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Re: Divine Deception -- S204: Name Game
« Reply #100 on: April 24, 2016, 12:48:30 AM »
Nice plot. Good for Dellilah, Vita doesn't torture her blaming for all her mother did to her. Can't wait to see Sadie's next step towards her daughter and how Dellilah will believe her mother. Looking forward for next update.
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Re: Divine Deception -- S204: Name Game
« Reply #101 on: April 24, 2016, 04:13:52 PM »
Thanks! It's very strange to be writing as somebody other than Sadie, especially a teenager who is rather snotty. Marina and the Diamonds' album Electra Heart really helped me get into character, though. I am excited for Delilah's character arc this season and what she will turn into at the end, all the while Sadie fights for her.

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Re: Divine Deception -- S204: Name Game
« Reply #102 on: April 24, 2016, 04:57:29 PM »
OMG Alicia makes a return!  How is it that Delilah can't see that she is Nick and Vita's daughter?  I'm on the edge of my seat.  Does Delilah know that Sadie had her taken from Vita and was it Alicia's adopted parents that made Alicia more level headed and nice?  Is Holly somehow responsible?  So many loose ends.  OMG I can't wait!
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Re: Divine Deception -- S204: Name Game
« Reply #103 on: April 24, 2016, 07:48:43 PM »
Ha! The great thing about writing as Deli as well (and fifteen years later) is that we get to see familiar faces in a different light. How have they changed? What's going on with them now! Mags, questions will be answered! ;)

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Re: Divine Deception -- S204: Name Game
« Reply #104 on: April 27, 2016, 01:05:28 AM »
Alecia!! Where have you been all these years?

Poor Sadie, I wonder who bailed her out... hmmm....

I finally caught back up again (yay) I've been so busy lately that I forgot to check for season 2 updates. (Thanks for the reminder)
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Re: Divine Deception -- S204: Name Game
« Reply #105 on: April 27, 2016, 10:34:47 AM »
So happy that you made it back, Katala! Thanks for all of the support.

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Re: Divine Deception -- S205: Estrange
« Reply #106 on: May 01, 2016, 07:01:17 PM »
Divine Deception
"Estrange"


"Okay, open your eyes, honey," my mother tells me before adding, "Happy birthday, I hope you enjoy it!"

Once my eyes adjust to the morning sun, I can see what she's referring to. A black car, that's the best way that I can describe it. The paint is the shiniest of them all. The exterior glistens in the light as if it's always wet and the vibrant blue streak seems to have a way to illuminate all on its own. I can't see an emblem and when I squint at the top of the hood, I can see a small block that I assume the statuette-like emblem descends into in case somebody decides to try and steal it.

"My own car?" I ask, turning to my mother. She nods and I do nothing other than fling my arms around her and squeeze her tight. "Thank you!"

"You're welcome, now hurry up. You don't want to be late for school." She pauses. "It's up to you now."

"Yeah, yeah." I've already gotten myself into the car and pulled on my seat belt. I won't be late for school. Not now. Besides, I am way too excited to even eat anything so I am saving time by not having breakfast. I turn the ignition and the car purrs to life around me. The GPS asks me where I want to go. When I put the car into reverse, the screen changes to the rear camera so that I can see where I am going and the music booms around me as if I have a Magico loudspeaker in every corner. I almost don't hear my mother when she knocks on my window. I turn down the music and put the window down. "Yes?"

"And don't even think about skipping. Just because you have a set of wheels does not mean to take advantage of them. Don't make me regret buying you this."

Skip school? I wouldn't even think about it. At least not today. Today we have a field trip and I'll be able to drive myself there and not have to take the loser bus. Also what that chick Alicia said last night still has my blood pulsing on a burning level. The lies she made up about the Alto name and how worthless we are. If there's any day that I'm not going to skip school, it's this one. I'm going to show her, as well as everybody else at that school just what the Alto name has to offer.

But when I get to school, nobody's paying much attention to the sweet ride I just pulled up in. I get the occasional glance here and there, and Heather comes over to comment on how the blue is almost the same colour as her cousin Katy Perry's eyes, but other than that, everybody is up at the front of the school. From the outside, it looks like another fight has broken out. I won't be surprised if Tom has started teasing Jordon again about the way he dresses.

It's not Jordon, though. I mean, Jordon's there, sure, but there, in front of three other jocks, is Keith Sanderson, captain of the football team. He's also my date to the Fall Ball. We've been going steady for three months now. He's got the average boy next door look. Brown hair, blue eyes. A jaw that goes for miles. His tee-shirts always look a little too tight, pinching into the lines of his muscles, and from getting to know him I've learned he likes it that way. Yet, today he looks almost unrecognizable. His hair has been split down the middle and is tied into pigtails just like Jordon's hair. The three jocks behind him look normal, but an argument has broken out and the three of them are defending Keith. People see me and then roll their eyes. Some shove me back while others defend me. I can't make out for a second what is going on. Voices hiss.

"Great, she's here."

"Go home!"

"Typical Alto, treat people like dirt."

"She thinks she's better than everybody else."

My heart is racing and beating so hard that I can barely hear them. I squeeze between the countless bodies and make it to Keith's side. "Keith, what's going on?" I can't help but eye his choice of hairstyle. I think it's a joke, that he's teamed up with the rest of the school in mocking Jordon. Although there's something in his eyes that tells me differently.

