Post by The Circle Television Network on Oct 9, 2016 19:38:24 GMT -5
Knight Estate
Trinity Hills, Empire City
Chapter IX: The Place We All Must Go…
Daria Knight had become a prominent figure in Empire City once she had inherited the family business from her father. The Knight family fortune had been based on travel and industry, but Daria had grander schemes in mind. As Empire City evolved, so too did her own empire. As more and more Supers appeared, a whole new market began to open up. They became the new age celebrities as many people flocked to them. They needed representation…they needed endorsements…they needed the means to make a living and support themselves like anyone else, and Knight Enterprises supplied a means to an end, and a very profitable end at that.
In just a few short years her company was raking in money on multiple fronts. On one hand she provided attorneys for Supers in need of legal defense, on the other she provided the expert consultation that put many a Super behind bars…at least those that didn’t play by the rules or go along with the program. Knight Enterprises was on the cutting edge of technology. Much of their research breakthroughs had been developed into weapons that were used against the Supers. Of course, on the other end…they produced the countermeasures for those very same weapons, for the right price. Supers had their place in Empire City, and Daria Knight was going to make a profit off of it. Of course some elements complicated matters…like her brother…a man who had worked tirelessly to promote his ‘One God’ theory. It was a nice concept, but it didn’t do anything for the Knight name financially speaking. As a matter of a fact, it had been a source of irritation. Knight Enterprises had done all that it could to promote a great many Supers as sudo-Gods…for lack of a better term. All the same, that job was made that much more difficult when you had a man screaming to the masses that there was only one God.
Brandon Knight…the idealist…the man who turned his back on the family business so that he could waste his life as a police officer. When that didn’t work out, he became a puppet of the ‘One God’ churches, spreading their rhetoric to whomever would listen. It was all a waste in Daria’s eyes…foolishly flushing his life down the toilet. She couldn’t count the number of times that she had wished that her brother would come around and take his rightful place by her side, yet it never came to be.
Her brother’s convictions strengthened and soon he had become a sort of spiritual leader, and he opposed nearly everything that Daria stood for. He had gone from being an embarrassment to being a nuisance. Brandon’s soap box preaching centered on the fact that there was but one God…faceless and nameless…for all intents and purposes. The more his teachings caught on, the more of a problem he became for his sister…and others. There had been talk of assassination, but in the end it was Brandon himself who paved the way for his own decline in the eyes of the public when he committed an unpardonable sin of sorts, by denouncing Superius, the most revered Demi-God of them all.
People were ready for a man who talked about brotherhood…talked about love…and talked about protecting our eternal soul, but that all ended when he dared to denounce Superius and label him as a false God. Before…when he had followers, killing him would have made him a martyr…and in the end, that is what had kept him alive. Once the public at large turned on him, he became a laughing stock and worse…fair game. ‘One God’ churches were burned down all over Empire City, until six months ago. Daria had bartered an under the table agreement that stopped the burnings, contingent upon Brandon, as the most recognizable face of the sect, walking away…forever. Daria had done all that she could to persuade her brother to give up the church, but she had failed to break Brandon’s conviction. Now…not only were the last few ‘One God’ churches in danger…but so was he.
As a sister, Daria believed that she had done all she could to save Brandon. His false beliefs would now be his undoing…a sort of suicide. Daria wasn’t participating in her brother’s death, she was simply allowing nature to take its course…or so she had told herself before tonight…
Brandon had come to her, looking worn and haggard, seeking refuge. Daria could have no more turned her brother away as she could have gouged out her own eye. Blood was thicker than water. She wanted her brother out of the way…but dead? After the close call in the ruins of the church a few nights ago, she could TRULY never want something to happen to him…could she?
Daria Knight stood by the huge bay window in her study overlooking the whole of Empire City…a city that was in a panic as everything teetered on the brink of destruction. The breakout at the jail would have far reaching consequences. If life as she had known it didn’t end, it would certainly change…quite possibly forever. The dilemma she faced with what to do with her brother seemed insignificant now, at least at the moment.
