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Re: Divine Deception -- Episode Three: Leisure Day
« Reply #25 on: October 15, 2015, 12:20:20 PM »
Story Progression is a funny thing. Glad to see you can use it to your advantage, though!

Sad to say, I usually find myself unable to trust the sudden handsome male characters in stories. Sorry Vic!
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Re: Divine Deception -- Episode Three: Leisure Day
« Reply #26 on: October 16, 2015, 09:34:13 PM »
It's a good thing I don't like over-creating stories. Meaning, I don't force my characters to do something for the story's sake. I just let them go on their merry way and do their thing. If I did, I'm sure I would be getting rid of SP because of how much is does out of the player's control. SP is so much fun, though. You never know what's going to happen next! :D

We'll have to see what happens to Vic. I don't even know.  :P



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Re: Divine Deception -- Episode Four: Coffin Nail
« Reply #27 on: October 16, 2015, 09:52:25 PM »
Divine Deception
"Coffin Nail"


The sound of water. It's one of the few things that helps me organize my thoughts, takes me to a place of tranquility. I used to come to this very beach often with my parents when I was a little girl. We'd spend hours here building castles in the sand, playing in the water and even digging small tunnels that connected to each other so it was like my own little water system. The water would drain back into the ocean, but I was persistent. My father would help me lug another bucket to the top of the tunnels where we would dump it and watch the shapeless liquid run through the maze built by my own hands. My mother would watch on the side lines, laughing as she peeked over the thick book she was reading. The salt in the air. It's as if I'm six years old again right now.

The sound of my phone going off snaps me from my thoughts. I see the name. I know who it is and for that exact reason I have mixed thoughts about answering. It's my client, Mr. Peters, and the last time we spoke he left me rather speechless. That doesn't happen often, but when it does, it's like a punch to my stomach. It's shocking a first and then dissolves into a dull ache. He ordered me to kill a man and that's not something I offer up. With destruction the party that has been affected will live on suffering, trying to replenish a hole in themselves that will never seem filled. To kill someone would mean to end them right then and there. They'll feel nothing. To me, it's useless. Seeing Peter's name now makes that pain reappear.

"Mr. Peters," I say when I finally click the accept button on my phone. There's a pause and I wonder for a moment if he hung up. I'm not so lucky.

"Ah, Sadie, I got your message from yesterday. You said you had something to tell me?"

"Yes," I answer as I build as much confidence as I can muster. "I just wanted to let you know that when I get home, I am refunding the amount of money you sent me."

"Oh, how come?" He asks a little too innocently. "Is something the matter?"

I look around the beach to make sure nobody is around me. "I am sorry, Mr. Peters, but I can't go through with what you've asked me to do. I can't kill someone."

"Oh." The line goes dead for a moment. "I thought we spoke about this the other day?"

"And it's all I have thought about since--"

"Do you want more money? I can have another cheque sent to you by tomorrow morning if that is the problem."

I can't help but notice how simply he speaks about the matter of the death of another person. It's as if he has hired me to remove a raccoon from his attic. "No, the money is not the issue."

He sighs heavily on the other end of the line. "Sadie, we've been over this. The Altos have done some very bad things. They have hurt lot of families."

"And I am sorry to say this, but those families are going to have to deal with it."

"That's precisely why I came to you!" He loses his cool but regains it quickly. "Your parents would have wanted you to do this."


Two things make me laugh. One is that fact that he believes somebody's parents would want their child to kill for them. I know I deal with some mentals, but the more I deal with Peters, the more I realize he has tipped past the point of complete lunatic. The second is the reality that he actually brought my parents into this conversation.

"Don't you dare bring my parents into this," I spit, not caring about Peters. He's no longer a client. He's a nuisance.

"Your parents would have wanted--"

I cut him off. "My parents didn't know what they wanted. They thought they wanted a child before they dropped off the face of the earth. Couldn't give me a word of what was going on, but they had no problem taking all the family funds. They just tucked me into bed that night and I never saw them again. So, please, keep the family card in your pocket." My face is burning and my tranquility has turned into huffing and puffing.

Peters finally returns. "Sadie, I know this is hard for you to understand, but please believe me when I say I have your best wishes at heart."

I ignore him. "How do you even know my parents?"

"We worked together until Vita Alto's husband burned us all," he answers. He then tells me about where they worked and how supposedly my parents were attacked. I shove it to the back of my brain to think about when I feel like it. "I know you don't believe me, it's a crazy story, but if you need proof, you can get it."

"How?"

"You said in your message that you were able to get Vita's husband's wallet?" He continues without waiting for my reply. "I'm sure he has a business card in there somewhere. Use it to find his workplace. You don't have to go in, but I can assure you that you will find what you are looking for there."

"I'll see," I say to him, not suggesting if I will check it out or not.

"You'll go," he chuckles. "You're as stubborn as your father and as nosy as you mother."