"So, you thought it was funny yesterday?" he asks me. He's not quiet. He's loud, like he wants to make a scene. Wants everybody to hear.

"What are you talking about?"

"You know," he urges me. "You got everybody revved up."

I lean back and cross my arms. "That was Tom--"

"Liar!" somebody yells from behind me. I turn to see who it is and all I can see is a group of angry students. They aren't students of any worth. They're the nerds, the goths, the nobodies.

When I look back I see Keith pulling something from his knapsack. He quickly tosses it at me. I catch it and unfold the pink dress. It's not mine, but it's still ugly. "What is this?"

"Isn't this what you suggested for Jordon yesterday?" He rips it back from my grasp and pulls it over his own clothes. "What happens when I wear it? Are you embarrassed of me?"

I snort. "Okay, you've made your point, Keith."

"No, I haven't... We're done."

I am taken back and I have to clear my throat to speak again. "W-What?"

"I'm breaking up with you. I thought you were different, but what you say... what you do..." He's shaking his head from side to side and I can't find any will to defend myself. I am speechless. "Yesterday was proof enough that you're just another rich girl who cares only about money and what people think about her, and will go as far as hurting somebody else to make sure that she's okay. I don't like girls who spit venom. I'm leaving you to swallow it." And he turns and makes his way inside. Before he's completely out of sight, he turns back to me and says, "Oh, by the way, nice car."

Students shuffle past me, pushing me like I'm not even visible anymore. When the bell rings to notify us that class starts in five minutes, only those who support me stand outside with me. "Oops!" I say to them, trying to hide my embarrassment. I laugh like nothing is wrong and pretend to laugh so hard that the tears in my eyes look like they're from that and not from the fact that I am fifteen seconds from bursting into tears. Nothing can hide my humiliation and shame, so I casually make my way to the girls washroom and clean myself up. When I am done, I get back to my car and follow the bus to the theatre.

I meet up with the rest of the class who waits for me at the bus. Miss Wanabango hates when we are off schedule and today is no exception. It's the same lecture every time. She always tells us how in the working world being late means less money. While it makes sense, I've always believed there to be more to what she's saying. Now, I can see irritation in her caramel eyes, but to my surprise she doesn't open her mouth to give me a good verbal lashing. Instead she tells me that I am the final student and we step inside.

As we are led to our seats, I can see classes from other schools. Boys from Dribbleline Sports Academy are ahead of our line while Smuggsworth bring up the rear. I notice what I assume is a class from Riverview just arriving. They are all decked out in long sleeve sweaters, track pants and toques. It has to be Riverview. While I've never travelled there, from what my mother has told me, their cold weather starts a lot earlier than ours here in Sunset Valley.

We take our seats and the play begins. It's a long, boring piece that I could have done without. Half the time I pull out my phone and text Heather when Miss Wanabango isn't looking. Heather tells me that Keith has started a new trend and both boys and girls have started the pink dress and pigtails look as if just to spite me. When the play is over, Miss Wanabango leads us back to the bus. I am about to cut away and head back to my car when she calls me back for a quick announcement.

"Before everybody heads home, you have homework."

"Homework?" somebody in the back whines.

"You will be paired up and by the end of class tomorrow I want a two thousand word essay on what you believe the true meaning behind Estrange was." She pauses and starts to name off the pairs. "And finally, Delilah and Alicia."

Disbelief. It's the first and only thing I feel, which is preposterous. After the day that I've been having, it seems only fitting that I get paired up with the girl who had a good laugh screwing around with my vision of my family. If anything I should have expected it. But still, the girl who said my family was trash, that suckered me into going to dinner with her, pointed her finger at me for siding with Tom yesterday... Why shouldn't I have thought being paired with her to do an essay wasn't coming down the tubes? Today seems to be about as ludicrous as it gets. Why stop at my boyfrined dumping me, humiliating me in front of the whole school, on my birthday of all days?

"Here we are again," Alicia says as she makes it to my side. She looks as happy as I feel about this little arrangement. When she motions for me to head to the bus, I shake my head and tell her, "Get in the car." When I had said I wanted to show my car to her this morning, this wasn't what I had in mind.

"How does that sound to you?"

Alicia has just read our final statement out loud and all I can do is nod. "It sounds fine," I tell her. I told her the same thing the time before she rewrote it. And the time before that. And the time before that. And so on. Before yesterday I didn't know much about this girl and at this point in time I still don't, but there are two things I do know. Alicia is a perfectionist, and never be paired with a perfectionist if you want to finish an assignment.

The door opens and my mother walks around the corner. "Delilah, you can't park your car on the lawn. There's a specific spot for it for a reason--Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know we had a guest."

"Miss Wanabango gave us an assignment that we need to finish tonight," I explain as I make the final corrections to my draft. "My car is just there until I drive Alicia home."

"Alicia?"

"Sorry, Alicia, this is my mother, Vita and mother this is Alicia."

The two of them lock eyes and stay there for a moment. "Uh, hi," they both say right at the same time as if cued to do so. They don't say anything else, but they still look at each other as if speaking in a language that doesn't involve using ones own vocal cords or opening their mouth. I glare at both of them with a hint of hysteria growing inside of me. What was going on? Before I can say anything, my mother speaks up again.

"Deli, dear, you're almost done I take it?" she says to me. "It's still your birthday and I was hoping we could go dress shopping for the Fall Ball. It's only a few days away."