She glanced over at her desk as the teleprompter flashed. She ignored it for a moment, already knowing who it was. She clenched her fist as she continued surveying the cityscape for a bit longer. Empire City was the last great refuge in a world gone mad and even now she could see something dark beginning to fester and grow here. Long before tonight’s villainous prison escapees were set loose Empire City was on the brink of chaos and only a few knew it…and fewer still would survive it.
Daria walked over to her desk and sat down as she activated the video teleconference. The hooded figure on the monitor regarded her coolly. “Ms. Knight…I sincerely hope that you aren’t playing games with me. I only contact you when it is of the utmost importance…and so I expect you to be there to answer…promptly! Do I make myself clear?”
Daria nodded. “Of course…”
“Your brother has proven to be difficult quarry. One of my agents informed me that he was assisted by…” The figure paused as they searched for a suitable explanation. “…a guardian angel.” Daria arched her eyebrow, but remained silent. “Do you know anything about this? Who and where this person comes from?”
Daria smiled arrogantly as she gestured above. “Have you considered…The One Almighty God?”
The hooded figure was not amused. “You’d be wise to stay your tongue when you have nothing useful to add!” Daria bowed her head and gestured for the hooded caller to continue. “Angel or no…your brother WILL be eliminated. The only thing I want to know is once that’s accomplished, will you be ready to move forward with the next phase of our plan?”
Daria was silent as she wrestled within herself. She could turn her back on her brother now…give him up and then be done with it, or she could keep her silence a bit longer…and as a consequence, her brother. When she spoke up, her words didn’t surprise her… “Yes…I’ll be ready.” …but her lack of conviction did. All the same, at least it was only her that seemed to notice it.
“Good…very good.” There was a slight pause. “Do not let the events of tonight trouble you…all works to our mutual advantage. Of that…have no doubt.”
Daria nodded. “When do you think your agent will find my wayward brother?”
A slight laugh escaped through the figure’s darkened veil. “She was given forty-eight hours…and that time draws to an end soon. I expect to hear from her any moment…and once the deed is done, you and I can move forward.”
The screen went black and Daria laced her fingers. Her mysterious benefactor did not know that Brandon was under her roof…under her protection, at least for the moment. To be certain, Daria did not relish the idea of killing her own brother, but if it came right down to it…she would do what needed to be done.
First, she wanted to know more about this…guardian angel, after that she would make up her own mind about how to proceed. Be it doing the deed herself…or delivering him to this…agent, whomever she was…”
The Bowels
The Underneath, Empire City
Stacey’s eyes slowly opened to unfamiliar surroundings…dark…dank…unfamiliar surroundings. Her cheek ached…certainly bruised…maybe even fractured. Everything was a blur, she remembered the prison…the fire wielding Meepus…and…and…there was more, but her head sang with a song that drowned everything else out.
Well…almost everything…
“’Ellow Luv… did you get your rest?”
Stacey’s eyes widened as she remembered the clawed woman…the one that had nearly knocked her head off after…after she had killed Pearson. Stacey struggled to move, but she was tied down and not going anywhere.
Reaver walked into the light and she smiled. “You and I ‘ave a mutual friend…a friend that I need to find…a priest.”
Stacey screamed at her. “FUCK YOU!! I’M NOT TELLING YOU A DAMN THING!!”
Stacey’s head snapped to the side as Reaver punched her in the jaw. Her head rang and her entire jaw went numb. “That’s a nasty mouth that you’ve got on you Luv! I can’t believe that you kiss your Mum wit’ that thing!” Reaver laughed. “Maybe you ‘ave th’ father bless it wit’ a bit of his…” Reaver made a stroking motion with her hand, “…holy water, eh?”
Stacey’s chest heaved and her entire body ached, but she refused to give this woman the satisfaction. “I’m not helping you to do a damn thing…and if you let me out of this chair…I swear to Superius that I’ll…”
“YOU’LL DO NOTHING!!!” Reaver roared as her claws elongated and she jammed the one from her index finger right into her upper shoulder. Stacey screamed in pain…as tears streamed down her face. Pussy Galore smiled as she leaned in close. “Evoking Superius won’t do you a damn bit of good deary…you’ll take me to th’ priest or else I’ll…”
“FUCK YOU!!” Stacey spat in her face, causing Reaver to fall back…her claw tearing out of her shoulder. Stacey gritted her teeth to stifle another scream. She shook in a rage as she strained against the ropes. “BITCH!! I WON’T TELL YOU SHIT!! I don’t care what you do to me!”