I don't laugh. I hang up. That's not to say I can't get what he's said out of my head. So I stand there, looking across the water's surface, doing all I can to ignore the words Peters spoke. I can't. Without hesitation, I have Nick's wallet in my hands and I am searching for anything that can lead me to his workplace. Business card, brochure, even a scrape piece of paper with directions will do. I get something better, though. A key card with an address imprinted along the edge. I head there straight away.

It's not a long hike from Gobias's house so I decided to jog there. Jogging has become therapeutic to the point where, like the waves at the beach, it can help organize my thoughts. I've got nothing to do on my way there, so I go over what Peters said about my parents.

Supposedly my parents didn't desert me when I was six years old like I had believed. When I had woken one Sunday morning, they weren't there. Our house had been abandoned, what else was I to think? From what Peters said, he, my mother and father and Nick Alto had all worked together at the Science Lab. They had all been great friends too, until one of their experiments went wrong and took seven lives. Nick betrayed them by pinning the blame on my parents. So my parents ran off. My parents leaving me in the middle of the night was supposed to be seen as an act of love and sacrifice. To give me a chance to live without being hunted. I don't know what I think about this news. Is it real or not?

I make it to the address a half an hour later. It's an old shack of a building. Broken windows line the walls, the wood trims destroyed by bad weather. The grass is over grown in the front, but as I venture through it and around the back, I am shocked at what I find.

A fingerprint scanner and a place to swipe the key card I stole from Nick. Peters said that I wouldn't need to go inside to find what I am looking for so I go for the first thing that comes to my mind.

The bins on any lot will always give me answers to my questions. They are usually always the first things I check when I take on a new client. There's a lot of junk on the top, almost like it is disguising whatever's underneath. Once they are out of the way, I find files, some dating all the way back to the nineties. Peters said that Nick was the top criminal in Sunset Valley. Nick's business could hack into computer terminals, aid in a robbery, be hired as a getaway car. Heck, from some of the files that I read, he'd been hired for assassination. Peters wasn't lying when he said that the Altos had hurt a lot of families.

It isn't until I see her file that it feels like the world around me stops and all I can hear is the sound of my own heart. It's my mother. I remember her and I know that the black and white photo attached to the file is of her. She's smiling to somebody out of sight. Those dimples. They're the same ones I had seen when she'd look over her book when my father and I were playing in the sand. I look at the big, red letters under the photo. My heart starts to quicken and then it feels as if somebody's squeezing it with their bare hands. TERMINATED.

Well, I think as I climb out of the trash bin. The temperature has fallen and it has started to rain. That puts the nail in the coffin. For so many years I had blamed my parents for leaving me when in reality, they didn't have much choice. I hate myself for thinking so narrowly, but yet I have enough sense to push my emotions under the surface again. The Altos will pay.

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Re: Divine Deception -- Episode Four: Coffin Nail
« Reply #28 on: October 18, 2015, 12:13:27 AM »
Poor Sadie, how did you manage to take care of yourself since you were six?

Has it occurred to her that Peters put he mother's file there for her to find ?
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Re: Divine Deception -- Episode Four: Coffin Nail
« Reply #29 on: October 18, 2015, 10:03:45 AM »
It is quite possible Peters did just that. I guess we'll have to see how far Sadie's willing to go to find out. Or will she be blinded by hatred? The thing is, it wasn't only her mother's file she found. She actually got proof that Nick had hurt many families, just like Peters had said. Personally, I think seeing her mother's file there was just the icing on the cake. :)

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Re: Divine Deception -- Episode Four: Coffin Nail
« Reply #30 on: October 18, 2015, 12:33:58 PM »
It just strikes me as a little weird that the files just happened to be in the skip after Peters told her to go investigate. We all know Nick and Vita are evil so-and-so's but the placement of the "evidence" is just a bit too convenient for my liking... Nothing should ever be taken at face value when talking about murder/revenge...

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Re: Divine Deception -- Episode Four: Coffin Nail
« Reply #31 on: October 23, 2015, 09:53:17 AM »
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It just strikes me as a little weird that the files just happened to be in the skip after Peters told her to go investigate. We all know Nick and Vita are evil so-and-so's but the placement of the "evidence" is just a bit too convenient for my liking... Nothing should ever be taken at face value when talking about murder/revenge...

And the plot thickens...

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Re: Divine Deception -- Episode Five: Intel
« Reply #32 on: October 25, 2015, 09:27:32 PM »
Divine Deception
"Intel"


Intel, otherwise known as intelligence assessment is and always has been the first step in any of my projects of destruction. Intel is everything. It is the fuel that gets me started and the flame that lights my way. It could be the blade that cuts the deepest and opens a gash that becomes infected, killing everything in its wake. It's the first step for a reason, because without it, I am nothing but a lit candle trying to survive a windy night.

I called Vita the moment I had gotten home from my search at her husband's work. I told her I was just checking up on her to make sure everything with the baby was going well. I had to make sure Gobias wasn't home since I knew all he would do was hound me about where I had been. I haven't seen him for a little while and I am thankful for it. He's been out partying with some woman named Babe Hart. They seem to be taking a liking to one another and I can't say I disapprove. Being out of his sight has only made my living in his house workable. It has also allowed me to set up what I need to, both physically and metaphorically. Nonetheless, Vita said that I should stop by whenever I have a chance.