I shake my head. "I'm not going. It's been one mess of a day." I can see something in my mother's face I can't quite put my finger on. Impatience? Affliction? "Keith broke up with me," I explain to her to try and smooth out whatever she's feeling. It doesn't work. She's as agitated as ever.

"Well, maybe he just needs some time. Maybe he's dealing with something personal. He'll probably ask you again, apologize for whatever he's done. Let's just make sure that you're ready for it." She places a hand on my shoulder and another one of Alicia's. "When the two of you have finished, we'll drive Alicia here home and then I'll take you out for something to eat. We'll talk. We've got a lot to talk about."

I squint at my mother, though she's unable to hold my gaze. Her face has gone pale and the whole time that she was trying to convince me to take her suggestions, I could hear the anxiety rising in her voice, her inability to hide it. I sigh and shrug my shoulders. "Fine, I guess you're right. Keith has done this before." And he has. He likes to make a big deal of things and then comes crawling back. Still, as I finish up with Alicia, I can see my mother in the back, watching us with eyes of a hawk.

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Re: Divine Deception -- S205: Estrange
« Reply #107 on: May 01, 2016, 11:08:59 PM »
Nice update. Poor Deli, too much bad for her after that humiliation and breakup. Curious to see what's gonna happen in the talk. Looking forward for next update.

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Re: Divine Deception -- S205: Estrange
« Reply #108 on: May 02, 2016, 01:04:59 AM »
Is Vita going to come clean with Delilah?

Hmmmm...... Another great update, I can't wait for the next one and "the talk"
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Re: Divine Deception -- S205: Estrange
« Reply #109 on: May 02, 2016, 02:03:01 AM »
So I'm just now reading this story, I've been watching it for a while now but I haven't had much time to check it out and I LOVE it.
You have such a unique writing style, I'm absolutely hooked.

Granted, I'm still on season one currently, at the Sunset Hotel to be exact, so I'll be commenting again as soon as I catch up. I just wanted to say that I absolutely love your story and that I'm sorry it's taken me this long to read it! =)

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Re: Divine Deception -- S205: Estrange
« Reply #110 on: May 02, 2016, 12:37:16 PM »
Nice update. Poor Deli, too much bad for her after that humiliation and breakup. Curious to see what's gonna happen in the talk. Looking forward for next update.

Is Vita going to come clean with Delilah?

Hmmmm...... Another great update, I can't wait for the next one and "the talk"

Thanks guys! I just finished resizing all my photos of the rest of the season and organizing them, and I am so excited for what's to come. I hope everybody is as well. :D

So I'm just now reading this story, I've been watching it for a while now but I haven't had much time to check it out and I LOVE it.
You have such a unique writing style, I'm absolutely hooked.

Granted, I'm still on season one currently, at the Sunset Hotel to be exact, so I'll be commenting again as soon as I catch up. I just wanted to say that I absolutely love your story and that I'm sorry it's taken me this long to read it! =)

Welcome LivvieLove! Thank you so much for your kind words. I am so happy that you are enjoying the story. I've said it before, but I know how different Divine Deception is to other sims stories, it isn't typical and I am grateful that it is still enjoyed. Thank you for your support! I look forward to hearing what you think.

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Re: Divine Deception -- S206: Speck in Purity: Part 1
« Reply #111 on: May 08, 2016, 09:28:26 AM »
Divine Deception
"Speck in Purity: Part 1"


Hatred is a starving monster. A monster that once fed, yearns for a fuller belly that can never really be met. The longer it stays with you, the more it breeds and when you have nothing left to feed it, the demon swallows you whole. When I first began my life as a Destroyer, I fell victim to taunting its hunger. That was my job. To hate the people around me and hurt those who can't help themselves. Since then I've been teetering on hatred's stiff jaws and it wasn't until I saw Vita Alto again for the first time that I dropped down the beast's throat.

I watch from the park across from the school. I've been here for hours. In the same place, the same hour like I have been for the last two weeks. I listen to the birds sing their morning tune. I smell the exhaust from the passing school buses. And I catch a glimpse of the redhead I now know as my daughter as she climbs the stairs to the school and enters through the front doors. It took some rummaging through social media to find out what she looks like and where she goes to school. I wasn't wrong when I assumed she was living with Vita. One of the pictures on her Facebook page was with Vita in the background. Even if Vita hadn't been in the photo, I would have known that she was my daughter. I know those eyes from anywhere. They're exact replicas of the ones that I look into every morning when I brush my teeth.

I haven't spoken a word to her. Delilah won't believe some stranger is her mother, no matter how many facts I use to back me up. Instead I sit here. I watch her. I love her from a distance. It's the best I can ask for right now. I'm not a stable woman and to be seen as a stable mother is even further down my path. Since my confrontation with Vita, I've learned that I have lost all my control on my emotions. I used to be so good at keeping them intact behind the mask I hid behind for so long. But ever since I took it off to reveal to Nick the monster I really am, I lost it and I can't seem to figure out where exactly the mask is. I think I am getting better, though. I've started meditating again. I don't go as far as being able to conjure memories like I did two weeks ago, yet I do return to my place of tranquility so that I can reform some of the little control I've lost.

I now have a house on the other side of town. It's a little bungalow. Nothing big and impressive like Alto Manor, but it does its job. I've always had money way before I married into the Alto family, my job pays well, but I didn't use any of it. I used up everything I could that was left of Nick and me to pay for it. I also bought new clothes, a new car, invested in some local shops and gave the rest to charity. I don't want to be linked to the Alto name anymore and by ridding myself of its funds, I can do just that. Now all that's left is figuring out what to do about Delilah seeing as she's the last piece of the puzzle.

