a safe distance, Kierram and Gwynivara ducked into an alleyway, and Kierram produced a key to unlock the cuffs. Gwynvara had to ask, “How did you know?”
As she uncuffed her, he answered, “Blake and I were on patrol and heard a policeman listening to a page where they called all units to an address. When we got there, you were getting hauled away.”
“Is Blake at the hospital with Bernadette?” Gwynivara questioned.
Kierram replied, “I hope so!” They exchanged grim glances and dashed away.
At the hospital, the emergency room staff clearly were over-occupied and understaffed, so no one bat an eye when Kierram and Gwynivara entered. They went down the hall, peaking into each room. They found the operating room and lingered a little. Since Bernadette got stabbed, there was a good chance she could have been in there. What they saw was a group of surgeons gazing down at the patient on the table with very solemn looks on their faces. One surgeon stated, “We lost him.”
“Him? Oh good!” Gwynivara started to walk away.
Kierram stopped her by saying, “No wait!” As they covered the patient with the blanket, he revealed, “That’s Blake!”
Gwynivara felt stunned. They had just talked to him not that long ago, so it just didn’t seem possible for him to be dead. “Are you sure?”
“Positive,” Kierram confirmed. “Come on, we gotta find-”
“Taylor?” a nurse called out. Gwynivara responded automatically, but it felt strange, almost as though she stepped into a world she thought she left behind. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, I got my job back,” she improvised.
“No,” the nurse responded, “Why aren’t you looking for the missing patient? Every available staff member is supposed to help find her! Come on!”
“I’m on it!” Gwynivara gladly volunteered.
As the nurse went in the other direction, Kierram whispered, “Where could she be?” They heard a loud bang coming from above them, which they were fairly sure had been the answer to their question. They bolted to the nearest set of stairs.
As they ran up, they saw Bernadette, who now wore a doctor’s lab coat, hurrying down towards their direction. Bernadette inquired, “How are we gonna get out of here alive?”
When they got to a landing, Gwynivara spotted a trash cart and pointed to it. “That’s how! Get in!” Bernadette climbed in, and Gwynivara put a small trash bag on top of her to cover her up. The hospital staff didn’t pay them any mind, that is until they reached the five doctors from the hiring panel! Clearly puzzled, they were about to say something, but Gwynivara cut them off, “I don’t get paid to clean, but no one said I couldn’t volunteer!”
The doctors looked as though they wanted to object but couldn’t find any reason to…until they were almost out the door. Doctor Richards blurted out, “Why are you bringing the trash outside?”
For a moment, they thought they were done for, after all, there wasn’t any reasonable explanation to do so. Kierram and Gwynivara wracked their brains to think of something, but fortunately, they didn’t have to. Three creatures that resembled wingless birds skulked towards them. Gwynivara smirked and told them, “No offense, but you got bigger problems to deal with right now!” She pointed behind them, and the doctors turned around, screaming at what they saw. Gwynivara and Kierram rolled Bernadette out of sight!