When my GPS notifies me that we have arrived, I stare blankly up at the house if somebody could actually call this structure such a thing. I've seen satellite photos of the place, but they were nothing in comparison to this. Grand windows, perfectly manicured lawns. I knew I was in the posh part of town, but the Alto residence makes Gobias's place look like some shanty hut built hastily during an epidemic. Vita's is spectacular, somewhere shiny cars frequently park and champagne glasses always glint in the setting sun. Even the house's exterior, while it may look like the inside of a watermelon, I can't say I hate it. I get out of the car and head to the door, pressing the doorbell.

Because of the house's first impression, I expect a maid to answer the door to greet me. It's Vita, though. She greets me with open arms and invites me inside. She seems happy enough. I thought I might have seen exhaustion on her face or even a hint of stress, I am sure she is doing this baby thing on her own while Nick is at work... But I don't see any of it even if I can hear a baby screaming at the top of her lungs inside.

"Alicia, it's all right," Vita tries to coo the little one.
Now, I am no child expert, but perhaps Vita should have tried placing Alicia in her crib, or better yet, in her mother's arms. Heck, anything would be better than laying on the drafty floor. Vita, doesn't do anything of the sort. Instead, she walks past the child, calling for somebody named Holly.
"Sadie, I'll be right back," she tells me before she slips out of sight. I can still hear her yelling, "Holly!" as I stand there looking down at the baby. From what I remember of Nick, she has his eyebrows and his nose. Alicia's eyes and chin are definitely Vita's. Alicia's cute, but babies are babies. They make us their slaves. Feed them. Clean them. I can't stand them. As I listen to her scream and Vita yell for someone named Holly, I decide it's official. I will never have a child.

There is one good thing for Alicia's existence. She's created a perfect scene to allow me to slip into Nick's office. I check for security cameras first. I know it sounds silly, especially since it is the home office, but one can't be too careful. This is going to be my first dent in the Alto's destruction, one that will kick start a plan that will unravel in the upcoming weeks. I'm not about to trip at the beginning of the race. I don't see anything, but I use an app on my phone just to make sure. It was created by a techy friend of mine a few months back and scans the room using the panorama lens. There's nothing. I take to the laptop immediately.

Client lists and Nick's company timetable. There's also Vita's personal one. I plug a USB stick into the side of the laptop and copy them to it. There's also a program my techy friend created on the stick as well. I run it. It's a virus that will copy anything typed into online boxes and send it to my computer at home. This could be as useful as usernames and password or as useless as love letters sent to a side girl, though I am hoping for the former. It finishes its installation within seconds and once the notification tells me as such, the program is as silent and sly as it is undetectable.

I hear a car door close outside and when I look over my shoulder, I see him. He's staring at something on one of the pillars out front and I take that as my cue to leave. I pull the USB out from the side of the laptop and rush out of the office as fast as I can. I've already heard the front door open and his black, dressy shoes slap against the shiny floor. He's coming my way. I toss myself into a nearby chair and pretend that I am watching whatever is on.

My heart is racing, blooding pumping through my veins. I can't decide if it is because of my hasty departure from the office or because when I look up, Nick's looking down at me with his dark eyes, as if scrutinizing my every flaw. I keep all my emotion from expressing itself on my face. I turn back to the tv and watch Nick in the corner of my eye as he takes a seat on the sofa.

So this is the man, I think, remembering the files I found in his company's dumpster. Anger immediately boils to my cheeks. My mother's file was among them and he was a part of her disappearance. I hate him. I truly hate him more than anything I have before. My breathing has become tense and I no longer care if he hears it.  I hate him, but there is only one thing I can do about it today.

I stand up and leave.

Before I can get back to the door, to leave, to get away from the monsters who made my life what it is, I am stopped by a young woman. She can't be any more than eighteen years old. She greets me with a  smile and gives me a wave.

"Hi there!"

"Hi..." I don't know what else to say. Speechlessness seems to be getting the better of me lately.

"I'm Holly. I'm Nick and Vita's daughter." She holds out a hand for me to shake and I take it. "My mom wanted me to apologize for her. She just got Alicia to sleep and--"

I lift my hand to stop her. "Don't worry about it. Bad timing. I should be going anyway."

"I'm sorry," she repeats.

"I said, don't worry about it. I'll come back another day." I give her a smile and before I can, she opens the door for me.

"Are you coming to the Spooky Day party next Saturday?"

I shrug my shoulders.

"Come, my mom and I would love for you to."

"How can I say no to that?" I chuckle. "I'll see you next weekend."   

As the door closes behind me, I see Holly wave me goodbye. The stomach drops and all I can see is Holly's face at the back of my eyes. Her crying face. I'm going to shatter this girl's home and she's not going to know what hit her. I run my hand through my hair as I make my way back to my car. All she's going to be left with is a mansion full of broken pieces. By the end, she will be another pawn is a broken home and that doesn't make me happy either. 