My heart skips a beat and a smile tickles the corners of my lips. "Delilah's the last piece," I repeat to myself, knowing that if I can cleanse my soul of my evil doings that I can be with her. And I have all this time to do just that. I know if I continue on this path of purity, I will be able to touch the edge of greatness and be with the one person who makes me happy. While I was frustrated with Vita two weeks ago, I can't honestly say that I wanted to destroy her anymore than I already have. I know I need to move on and to do that I need to step away from her and forgive her for what she and Nick had done to my family. She was a part of the destruction of my previous family, my mother and father. I'm not going to allow her to ruin what I have left.

Everything I hope for caves in when my eyes connect with his. I don't have the words to describe what I am feeling. My eyes water. My hands sweat. My gut feels like somebody is churning it while heating up the blood that courses through my body. My eyes trace him from head to toe. His once black hair has started to be overgrown with grey strands. His pale skin looks almost white in the early morning sun. His beetle-like eyes take my breath away. My limbs go limp as if I'm a marionette whose strings have been cut. Reginald Peters. I'm about to shout for help when I spot the outline of a gun in his jacket pocket.

Reginald doesn't say anything. He just takes a seat next to me, looking around to make sure nobody is watching. Everybody is took focused on their own schedule, being late or getting their first cup of coffee to see that something is amiss. For some reason, now of all times I am able keep my emotions in check. Maybe it is because my life is on the line.

Reginald Peters is the man who hired me to destroy the Altos. He's the person who ordered me to ruin Vita until she had nothing left to live for, and to kill Nick. When he first asked me to do such a thing, he said that it was an opportunity to avenge my parents. I had taken it once I found a file in one of Nick's trash bins outside his work. A file that contained my mother's assassination outcome. I didn't think of it much back then. I was young. I was young, naive and angry and to hurt those who hurt me was a way of getting even in my eyes. I've had many years to think about it and with clearer eyes, I think he set the whole thing up. Seeing him now, I can only wonder what he wants.

"You," I gasp when my jaw finally unlocks. My voice is hoarse with fear and a tinge of regret, but I ignore it. Reginald smiles at me. It had once been a gesture that calmed me, yet ever since the day he asked me to kill, his lips have turned into a cold a sharp grin that I will never be able to forget.

"Sadie, you're looking well," he says casually, as if he's not holding an armed weapon in his pocket. "Beautiful day, wouldn't you say?"

I swallow hard. "What do you want?"

He makes a disapproving noise and his eyebrows knit together. "That's no way to speak to somebody that just bailed you out. I would have expected some thanks."

"You bailed me out?" I ask. I don't know whether I should be grateful or churlish. It was, however, his fault that I ended up in that prison to begin with. Before Nick and I had travelled to the cemetery, Reginald had told me to call a number and that he would use his power to free me. When I called I was linked to a message stating that the phone number was no longer in service. "Why? Why bother after so many years?"

"The higher-ups asked for it." His lips part, revealing his brilliantly white teeth. "They have a task they need your help with."

I stare at him with wide eyes before I snicker. I'm not happy, but I can't do anything else. What he's asked is completely ludicrous. After the shock wears off, my smirk drops and I look away. "No way in he--"

"Before you refuse the offer, I should warn you that your choice may have consequences," Reginald interjects.

"You have taken everything from me, Reginald," I tell him. I used to be respectful when he hired me so many years ago. I'd always called him Mr. Peters. But now, there isn't one piece of respect for this man I haven't already spit on. If he didn't have a gun pointed at me, I'd show him how much a Destroyer can do. "I trusted you to get me out of that hole of a prison. I expected not to have been put in there to begin with. And now, after fifteen years, you come waltzing along, asking me to complete a task for you?"

"The higher-ups, actually," he corrects me.

"Well, you can tell the higher-ups where they can shove it then," I snap. "I won't be bit again."

Reginald sighs heavily as he leans back against the bench. He's not looking at me. He's rolled his head back and is gazing up to the sky. If anybody is to walk by and see us, Reginald has done a very good job at looking like we are two friends enjoying the morning air. "I won't force you," he says calmly. "We both know how rough things get for both sides when one feels forced."

"Good, then we're done here."

"Not exactly. I told you that your choice may have consequences, did I not?" He doesn't wait for my reply before continuing. "Do you remember your high school years?"

I follow his line of vision to Delilah's school across the street. "I'm not particularly fond of them," I comment.

"What were you exactly? Popular? Rebel? Nerd?"

I glare at him, unable to comprehend where he's going with this conversation. "I was a nobody and grateful for it."

"And why is that?"

"Because I was hidden. Nobody ever knew what I was up to or what I was dealing with. There wasn't one person in that school who knew I was alive, which let me get away with anything. But your point, please."

"Unfortunately, the popular students struggle at keeping their personal information to themselves. And with social media it has given us the help needed to find who we are looking for. Just like you, I presume." He pauses just long enough for my hand to spasm. "Your daughter is head cheerleader, Sadie. A teenager who flaunts her name and wealth. I'd say she makes a great Alto. Wouldn't you agree?"