Reaver angrily drew back her claws as she prepared to finish off the uncooperative police detective, but her hand was stayed by the familiar voice of her partner Vixxxen. “Ree! Don’t kill her…” Reaver turned and watched as Vixxxen limped into the room. She was obviously no longer bedridden, but her movements were still severely pained.
Reaver rushed to her side. “You shouldn’t be out of bed yet…you’ve not fully recovered.”
Vixxxen snapped her fingers and a tiny ball of flame appeared there. “I’m well enough to finish the job that we started…”
Stacey stared at the flame and then at the women who made it. “It was you…you’re the one who burned down Madison Chapel…not Meepus…”
Vixxxen made a fist and the flame disappeared. “Meepus? What in the hell is a Meepus?!”
Reaver ignored her question. “Bugger that! Look…I can take care of th’ priest on my own… ‘is little birdie ‘as flown to th’ big-arse bird cage in th’ sky…courtesy of yours truly!” She glared over at Stacey. “Apparently she was looking after this randy lil’ trollop…no doubt sent by our favorite Sunday School Padre.”
Birdy? Stacey’s mind raced to follow what she was talking about. Birdy? Finally it came to her…the woman…the one with the wings that had saved her from Meepus. She hadn’t seen her face…but apparently these two had seen her before…and from the sound of it, so had Brandon. It was quickly becoming apparent that he knew a lot more than he was telling her. She’d corner him and make him tell everything that he knew…assuming she lived that long.
Vixxxen walked over and grabbed Stacey by her face. The woman’s hand was hot…oven mitt hot, but Stacey bared down and refused to scream out. Vixxxen shook her head. “She’s not going to help us, but she will be of some use. We might not be able to find the priest…but once he knows that we have her, he’ll come out of hiding and then…”
Reaver grinned as she came over and stuck one of her claws under Stacey’s chin. “Then we’ll gut th’ both of them…just like I did to ‘is poor lil’ birdie.” Stacey pulled her head away, but Reaver continued to grin. “Don’t worry your pretty lil’ ‘ead about it Luv…it won’t ‘urt long. Before you know it…it will all be over and your firm lil’ arse will be roastin’ in th’ bleedin’ fires of ‘ell…right beside your winged savior!!”
Penitentiary for the Criminally Super Powered
Centerville, Empire City
The entire prison yard was like something out of a horror movie. Bodies lay everywhere…and the buildings were in flames. The true heroes of Empire City…the firemen and law enforcement did what they could to contain the scene, all without the aid of superpowers. These brave men and women had been one of the few thin threads holding Empire City together, but the strain was telling. The fires were raging out of control and the stench from the bodies was almost unbearable…yet they soldiered on, hoping to make a difference.
Among the dead, lay the winged ruin of one who had tried to make a difference…at least in a small and selfish way. Anka’s slight form was left a gory mess. The animalistic attack had torn open her ribcage…and true to her word, Reaver had indeed ripped out her heart…
No life dwelled within the empty husk of her remains…
Anka was no more…
She had moved on…gone from this earth…her mortal coil severed…
Yet…in the here-after, where we all must one day go… she makes an all too familiar journey…
“I look down and I see myself…laying there…my chest laid open, and all inside torn asunder. It is obvious that I’m dead…and I’m perfectly okay with that. Such an incredible sense of peace…I’d breathe a sigh of relief if I could…but I know how this will end. The same way it always ends for me…”
“I look up into the Heavens…and I feel myself rise up. An incredible feeling of freedom…the joy is indescribable. Ahead of me…nothing but a warm and inviting light…below me? The life I now leave behind. Every moment there was a kind of Hell, I realize that now that I can experience true joy…true love…everlasting peace…”
“As I look forward…I see it…the tunnel…and beyond it…the light…the source. It’s Him…it has to be Him! Nothing else could shine so brightly and not burn. Nothing else could beam so brightly and not blind. It is perfection…it is beauty…it is love…the prize that awaits us all…or so we are led to believe…”
“This time will be different for me…this time I’ll walk into the light. God will not deny me this…not this time…”
“As I get closer…walking deeper into the tunnel…drawing nearer to the light, I hear voices…voices I have not heard in ages. They speak in a tongue hardly recognizable now…an old language…my native language…the language of Jesus Christ, over 3,000 years old…it is Aramaic…”
“Funny…they say that it is like riding a bike. I hear the words, and I know right away who speaks them as they call to me…”
“Anka!! Come to me Anka…come…hurry back to us!!”