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Re: Divine Deception -- Episode Five: Intel
« Reply #33 on: October 27, 2015, 10:27:40 AM »
If Sadie's plan succeeds( which I hope it doesn't) she will probably become a serial killer or an assassin, neither of which are desirable career choices.
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Re: Divine Deception -- Episode Five: Intel
« Reply #34 on: October 30, 2015, 08:59:07 AM »
I guess we'll just have to see how far she's willing to go. I hope to have the next episode up tonight!

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Re: Divine Deception -- Episode Six: Devil's Night
« Reply #35 on: October 30, 2015, 10:15:45 PM »
Divine Deception
"Devil's Night"


It's the night before Halloween, but the same amount of threats linger in the darkness. This is the adults' night to play and not have to worry about children coming to their door. When men can dress up like idiots and women and slip on something sexy without being ridiculed. It's the day everyone can slip on a mask and I'm not the only person in the room wearing one. This is Devil's Night.

I walk along the stone path like I had done just a week ago. It's different this time, though. The bass of what I believe to be the song Thriller thunders through the open windows and the lights inside flicker. Gravestones line the garden with names of characters from stories: Frankenstein, Beetlejuice and Dracula. The last one catches my attention for a moment. Would Dracula really be in the ground? It shrug the thought off. Sometimes I can overthink things. My face is painted, my lips are glossed. I'm wearing a dress that costed me a hundred bucks for just a day rental. If all else fails, I have decided to get into the costume design business.

I can't say the Alto's don't know how to put on a good show. The place looks magnificent. Decorations hang from the ceiling, cobwebs, fake of course, clutter the corners of the mansion and pumpkins have been carved so meticulously, it's hard not to see that the artist has a flair for detail. How different this place is to Marlie and Charlie's.

Earlier today I was invited to Marlie's house for another party. While I mentioned to her that I had prior engagements, I did tell her I could stop by for a few hours. Ever since she let me stay at her place while Gobias was on my back, I have decided that she is the closest thing I have ever had to a real friend. I've stayed over quite a few times since then because of Gobias's breakup with his girlfriend. He's been rather moody and lately I have been his target to his arrow.

But when I got to Marlie's, the only word I had for the party was a disaster. Three women, four if I added myself, grouped inside a bathroom while they talked about shoes and dresses. It's not my thing. Actually, to be completely honest, it didn't seem like the blonde's thing either. She seemed more entertained by her reflection and playing with it than partaking in the festivities in the bathroom. After an hour, I said goodbye and got as far away as I could.

"Helloooooo, princess!"
I glance next to me to see some young thing looking me up and down. "And what are you supposed to be?" I ask as I press the doorbell. "A clown?"
He nods. "Looking for a night full of amusement?"
"You've given me plenty already."
Right then, Holly opens the door and lets everybody outside in. She's dressed as a firefighter. It looks so real I know it costed her a fortune. It's okay. I'm sure she can afford it. A smile dances along my lips as Cornelia Goth steps into view.

I did say that Halloween was a time for women to dress in a sexy costume without being scrutinized. Cornelia seems to have taken it to a whole other level. I guess I should look up to her for her courage, though. Somebody her age wearing that? Good for her!

Although, the pumpkin seems to be expressing everybody's thoughts.

"Oh, you made it!" Vita says as she pulls me into a big hug. "I was worried that you'd bail."
I shake my head with dismissal. "Never. After my Leisure Day party, I thought I owed you one." I chuckle. "No pregnancies this time, got it?"
We both laugh.
"I can promise you that."

I take a peek over her shoulder and spot Nick. He's dressed up, that's for sure. Reminds me a bit of the Phantom of the Opera, without the mask. We lock eyes for a moment and I feel my heart jump, hit the insides of my ribs and I can't keep the eye contact anymore. I pull them away, returning to Vita as she talks about how sorry she was for what happened last week.
"Hey, don't worry about it," I tell her. "Things happen."

"Come around, everyone!" Nick calls out. He holds an unwavering gaze on me for what feels like hours before he continues. "I have a story for everyone."
Everybody gathers around him like children at the park. I decide to follow suit. He tells us the legend Bride's Head Bridge.

There's a bridge near Hanover in Germany called 'Der Kopf der Braut', which means bride's head.  A 15th century legend has it that Reichsgraf von Kesselstatt and his bride Gretchen were approaching the bridge in their horse and carriage when their way was blocked by an elderly crone.

The Reichsgraf or 'Count' ordered the old lady to get off the bridge instantly and make way for their carriage.  But it was dark, and the old lady had difficulty in herding her sheep off the bridge.

Because the old witch was moving none to fast, Reichsgraf von Kesselstatt took his whip and have her a sound thrashing.  Bleeding, and cowering in a ditch, the old witch put a curse on the carriage.  Consequently when the bridal party eventually crossed the bridge, one of the horses shied and the other reared up.  The upshot was that Gretchen was thrown from the carriage into the river below.