"I swear, if you touch her--"

"Uh-uh-uh," he stops me with a wag of his finger. "Here's the deal: You agree to take part in our assignment and your daughter won't be hurt. If you fail to agree to our terms, I can't guarantee Delilah's safety."

As I watch Reginald get to his feet, I can't help but feel that my climb to purity has started to become slippery. The stones I use for stability, the gear I need to continue upward have been stripped from me and I am now tumbling down the hole that has swallowed me before. As much as I want out, Reginald is pushing me back in. The man who forced me before is forcing me again and this time he isn't asking.

"I'll meet you back at your place," he says. "It's such a lovely new house. I can't wait to see the inside." And then he's walking out of sight. Out of my grasp. I no longer have any hold on anything. Reginald is gone when I look over my shoulder. The same man who has thrown a wrench into any plans for the future. And I just sit there. My body is shaking. Sweat has broken out along my forehead and under my arms. I have to concentrate hard to keep my breathing under control for fear that I may hyperventilate. I stare at the school that holds my daughter. I need to do anything to keep her safe.

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Re: Divine Deception -- S206: Speck in Purity
« Reply #112 on: May 08, 2016, 09:51:09 PM »
Great update. Good to see Sadie back. She must be very happy from seeing her daughter. And I wonder what will be her next assignment.
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Re: Divine Deception -- S206: Speck in Purity
« Reply #113 on: May 10, 2016, 03:54:24 AM »
OMG Poor Sadie - she may as well change her name to Sisyphus, because as long as Delilah lives, she's going to at the mercy of Peters and the "higher-ups" FOREVER!
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Re: Divine Deception -- S206: Speck in Purity
« Reply #114 on: May 10, 2016, 07:05:11 PM »
I'm caught up! Phew that was quite a ride!
I don't have much to say other than WOW! That's incredible! I love this story so much! I need to see Sadie succeed! She needs to get her happy ending! I want to see her with Vic, and I want them to have a happily ever after with Delilah!

I want a lot of things, but man this is excellent! You've outdone yourself experience! This is supremely well written and highly entertaining. I'm hooked and I can't wait to see how this one ends. 

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Re: Divine Deception -- S206: Speck in Purity
« Reply #115 on: May 14, 2016, 01:12:24 AM »
Mr. Peters, we meet at last!!

Poor Sadie, she was just getting better, and now he shows up and ruins it all :(
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Re: Divine Deception -- S206: Speck in Purity
« Reply #116 on: May 14, 2016, 10:48:10 AM »
Thanks guys! I am really happy that you are all enjoying it. Sadie is a strong woman with the physical power to destroy anything in her path. Unfortunately her own focus is holding her back.

It's great to see that you are all caught up, @LivvieLove and I hope to continue hearing your thoughts. They are always appreciated and welcomed. :D Stay tuned to see if your wants become Sadie's reality. LOL hahaha!

I should have the next episode up today or tomorrow.

 

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Re: Divine Deception -- S207: Speck in Purity: Part 2
« Reply #117 on: May 15, 2016, 10:15:49 PM »
Divine Deception
"Speck in Purity: Part 2"


I take my time going back home. Partly because I hope that if I take too long, Reginald will give up and leave. I don't want to see him at my doorstep, open the door and invite him inside, no matter how many times he rings the doorbell. Also I wanted to make sure Delilah was safe and sound. That she didn't have somebody following her on her way home. It was clear. After her field trip to the theatre, she went home with another girl who looked a lot like Vita's daughter. Nobody was on their tail.

By the time I get home, my driveway is empty, Reginald isn't at the base of my door and the lights are all off. I make my way inside. Maybe he got the message. He would probably go back to the agency and tell the higher-ups as he called them, that I wasn't happy about our previous arrangement and how it all fell out by the end of the mission. I can only hope that he explains that maybe it would be best if we just split ways. My heart wants to believe something involving the agency could be so simple, but my brain knows better.

And when I flick the switch for the lights in the living room, I know that my brain is right. Reginald sits casually in the middle of the sofa, leaning back as if he owns the joint. He doesn't look over to meet my gaze, but I know that he's aware of my presence. I stare at him. Maybe if I do so long enough I can bore a hole through the thin skin of his that encases his skeleton. That way I won't have any problem breaking his bony limbs one by one. My feet take flight before I can comprehend that they are moving. The living room blurs on the sides of me as my eyes train on the neck on Reginald Peters.

I toss my body into his and we trip over the coffee table, falling to the ground together. A vase of flowers tips off of the glass surface and shatters next to us into a hundred tiny pieces. Reginald has rolled me over the shards, a few cutting into my back and I can immediately feel the specks of blood dampening my shirt. I ignore it.

"You little bi--" Reginald gasps right before I can knee him in the gut and push kick him over my head. I don't let go of him. I don't dare let him escape my grasp. Instead I roll onto his stomach, grab the collar of his jacket and slam him into the floor with as much strength that I have. I go to punch him in the face when he jerks his head to the side. My fist connects with the hardwood floor and shoots a bolt of pain straight up my arm. I'm stunned. I'm open. Reginald doesn't hesitate. The base of his foot has made it to my chest and pushes me off of him, sending me backwards until my head hits the ground, spinning my whole world around like I'm on some merry-go-round. I hear Reginald get to his feet, gasping and I know that if I don't move, I'm as good as dead. I scurry behind the loveseat to gather my bearings and listen to his footfall. He's calm, like he always is, taking one step precisely after the other. There's no rush. There isn't even any tension. I don't wait for him to make his way to the other side of the loveseat when I push off the ground, propel myself over the back of the loveseat and shoot my leg out to hit him in the chest. It's as if Reginald sees it coming. He opens his arms and grabs my leg, capturing it inside his armpit and locking it in with both hands. I can go nowhere but fall into him, exactly where he wants me to be. He lets go of my leg just in time to grab my arm and flip me to the floor. A headache erupts at the side of my skull as the ground makes contact with it.