“It is the voice of my mother calling. I know her voice…I remember it so clearly, but it’s her face I can no longer recall. It’s been stolen from me by time. I see figures moving all around me…familiar…but shrouded in a veil. It’s my family…my friends…they reach out to me…they try to sooth me. Telling me to go into the light…to run there…to hurry…and so I do just that…”
“I run as fast as I can…but the light doesn’t get closer…it gets further away. So do the voices. They fade and I try desperately to hold on…but there is no use. I am barred from Heaven…kept from grace…a curse placed upon me by The Almighty…a sort of Hex one might say…”
“As I stand watching the light fade…feeling the cold creep back all around me…I feel his hand on my shoulder. My guide has come to send me back. He does not take pleasure in his task, all the same as I turn and gaze upon his most exquisite appearance…I cannot hide the malice which dwells within me. It’s like venom on the tip of my tongue, and even as I speak his most holy and beautiful name…it sounds like a curse…”
“RAPHAEL…”
EPISODE CREDITS
CAST (In order of appearance)
Daria Knight … Missy
Hooded Stranger (voice) … Pat Jendurfree
Detective Stacey Jordan … Nina Stokes
Reaver … Melissa Reeves
Vixxxen … Katie Anderson
Anka … Kenzi Grey
Raphael … Phoenix Chambers
Directed by … DubbleFC
Screenplay by … Ron B.
Produced by … CTN Television Studios
Casting by … Maleek Raheem
Music by … Pedos Candy
Trinity Hills, Empire City
Chapter IX: The Place We All Must Go…
Daria Knight had become a prominent figure in Empire City once she had inherited the family business from her father. The Knight family fortune had been based on travel and industry, but Daria had grander schemes in mind. As Empire City evolved, so too did her own empire. As more and more Supers appeared, a whole new market began to open up. They became the new age celebrities as many people flocked to them. They needed representation…they needed endorsements…they needed the means to make a living and support themselves like anyone else, and Knight Enterprises supplied a means to an end, and a very profitable end at that.
In just a few short years her company was raking in money on multiple fronts. On one hand she provided attorneys for Supers in need of legal defense, on the other she provided the expert consultation that put many a Super behind bars…at least those that didn’t play by the rules or go along with the program. Knight Enterprises was on the cutting edge of technology. Much of their research breakthroughs had been developed into weapons that were used against the Supers. Of course, on the other end…they produced the countermeasures for those very same weapons, for the right price. Supers had their place in Empire City, and Daria Knight was going to make a profit off of it. Of course some elements complicated matters…like her brother…a man who had worked tirelessly to promote his ‘One God’ theory. It was a nice concept, but it didn’t do anything for the Knight name financially speaking. As a matter of a fact, it had been a source of irritation. Knight Enterprises had done all that it could to promote a great many Supers as sudo-Gods…for lack of a better term. All the same, that job was made that much more difficult when you had a man screaming to the masses that there was only one God.
Brandon Knight…the idealist…the man who turned his back on the family business so that he could waste his life as a police officer. When that didn’t work out, he became a puppet of the ‘One God’ churches, spreading their rhetoric to whomever would listen. It was all a waste in Daria’s eyes…foolishly flushing his life down the toilet. She couldn’t count the number of times that she had wished that her brother would come around and take his rightful place by her side, yet it never came to be.