It seems certain that she drowned as the river was in torrent and Gretchen was never seen again. However, it is said by Hanoverian wicca that at Halloween you can see a headless bride standing on rocks in the middle of the river.  Some say she is looking for her lost head, while other say she is looking for her beloved Reichsgraf von Kesselstatt.


Then there's always that one person who ruins a good story. Why is it always Agnes?

The night wears on and the house starts clearing out. For the past few hours I have stationed myself in front of the bartender, guzzling down drink after drink. I know Nick has been watching me. Heck, he's pretty much been doing it all night. Staring at me, inspecting my every move. There's something going on in that head of his and I am going to get to the middle of it, one way or another.

I must have passed out at some point, because when I come to, I see Nick standing over her, shaking me awake and telling me that it's probably best if I head home.
He shakes his head. "Forget that," he mutters. "You probably can't even get to your car."
"I can too!" I push him away and stumble to my feet. "Where is my car anyway?"
"Come on, I'll drive you home."

The drive back to Gobias's is rather eventful. I try to think of something to say, but nothing comes to mind. Nick is as quiet as a puppet with no master.
"This is it," I finally say once the house comes into view. I grab my wallet from my purse and try to tip him with a handful of used gift cards from Macy's and I think it's about that time that Nick tells me he better make sure I make it inside.

I stagger to the door with the help from Nick and right as he straightens me up, I don't hold back. I throw my lips at him, locking his with mine. He can't get away, but the more I explore him, the more I realize he doesn't want to depart. I smell his aftershave. I taste his last drink with a hint of mint. I peek through the slits of my eyes. There's a confused look on his face. A dazzled one with no understanding. I push into him a bit more and that's when he finally pulls away. He doesn't say anything. He just walks back to his car, leaving my tipsy body dangling there at the doorstep.

He gets into his car, starts it up again and before I know it, he's driving down the road without another look. Once I know he's out of sight, I straight my posture with no effort at all and take a deep breath, sticking my keys into the locked door of my house. "They can be so simple," I whisper to myself. I take a glimpse into the garage where I know my car has been all night, I'd taken a taxi to the party, and head inside. In those few seconds I was linked to Nick, I could feel that mask he'd put on earlier slowing being torn down. That invisible mask that everybody was wearing on the Devil's night. It was nothing in comparison to mine. I know, because mine very rarely comes off. 

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Re: Divine Deception -- Episode Six: Devil's Night
« Reply #36 on: October 30, 2015, 11:55:59 PM »
And so the plot thickens...

Was it just coincidence that the party the night before Halloween was posted the day before Halloween
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Re: Divine Deception -- Episode Six: Devil's Night
« Reply #37 on: November 01, 2015, 06:04:57 PM »
Actually, I had a party last night so I wanted to get the episode up before then :D

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Re: Divine Deception -- Episode Six: Devil's Night
« Reply #38 on: November 12, 2015, 01:49:17 AM »
Somehow I feel there are plots within plots here.  I doubt the whole thing with the Alto's can be so simple.  Can hardly wait to see where this goes.
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Re: Divine Deception -- Episode Six: Devil's Night
« Reply #39 on: November 13, 2015, 03:16:03 PM »
I should have the next episode up in a day or so! :D

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Re: Divine Deception -- Episode Seven: Done
« Reply #40 on: November 14, 2015, 08:44:58 PM »
Divine Deception
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The night had gone off without a hitch. I had grown close to the Altos and even closer to the man who destroyed my family, tearing my parents from my youthful hands. I thought I was unstoppable. When I returned home, I had been pulled into the arms of the man that I would kill in an attempt at avenging my family. I had kissed him passionately the moment he dropped me off at Gobias's house. I didn't think I had a problem until I tried to get inside the house and found all doors locked. I didn't have my keys on me, I didn't think I would need them after I specifically told the jerk that I would be coming home late. Gobias never disappoints when it comes to him being somebody I have grown to despise. It's not completely bad. I remember I had left my sleeping bag in my car the last time I went and slept over at Marnie's. I retrieve it and lay it out.

The night is long and unforgiving. By three in the morning I am pelleted with hail and soaked by rain. The sleeping bags tears, leaving my feet hanging out and by four o'clock I decide that I don't care anymore and leave them out to freeze. By five o'clock I come to the realization that maybe sleeping in the garage would have been a smart idea, but I push the thought away. With how my luck has been going tonight, Gobias would decide to go for a morning drive and not do a look around the car before backing right on over my frozen body.

Once sunrise comes and I see Gobias through the window open the back door, I get up, leave what is left of my sleeping bag on the patio and stomp inside, searching for my prey. He's on the couch watching some soap opera and I come to a halt right in front of him.

"You didn't leave the door open last night," I explain, holding back as much of my anger as I possibly can. The image of me throttling his dopey-looking head with my fist continues on a loop at the back of my skull. "I asked you to keep the door unlocked before I... LEFT!"