"You're emotionally involved," Reginald says as he catches his breath.

I turn onto my side and push myself to my knees slowly. Very slowly. I'm dizzy to the point where I can't find stability to get to my feet. I stare at the floor as I wait for Reginald to continue. He never does, though. He's just looking at me with that smug face of his. "You've seen nothing yet," I mumble.

"Oh, but I think I have. Motherhood has made you weak," he clarifies with a grin. "You never were this distracted when we first met..."


The day I was called by Reginald is projected against the back of my mind.

"You were focused and didn't let anything faze you. You kept your cards close and rarely let anybody know what was going on behind that poker face of yours." Reginald chuckles and motions for me to sit.

"You were a Destroyer that we believed in. Calm and calculated. It was why we chose you and not some other nobody." I take a seat on the sofa opposite him as he continues to prattle on. "Do you remember the first thing you said to me when I asked you if you could do my task?"

I squint at him. "The first time we spoke or after you forced me into a killing game?"

The corners of his lips curl. "You said that you could provide me with any service I needed. That you were the best Destroyer the world had to offer."

"I was young and arrogant."

"No, you were confident. You believed in yourself and that is precisely the reason why the agency has chosen to free you." Reginald pauses. "We need you, Sadie. There's nobody else out there that can do this."

"And now I can say that there is nobody out there period."

"You haven't let me explain what the mission consists of."

So I let him explain the mission and this is what he tells me.

There's a man outside of town who goes by the name Seth Sullivan. From the look on Reginald's face I get the feeling that it's an alias. Seth is a big earner, invests his money carefully but always in large amounts. He has no boundaries when it comes to good or bad as long as it gets him the money. He's started a charity for the needy. Gathers sponsors to build houses and schools all across the world. From the outside, Seth looks like another person who is trying to do good. It's not until Reginald tells me that Seth pockets the money and finds cheaper ways of bringing his promises into reality. One of the public pools he built was filled with water from a waste dump, shocked to death with chemicals and said that the water's fogginess was natural.

"He told his people that what the community didn't know wouldn't hurt them," Reginald explains to me. "He's a scummy business man who hurts thousands of people due to his immoral ways. That's why we need somebody like you to take him down at the knees and remind him that there are people out there that can catch up to him no matter what name he goes under."

I look down at my hands. "I..."

"Might I remind you that if you refuse the offer, Delilah is no longer safe. There are no limits to what we can and will do to her." He glares at me. Not to scold me, but to show me how blunt he is being. "You of all people know how much power the agency holds."

I do. It was the agency that broadcasted Vita's confession to the manservant all across town. When she told him that she wanted to take all of her sponsors' money and run off to a happily ever after. Reginald had helped to put that broadcast on air. He'd admitted to it too. And now, looking into his hazel eyes, I know he's not lying when he says he'll do whatever he can to get Delilah in his cross hairs.

I take a deep breath. "I'll do it." I finally say. "Just, please, don't do anything to Delilah."

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear. That's the Sadie I knew fifteen years ago." He straightens himself and gets to his feet. "I'll keep in touch with you. You know the drill. Don't leave the country and if you must leave town, please, let me know where exactly you are going and for how long. I'd hate to have to track you down."

"Understood."

"Good. The next time we speak I will have all the information on Seth Sullivan with me. What we are going to do with him will be decided in a week or two." He looks me up and down as if trying to get inside my head. "I know you hate me, Sadie. You've hated me for a very long time, but please understand that we are trying to rid ourselves of the evil doers for those who can't do it themselves. Isn't that exactly what a Destroyer was made to do?"

"And why do you do it?" I ask him.

Reginald shrugs his shoulders. "I do it because the higher-ups ask for it."

As he walks past me to the door, her pats me on the shoulder for a split second and in that little time I flinch. What I've just agreed to makes me sick. I thought the moment I killed Nick Alto that my life as a Destroyer was over. I was fine with that. As crazy as it may sound, I was happy. Even if I had to spend fifteen years in a cold cell, I knew my life hurting others was complete. I think back to that final morning with Delilah. The baby in my arms as I hugged her for the last time. Back then I had said that she was the reason why I wanted to stop. That she was that missing piece of my inner self that I never believed could be filled after my parents left me. And now, she is the reason why I continue.

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Re: Divine Deception -- S207: Speck in Purity: Part 2
« Reply #118 on: May 16, 2016, 01:53:38 AM »
Poor Sadie!
What an intense chapter. I really loved the raw emotion I felt from her. Her hands are tied. I get the feeling Reginald isn't as bad as he seems. I mean, he's pretty bad, but is he's really just the face we know. That whole corporation sounds rotten. Perhaps it's time for THEM to be destroyed, huh?

This was such a fantastic chapter experience! I'm still rooting for Sadie, as always. :) I really can't wait to see how she handles this job, and if she's ever able to be reconnected with her daughter in a meaningful way. I'm a sucker for happy endings, but I really feel like this story could take a turn in any direction at this point. I still will hope for the best for Sadie's sake though!