Her brother’s convictions strengthened and soon he had become a sort of spiritual leader, and he opposed nearly everything that Daria stood for. He had gone from being an embarrassment to being a nuisance. Brandon’s soap box preaching centered on the fact that there was but one God…faceless and nameless…for all intents and purposes. The more his teachings caught on, the more of a problem he became for his sister…and others. There had been talk of assassination, but in the end it was Brandon himself who paved the way for his own decline in the eyes of the public when he committed an unpardonable sin of sorts, by denouncing Superius, the most revered Demi-God of them all.
People were ready for a man who talked about brotherhood…talked about love…and talked about protecting our eternal soul, but that all ended when he dared to denounce Superius and label him as a false God. Before…when he had followers, killing him would have made him a martyr…and in the end, that is what had kept him alive. Once the public at large turned on him, he became a laughing stock and worse…fair game. ‘One God’ churches were burned down all over Empire City, until six months ago. Daria had bartered an under the table agreement that stopped the burnings, contingent upon Brandon, as the most recognizable face of the sect, walking away…forever. Daria had done all that she could to persuade her brother to give up the church, but she had failed to break Brandon’s conviction. Now…not only were the last few ‘One God’ churches in danger…but so was he.
As a sister, Daria believed that she had done all she could to save Brandon. His false beliefs would now be his undoing…a sort of suicide. Daria wasn’t participating in her brother’s death, she was simply allowing nature to take its course…or so she had told herself before tonight…
Brandon had come to her, looking worn and haggard, seeking refuge. Daria could have no more turned her brother away as she could have gouged out her own eye. Blood was thicker than water. She wanted her brother out of the way…but dead? After the close call in the ruins of the church a few nights ago, she could TRULY never want something to happen to him…could she?
Daria Knight stood by the huge bay window in her study overlooking the whole of Empire City…a city that was in a panic as everything teetered on the brink of destruction. The breakout at the jail would have far reaching consequences. If life as she had known it didn’t end, it would certainly change…quite possibly forever. The dilemma she faced with what to do with her brother seemed insignificant now, at least at the moment.
She glanced over at her desk as the teleprompter flashed. She ignored it for a moment, already knowing who it was. She clenched her fist as she continued surveying the cityscape for a bit longer. Empire City was the last great refuge in a world gone mad and even now she could see something dark beginning to fester and grow here. Long before tonight’s villainous prison escapees were set loose Empire City was on the brink of chaos and only a few knew it…and fewer still would survive it.
Daria walked over to her desk and sat down as she activated the video teleconference. The hooded figure on the monitor regarded her coolly. “Ms. Knight…I sincerely hope that you aren’t playing games with me. I only contact you when it is of the utmost importance…and so I expect you to be there to answer…promptly! Do I make myself clear?”
Daria nodded. “Of course…”
“Your brother has proven to be difficult quarry. One of my agents informed me that he was assisted by…” The figure paused as they searched for a suitable explanation. “…a guardian angel.” Daria arched her eyebrow, but remained silent. “Do you know anything about this? Who and where this person comes from?”
Daria smiled arrogantly as she gestured above. “Have you considered…The One Almighty God?”
The hooded figure was not amused. “You’d be wise to stay your tongue when you have nothing useful to add!” Daria bowed her head and gestured for the hooded caller to continue. “Angel or no…your brother WILL be eliminated. The only thing I want to know is once that’s accomplished, will you be ready to move forward with the next phase of our plan?”
Daria was silent as she wrestled within herself. She could turn her back on her brother now…give him up and then be done with it, or she could keep her silence a bit longer…and as a consequence, her brother. When she spoke up, her words didn’t surprise her… “Yes…I’ll be ready.” …but her lack of conviction did. All the same, at least it was only her that seemed to notice it.
“Good…very good.” There was a slight pause. “Do not let the events of tonight trouble you…all works to our mutual advantage. Of that…have no doubt.”
Daria nodded. “When do you think your agent will find my wayward brother?”
A slight laugh escaped through the figure’s darkened veil. “She was given forty-eight hours…and that time draws to an end soon. I expect to hear from her any moment…and once the deed is done, you and I can move forward.”
The screen went black and Daria laced her fingers. Her mysterious benefactor did not know that Brandon was under her roof…under her protection, at least for the moment. To be certain, Daria did not relish the idea of killing her own brother, but if it came right down to it…she would do what needed to be done.