Gobias's tired eyes scrutinize my body, scanning my soaked pajamas and hair. "Well, I thought about it and I really didn't think it was a good idea to keep any of the doors unlocked. I don't like it when I am going to bed."

"You... You don't like it?" I can't take it anymore. His idiot face and the stupid ducky pjs he thinks are cool. Heck, even the way he speaks so nonchalantly as if nothing bad has happened. Forget about the Altos for a minute. Somebody call the police because I am about to take this man out completely. "I spent the whole night in the pouring rain! The whole night, Gobias!" I pause, just long enough to catch my breath before I go off again. "Do you even think before you do something? No, everything is always about you! No wonder you're alone."

"I was worried about my well being." Gobias has jumped to him feet in attempt to hold his ground, throwing his hands around like some puppeteer. "Non stop! 'Keep the door open, don't wait up, blah, blah, blah!' You always want me to bend over backwards for you, Sadie."

"One night, that's all I asked for. Don't make it out like I ask for so much," I tell him. "Might I remind you that I sleep on the floor in a bargain deal sleeping bag?"

Gobias crosses his arms. "If you don't like it, maybe it's best if you find somewhere else to stay. I'll give you two weeks."

"Don't bother," I growl. I walk off to the washroom where I have a quick shower, get the little I have together and head out.

I drive out of anger. I don't know where I am going, where I have gone. I head over to Marlie's, although she isn't home so I keep moving. To be completely honest, I don't know what I am going to do. The place where I have gotten my best work done was Gobias's. Maybe not his house exactly, but whenever he was out, it was just me there and it gave me time to plan what I was going to do with the Altos. Now I am homeless and I doubt I can get enough done inside my old, beat up car. There isn't enough room to plan a party with the boxes of my clothing and personals I have inside. To organize a mission to tear a family apart from the roots seems like a rather large pile of work within the car's limits.

By four o'clock in the afternoon I stop by at the autumn festival at the park. I spot Marlie right away. She's reading a book at one of the campfires.
"Hi, Marlie," I say as I walk up to her. She's too focused in her book to notice me so I say, "Marlie," when I get close enough.
"Oh, Sadie, how are you?" She asks, looking up.
"Not the best." I take a deep breath. "Gobias is being a jerk."
"Again?"
"Yes," I say. "He kicked me out and I was wondering if you would mind letting me stay a few nights... Until I got back on my feet again."

From just Marlie's expression alone, I know something is wrong. "What?" I ask.
"I can't. I don't have the room right now." Something buzzes behind me and she looks over at it. "I met somebody a little while ago and he moved in... Maybe I can try and find somewhere--"
"No, don't. It's all right. I'll find somewhere else." I can tell something else is on her mind because she gets up in a rush, hugs me tight and tells me that she'll be right back to talk. Then she runs faster than I have ever seen her move before. When I look over my shoulder, I know why.

Some things never change. I take her seat and poke the fire.
Maybe I shouldn't have left my ripped sleeping bag at Gobias's. From how things are looking, it would seem that I just might be sleeping in the park tonight. On the bright side of things, I'll have lots of room to organize this mission. The fountain. The grass. Even some of these booths I can use to make my crime board of connections. I smirk at myself sourly. Even if that was possible, I'd need everything down by sunrise, before everybody woke up or else mission blown.

"Hello, Sadie." I look up. Vita has taken a chair on the other side of the campfire. "What are you doing here?"
"Don't ask."

She doesn't listen. Instead, Vita urges me to tell her what is ailing me like the good friend she seems to be. So I do. I tell her about everything since the moment I became Gobias's roommate and how hard he had made it to live with him. "I shouldn't have lost my head," I say finally. "I was just so furious."

"And rightly so." She inhales deeply, giving the fire a good few pokes at the same time. "I've wanted to tell you for a while, Sadie, but things just came up. Gobias has never been a nice person. He is bad to the core and looks to hurt others. He's always been passive, though."

I snort inwardly. I have to stop myself from questioning the little teakettle in front of me about who she's calling black. She's the one using her power as mayor to finance her husband and his criminal business. I say nothing of the sort, however. Instead I say, "Well, it doesn't matter. I have no clue where I am staying tonight."

"Nonsense, you'll be staying with me."
I don't turn down the offer even though, for some reason unknown to me, something tells me to do it. Before I can answer, Vita is on her feet and tells me that she is going to use the washroom. Once she's done, both of us will head to her place.

I walk over to the nearby bench and take a seat, passing Charlie and Marlie on the way there. We exchange smiles and walk in separate directions. When I finally get a seat, I go over what has just happened.

Over the past twelve hours I have been kicked out of Gobias, driven around aimlessly and found Vita, who should fear me with every ounce in her body but instead offers me a place to stay. There is a feeling inside of me that I can't shake. I can't figure out if it a good one or a bad one. It, for the time being, has no effect other than being present. Excitement or nervousness? Giddiness or anxiety? I can't say.