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Re: Divine Deception -- S207: Speck in Purity: Part 2
« Reply #119 on: May 16, 2016, 10:06:32 PM »
It was an awesome update. And what a great fight. I was really hoping for Sadie to win. But bad luck, Reginald had the upper hand. Looking forward for the next update.
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Re: Divine Deception -- S207: Speck in Purity: Part 2
« Reply #120 on: May 17, 2016, 11:41:48 AM »
Poor Sadie, as I said earlier, the was doing well, getting better, and now he shows up and ruins it all for her.

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Re: Divine Deception -- S207: Speck in Purity: Part 2
« Reply #121 on: May 21, 2016, 02:56:30 PM »
Hey thanks for the replies guys! I hope to have the next episode up tonight, although it may be tomorrow. It's a big chapter so I want to make sure everything is right.

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Re: Divine Deception -- S208: Swan Song
« Reply #122 on: May 21, 2016, 11:35:24 PM »
Divine Deception
"Swan Song"


Paper and plastic bags are stuffed in the corners. One of them holds a purple and white prom dress. Another a pair of matching heels with pointy toes. Cosmetics, hair extensions and a lot of hair spray. These are the things that fill my trunk along with the receipt of the hundreds of dollars that have left my bank account. I have just returned from the mall with my mother after she urged me so hard to forget about how Keith dumped my sorry butt and embarrassed me in front of the whole school, all the while being on the day I was brought into this world. And to make it even better, my mother told me that she wasn't buying me the dress. That I had more than enough in my bank account to pay it all off. This birthday keeps getting better. "I have something more important to give you for your birthday," she had said earlier. I can't say what it is. This morning she bought me my first car, a sweet ride. What else could she possibly give a seventeen-year-old girl?

She tells me to grab a parking space at the local Bistro. She knows how much I love eating here, though I am skeptical when she says that she'll be paying, her treat. I park anyway and follow her to a table on the patio. Usually we eat inside, but it's really warm tonight and, oh all right, we aren't allowed inside because we aren't dressed formally enough. When I want to argue with our server, my mother gives me a glare that stops me in my tracks. We place our orders.

It's a while before our meals arrive. We don't speak during that time other than small talk. While I can't say my conversational skills are put to good use, to say my mother is all there would be a complete lie. She's been absent since we left the house. I mean, she's here, but she's not all there if you get what I mean. Ever since she met Alicia there's something in her eyes I can't quite put my finger on.

We eat our meals in silence for a moment. Maybe "meals" is too much of a word for it. My mother has ordered a hamburger that, as she puts it, tastes like it just came out of the freezer. I want to suggest that she send the food back, yet I know she won't. She never does. She just gives me that look and explains like she always does that there are more important things to do than make somebody else's life miserable. So I don't say anything. I've ordered myself a special cake and it isn't half bad. I also ate a lot of junk food back when I was listening to Alicia fix that darn essay fifteen times so eating a proper meal really isn't in my realm of things to do today.

When I look over at her, I am startled by my mother staring at me. Her inquisitive eyes tracing my face. Her fingers drumming her chin as if she's trying to consider what she wants to say. When I ask her if something is wrong, she shakes her head and flattens the creases in her trousers, her fingers going to her burger immediately afterward, picking at the food she has to use to eat. Even if she says nothing is wrong, I know something is. I do the same kind of things when something is bothering me. "What is it?"

"It's your present," she says quietly.

My eyes widen. My car. She has to be talking about my car. I haven't done anything wrong with it. I didn't skip, just like she asked me not to. I even drove that annoying Alicia home when I didn't even have to. Maybe my mother is taking it back. Can't afford it, even if that is crazy. We can afford it. We can afford anything because that is who we are. My father left us will funds coming out the ying-yang and there is no way my car could have costed my mother that much.

"Your car was a physical gift and there is something else I want to give you." Something else? That must mean that I get to keep the car. It has to. "There are some things that can't be purchased and I want you to know that, Delilah."

"I know."

"No," she says firmly. "I mean it. Some things money can't buy, yet they are the most precious things in the world."

"Oh boy," I mutter and lean back in my seat. "We're not honestly having that talk are we? I mean, mom, we're in public!"

She smirks. "No, not that talk."

I sigh inwardly. Good. "Then what is it," I ask her. "You've been acting really weird ever since I introduced you to Alicia."

"That's precisely it. I hadn't expected you two to meet, especially when your sister said she'd moved to a different town."

My eyebrows narrow in confusion. I know who she's talking about when she refers to my sister. She's talking about Holly, though I haven't spoken with her for years. Like my mother said, the last time they had spoken was when she'd told them that she was taking the family and leaving town. My mother and Holly never had a close relationship. The most they've spoken since I've been around is one word sentences while trying to keep an argument from breaking out. They've had a difficult relationship to say the least. But I don't see what Alicia has to do with any of it.

"Alicia is your sister," my mother says as if reading my thoughts.

I roll my eyes. "Okay, I know I've been in a bit of a bummer mood today, and ha-ha jokes on me, but you couldn't have tried a bit harder on a prank? Mom, you don't got it anymore." I chuckle. There's not one line of humour on her face, though.

"I'm serious, Delilah. Alicia is your sister and she's been living with Holly for years now."

"All right, you're going to run with this story." I go back to picking at my cake. "Keep going, let's see how far you get."