First, she wanted to know more about this…guardian angel, after that she would make up her own mind about how to proceed. Be it doing the deed herself…or delivering him to this…agent, whomever she was…”
The Bowels
The Underneath, Empire City
Stacey’s eyes slowly opened to unfamiliar surroundings…dark…dank…unfamiliar surroundings. Her cheek ached…certainly bruised…maybe even fractured. Everything was a blur, she remembered the prison…the fire wielding Meepus…and…and…there was more, but her head sang with a song that drowned everything else out.
Well…almost everything…
“’Ellow Luv… did you get your rest?”
Stacey’s eyes widened as she remembered the clawed woman…the one that had nearly knocked her head off after…after she had killed Pearson. Stacey struggled to move, but she was tied down and not going anywhere.
Reaver walked into the light and she smiled. “You and I ‘ave a mutual friend…a friend that I need to find…a priest.”
Stacey screamed at her. “FUCK YOU!! I’M NOT TELLING YOU A DAMN THING!!”
Stacey’s head snapped to the side as Reaver punched her in the jaw. Her head rang and her entire jaw went numb. “That’s a nasty mouth that you’ve got on you Luv! I can’t believe that you kiss your Mum wit’ that thing!” Reaver laughed. “Maybe you ‘ave th’ father bless it wit’ a bit of his…” Reaver made a stroking motion with her hand, “…holy water, eh?”
Stacey’s chest heaved and her entire body ached, but she refused to give this woman the satisfaction. “I’m not helping you to do a damn thing…and if you let me out of this chair…I swear to Superius that I’ll…”
“YOU’LL DO NOTHING!!!” Reaver roared as her claws elongated and she jammed the one from her index finger right into her upper shoulder. Stacey screamed in pain…as tears streamed down her face. Pussy Galore smiled as she leaned in close. “Evoking Superius won’t do you a damn bit of good deary…you’ll take me to th’ priest or else I’ll…”
“FUCK YOU!!” Stacey spat in her face, causing Reaver to fall back…her claw tearing out of her shoulder. Stacey gritted her teeth to stifle another scream. She shook in a rage as she strained against the ropes. “BITCH!! I WON’T TELL YOU SHIT!! I don’t care what you do to me!”
Reaver angrily drew back her claws as she prepared to finish off the uncooperative police detective, but her hand was stayed by the familiar voice of her partner Vixxxen. “Ree! Don’t kill her…” Reaver turned and watched as Vixxxen limped into the room. She was obviously no longer bedridden, but her movements were still severely pained.
Reaver rushed to her side. “You shouldn’t be out of bed yet…you’ve not fully recovered.”
Vixxxen snapped her fingers and a tiny ball of flame appeared there. “I’m well enough to finish the job that we started…”
Stacey stared at the flame and then at the women who made it. “It was you…you’re the one who burned down Madison Chapel…not Meepus…”
Vixxxen made a fist and the flame disappeared. “Meepus? What in the hell is a Meepus?!”
Reaver ignored her question. “Bugger that! Look…I can take care of th’ priest on my own… ‘is little birdie ‘as flown to th’ big-arse bird cage in th’ sky…courtesy of yours truly!” She glared over at Stacey. “Apparently she was looking after this randy lil’ trollop…no doubt sent by our favorite Sunday School Padre.”
Birdy? Stacey’s mind raced to follow what she was talking about. Birdy? Finally it came to her…the woman…the one with the wings that had saved her from Meepus. She hadn’t seen her face…but apparently these two had seen her before…and from the sound of it, so had Brandon. It was quickly becoming apparent that he knew a lot more than he was telling her. She’d corner him and make him tell everything that he knew…assuming she lived that long.