"I was wondering when I would see you again."
People keep appearing no matter where I go. People I wouldn't think I would ever see again. Victor is one of them. I recognize him from Gobias's pool party immediately. If he's here to tell me off after "hurting" Gobias, he knows what he can do. I know he's not, though. I learned early on how much of a kind guy Vic is. We embark in small talk instead. The weather and what festivals in the past were like.
"I was wondering, if you weren't busy one time, if you'd like to go out or something."

I look at him in those deep blues of his. He is rather cute, like a little boy given a valentine card for the first time. For how much of a looker he is, I find his innocence surprising.
"Look," I say. I pull my eyes away from his because I know my next words are going to feel like a slap to his face and I don't want that. "I've just gotten out of a bad, long-term relationship..."

I may not be looking at him, but I can feel Vic's eyes lowering. His eyebrows knitting together as concern washes over his face.
"You seem like a really nice guy." I stop myself. "No, you are a nice guy, and if times were different, I would say yes a million times, but..." I look up at him with a brief glance of apology.
"Timing's off," he finishes my thoughts.
"A bit."

I notice Vita in the corner of my eye. "It's not a no because of you, Vic. I know how cliché it sounds, but it's the truth. I hate the saying with a passion, but it is the only thing I can think of saying. It isn't you. It is me."

I get up from my seat and place a hand on his shoulder. I can surprise myself sometimes. For how much I hate certain people and how much I show it with what I do, there is still a piece of that little girl inside of me that doesn't want anything to happen to those who play the game of kindness. The pain I feel when I look down at Vic is real. Seeing him just stare off into blank space is like a jab to my ribs or a kick to my shins. It's not nice, especially when I have to push away somebody like Vic, one of the nicest people I have met, for somebody like the Altos.

"I am sorry, Vic."
"Hey, it's all right."

But I know it's not. I can see it in his eyes that it's not, and that is the reason why I say nothing else, find Vita and make my way back to my car.

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Re: Divine Deception -- Episode Seven: Done
« Reply #41 on: November 15, 2015, 02:32:21 AM »
This is such a gripping story. Can't help but feel a bit sorry for Victor though.
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Re: Divine Deception -- Episode Seven: Done
« Reply #42 on: November 16, 2015, 09:32:25 AM »
Thanks, @Playalot! I am really excited to release the following chapters. The planning is in place and now everybody can sit back. Dun dun dunnnnnn!

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« Reply #43 on: November 16, 2015, 11:53:32 AM »
After finally getting my Internet back up and running, I have finally gotten the chance to read this amazing update :)

Poor Vic, I feel sory for him :(
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Re: Divine Deception -- Episode Seven: Done
« Reply #44 on: November 18, 2015, 06:07:47 PM »
Katala you are so kind. I am so happy that you all are enjoying the story.  :)

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Re: Divine Deception -- Episode Eight: The Sunset Motel: part 1
« Reply #45 on: November 23, 2015, 11:34:13 AM »
Divine Deception
"The Sunset Motel: part 1"


For the few years I grew up with my parents, I can still remember their words of wisdom. Do to others as you would want done to you. Treat people with respect and you will undoubtedly get it back, and, of course, two wrongs don't make a right. It was foolishness. I was foolish for believing the world could be so simple. Where were these terms put into play when the man and woman my world revolved around were ripped from my grasp? Two wrongs don't make a right? I agree with them, but not for their beliefs. They thought hurting somebody back for them inflicting pain on you would not take away the pain. That's true to some degree, but what they forgot to mention was the simplest thing of all. Two wrongs can never make a right because two wrongs can never equal one another. 

Photographic memory is the ability to recall visual information in great detail after only brief exposure to it, an ability that I used to have. I could remember the smallest details of anything and everything. My mother told me it was because I had an extraordinary imagination, when in reality, her assumption was contradictory. It was because of my lack of imagination that gave me the ability to see things for what they really were. And right now, I can't say that I remember the Sunset Motel during my younger years. When this type of interference happens, I remind myself of what I know as fact. My name is Sadie Lawrence. I am a destroyer. I ruin those who have wronged others. I live in Sunset Valley. I am to kill Nick Alto and tear apart Vita Alto.

The Sunset Motel must have been built recently. It's a busy place, an expensive one to book. Only those who have a thick wallet seem to be able to get in. Or those who have connections to those types of people. I had been called here by one of them. A person I didn't realize was ready for me or I for him. I continue, as I have all morning and afternoon, to go over the events in my head. How everything took an unexpected turn ever since I was asked to live inside the Alto's mansion.

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12 Hours Earlier

I stare at the ceiling above me, listening to the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen and the slight snooze of the toddler in the crib a few feet from my bedside. Bedside. I repeat the word in my head a few times until I come to reality. For the first time in months, I sleep in an actual bed. My neck isn't kinked. My skull isn't bruised. Even if Alicia, Vita and Nick's daughter, woke up at two in the morning and started screaming, I actually feel like I have slept the whole night. It may not be the most perfect of places, but I can honestly say that this is a million times better than sleeping outside in my torn sleeping bag.

I get up, have a shower and grab some breakfast the manservant has made for us this morning.