"This isn't a joke, Delilah. This is the truth and I want you to know it." She must know that I am not going to fall for it, but she keeps going anyway. "I have kept things from you for a long time and I think now is a good time for you to know your past. And the first thing you need to know is that you're adopted."

A sprinkle hits the back of my throat as I gasp. I choke and spit it back onto the plate. "Okay, joke time's over. Now you're just getting ridiculous. To say that I'm adopted... It's not funny anymore."

"Darling, it's not supposed to be funny and for you to understand, I need to go back. Back before you were born." She pauses. "Before you were born, I had a daughter. Your father and I were slowly tearing apart and for some silly reason we believed that a child would stitch us back up. Her name was Alicia."

"Mom, this is complete hogwash--"

"Let me finish," she says with a raise of her hand that cuts me off. "Alicia was taken away from us after a woman turned our home upside down. Holly, thankfully, took custody of Alicia and she's been living with them ever since. Delilah, your story is no different. You were taken from your parents after your father was killed and your mother was taken away."

"You're serious," I say after my jaw drops. My mind returns me to my dinner with Alicia the other day. When I believed she told me some made up story just to have dinner with me. It can't be true. Alicia's voice is in my head.

"Mr. Alto wasn't much different. He'd had a lovely affair with some other chick who ended up killing him."

I try to keep my calm. I take deep breathes in and out as my mother continues on with the story about how she's not my biological mother, yet Nick Alto was my real father. My nails bite the under side of my chair to the point where I feel one break. I bring it up and start ripping the jagged edge of the nail until I pull the whole thing off.

"Your mother came into our lives and took everything. It started at our Halloween party and blew apart from there. She had Alicia taken from me, she seduced your father and married him. You were theirs and I was just there, like a nanny. Stubborn like a mule." 

It's a good thing we decided on staying outside because even here feels too confined. "W-who is my mother?"

Before the words can even leave her mouth, I know what they are. "Your biological mother is Sadie Lawrence."

The wave of confirmation almost knocks me off my chair. "No, no, no," I mumble as I stare into the eyes of the woman in front of me. I am waiting, impatiently, for her to say surprise, or gotcha or anything that proves this is some sick game of hers. But all I see is a woman with tears in her eyes. Her hurt has been uncovered and it breaks something inside of me. "I'm not a child of them. My father and the nanny--"

"She was never the nanny, Delilah," she corrects me. "I just told you that in hopes that you would never have to hear this."

"Then why are you telling me this?" I am yelling now and I don't care. I don't care that I am making a scene or that people are around and from the look on my mother's face, she doesn't care either.

"I am telling you this because you deserve to know. I have played this game for a long time, Delilah, and I have hurt a lot of people, but what I've learned is that the only people who get hurt are the players." She takes a deep breath. "I don't want to play anymore, and you want to know why? Because everything has changed. You came into my life when your mother went to prison and you changed everything. I hated your mother for a long time, but after seeing you and Alicia sitting at the table today it made me realize differently. My end with your father was inevitable and I just wanted somebody to blame, to point a finger at. Sadie's choices weren't right, but I have to forgive her, because if it wasn't for her, you and I would never have been joined. I would never have been happy. I would have just continued to hurt myself and others."

"I know this is a lot, Delilah, and I am so sorry for all of it." She clears her throat and puts a hand on top of mine. "Just know, while we may not be related by blood, you are and always will be my daughter."

We're still family if we aren't related? We are the only people in the Alto family who aren't related by blood and even if we used to be the closest, we are the farthest thing when real family is concerned.

"I know your father loved you, and as much as I don't want to say it, I know Sadie loves you too."

I can't take anymore of this. I push my chair away from the table and get to my feet. "This is complete bull," I hiss. She wants to talk about hatred? Let's talk about betrayal. I can't figure out if I am more upset regarding Sadie Lawrence, the town hussy who killed my father, being my mother or that Vita Alto, the woman in front of me, actually thought telling me all of this would be any good. I'm still waiting for the end of the joke, that it was all some prank, but after waiting this long, I realize the punchline is never coming. "I'm going home."

I storm off to my car and hope in. As I turn the ignition, I see Vita running toward me. "Delilah, honey, wait!" she calls. I don't listen. I've listened to her for fifteen years while my real mother hung out in some jail cell.

Fifteen years! Fifteen years she's lied to me and just because she say me and Alicia sitting together doing homework did she decide to step it up and tell me the truth. I may have been able to take the part about being adopted, but to say that I am the cursed child of Nick Alto and Sadie Lawrence... I sink down into my seat and apply more gas to the pedal. One thing after another today. First Keith and now this! I just want to get home and get into bed. Forget about prom. Forget about all of it! And definitely forget about Vita. She's dead to me and I never want to speak to her again.

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Re: Divine Deception -- S208: Swan Song
« Reply #123 on: May 22, 2016, 12:37:41 AM »
Great update. Nice bistro scene. Finally Deli got to hear the truth. Never expected her to react and leave like that, even leaving her dying mother. Sad for Vita. I wonder what will happen next.
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Re: Divine Deception -- S208: Swan Song
« Reply #124 on: May 22, 2016, 12:50:59 AM »
Poor Vita, she has done many terrible things in the past, but I still feel sorry for her.

With Vita dead, where will Delilah go? Will she live alone, or will she find Sadie, or will she do something else? Ther are too many questions!!! noooo
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