Vixxxen walked over and grabbed Stacey by her face. The woman’s hand was hot…oven mitt hot, but Stacey bared down and refused to scream out. Vixxxen shook her head. “She’s not going to help us, but she will be of some use. We might not be able to find the priest…but once he knows that we have her, he’ll come out of hiding and then…”
Reaver grinned as she came over and stuck one of her claws under Stacey’s chin. “Then we’ll gut th’ both of them…just like I did to ‘is poor lil’ birdie.” Stacey pulled her head away, but Reaver continued to grin. “Don’t worry your pretty lil’ ‘ead about it Luv…it won’t ‘urt long. Before you know it…it will all be over and your firm lil’ arse will be roastin’ in th’ bleedin’ fires of ‘ell…right beside your winged savior!!”
Penitentiary for the Criminally Super Powered
Centerville, Empire City
The entire prison yard was like something out of a horror movie. Bodies lay everywhere…and the buildings were in flames. The true heroes of Empire City…the firemen and law enforcement did what they could to contain the scene, all without the aid of superpowers. These brave men and women had been one of the few thin threads holding Empire City together, but the strain was telling. The fires were raging out of control and the stench from the bodies was almost unbearable…yet they soldiered on, hoping to make a difference.
Among the dead, lay the winged ruin of one who had tried to make a difference…at least in a small and selfish way. Anka’s slight form was left a gory mess. The animalistic attack had torn open her ribcage…and true to her word, Reaver had indeed ripped out her heart…
No life dwelled within the empty husk of her remains…
Anka was no more…
She had moved on…gone from this earth…her mortal coil severed…
Yet…in the here-after, where we all must one day go… she makes an all too familiar journey…
“I look down and I see myself…laying there…my chest laid open, and all inside torn asunder. It is obvious that I’m dead…and I’m perfectly okay with that. Such an incredible sense of peace…I’d breathe a sigh of relief if I could…but I know how this will end. The same way it always ends for me…”
“I look up into the Heavens…and I feel myself rise up. An incredible feeling of freedom…the joy is indescribable. Ahead of me…nothing but a warm and inviting light…below me? The life I now leave behind. Every moment there was a kind of Hell, I realize that now that I can experience true joy…true love…everlasting peace…”
“As I look forward…I see it…the tunnel…and beyond it…the light…the source. It’s Him…it has to be Him! Nothing else could shine so brightly and not burn. Nothing else could beam so brightly and not blind. It is perfection…it is beauty…it is love…the prize that awaits us all…or so we are led to believe…”
“This time will be different for me…this time I’ll walk into the light. God will not deny me this…not this time…”
“As I get closer…walking deeper into the tunnel…drawing nearer to the light, I hear voices…voices I have not heard in ages. They speak in a tongue hardly recognizable now…an old language…my native language…the language of Jesus Christ, over 3,000 years old…it is Aramaic…”
“Funny…they say that it is like riding a bike. I hear the words, and I know right away who speaks them as they call to me…”
“Anka!! Come to me Anka…come…hurry back to us!!”
“It is the voice of my mother calling. I know her voice…I remember it so clearly, but it’s her face I can no longer recall. It’s been stolen from me by time. I see figures moving all around me…familiar…but shrouded in a veil. It’s my family…my friends…they reach out to me…they try to sooth me. Telling me to go into the light…to run there…to hurry…and so I do just that…”
“I run as fast as I can…but the light doesn’t get closer…it gets further away. So do the voices. They fade and I try desperately to hold on…but there is no use. I am barred from Heaven…kept from grace…a curse placed upon me by The Almighty…a sort of Hex one might say…”
“As I stand watching the light fade…feeling the cold creep back all around me…I feel his hand on my shoulder. My guide has come to send me back. He does not take pleasure in his task, all the same as I turn and gaze upon his most exquisite appearance…I cannot hide the malice which dwells within me. It’s like venom on the tip of my tongue, and even as I speak his most holy and beautiful name…it sounds like a curse…”
“RAPHAEL…”
EPISODE CREDITS
CAST (In order of appearance)
Daria Knight … Missy
Hooded Stranger (voice) … Pat Jendurfree
Detective Stacey Jordan … Nina Stokes
Reaver … Melissa Reeves
Vixxxen … Katie Anderson
Anka … Kenzi Grey
Raphael … Phoenix Chambers
Directed by … DubbleFC
Screenplay by … Ron B.
Produced by … CTN Television Studios
Casting by … Maleek Raheem
Music by … Pedos Candy