Nick is out on the patio already. He's telling me a story about his success with his law firm. That's what he calls his work and I have to keep myself from rolling my eyes. I know he doesn't work at a law firm, but I also know he can't very well go gloating around about his criminal ways. So I just listen. I bat my eyes and lean into him whenever I get the chance. I've come to learn that he doesn't go to work until the night. I don't understand why it came as such a surprise to me when I first learned about it but it did. Vita works during the day, which leaves little time for either of them to see each other and leaves me with little time without either of them. I have gotten little planning done since I moved in and the things I have gotten organized have been while I was in the washroom on my smartphone. My locked smartphone to be precise. I thought once I moved into a place with so much space that I would be able to utilize it.

On the bright side, with Vita out of the house, I have gotten much closer to Nick during this last month. I talk to him every morning. I sit in this very spot, listening to his stories. Some are a bit extreme in the way that I know he is exaggerating, although there are times where I think he is telling me something of substance. Where he stops trying to sell me the story and actually lets me hear the emotion. Like when Holly moved out and how empty the house became. How he never had a great relationship with his daughter even though he truly wanted it. Once he told me how he saw a spark inside of Vita for a long time and for a year it has slowly been burning out. During those moments I can see somebody else behind Nick's dark eyes. Somebody under that thick skin of his. Just a week ago he told me that he had hoped Alicia would bring the family back together. From the tone in his voice that day, it hadn't been as much as he was hoping for. His story made me get up and leave that day. I hate this man. I want to hate this man and I know I have to hate this man to be able to execute my mission. I can't allow for him to pull me into his stories so easily, even if they are true.

The manservant comes to the table side to collect his pay and as he leaves, Nick follows him with his eyes. He says to me, "I can't say I trust him."
"How come?" I ask.
"If I'm the only one home, he does his work and leaves..." The manservant is out of sight now and Nick turns his attention to me. "But if Vita's home, he'll stay all day."
"You think they're playing around?" I guess as I finish off my plate.
"You're a smart girl, Sadie, and I can't say that I disagree." He pauses to take a deep breath. "It's exactly what I said last week, and if she doesn't see a flame in me either then I can't say I blame her. She's going to find a new spark."
"I might be wrong, but I don't think Vita would--"
"Understand that we've been in this for a long time. It's just become convenient."

"Well, Mr. Alto," I exhale. "I am so sorry to hear that."
"Are you?"
There's an edge to his voice, one that catches me off guard. "I'm sorry?"
"I haven't forgotten what you did after the party, Sadie." His voice is confident and structured, though there is no indication of whether he is happy or angry.
"I was drunk," I admit even if it is a lie.
Nick shakes his head. "No you weren't. I watched you all night, knew what you were drinking and when you kissed me, I should have tasted something."
"I--"
"There was nothing on your breath. You tasted of nothing other than your strawberry lip gloss, so, please, spare me your lies."
I look away. I don't know where to look. I don't know what Nick's thinking. Heck, I don't even know what I should be thinking. My heart is pounding on the inside of my chest and after planning so much for so long, I have failed my mission and I can only imagine what the head of a criminal organization is going to do with a swindler like me. Before I can say anything to my defense, Nick is on his feet and tosses a card onto the tabletop.
"Meet me there tonight if you're interested," he says. "Maybe we can find some different flames."

And here I am, staring at the man I thought would kill me during those twelve hours that distanced us. Yet, there he is, waiting. He sits on the top of the bed with the blanket covering his body. It's not just his torso that's exposed. It's everything. His personality is in the open. He's not fighting to keep anything hidden both physically and metaphorically. His walls have been torn down. Everything that I thought I would need to break down has been lowered freely for me. I have everything I need to destroy the man that ruined my childhood and he is just sitting there waiting for it to happen.

I walk over to the bed and take a seat. He pulls me into his arms and kisses me and I am returned to the front door of Gobias's house many weeks ago. I can smell his woodsy cologne. I can taste the mint from his mouthwash. I can feel the few stray hairs his razor missed this morning as I run my fingers along his jawline. He holds me tight, pulling me closer and closer by the second. Before I can get caught up in it, I pull away.

"Nick, I can't do this," I tell him. "I can't and I refuse to be the other woman."
He smirks at me. "You're not going to be."
I look at him questionably.
"Tomorrow morning I am going to tell Vita that we're done."
I sigh and close my eyes. "This is my fault."
"No," he says, pulling me back into his arms. "You just allowed me to open my eyes."
I don't speak. I allow him to as I have done for the last month. He doesn't exaggerate his stories. He shows me that emotional side again like he has from time to time.
"I don't know what this will turn into, Sadie, but..."

I slip under the covers with him. It was never my intention to destroy Nick Alto. I am meant to kill him and rid the world of his appalling ways of life. My mission was to destroy Vita Alto and my first step is using my status as her best friend to hurt her... To tear her husband away from her and make her do everything she can to fill that hole inside of her that will never be able to be filled again.

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Re: Divine Deception -- Episode Eight: The Sunset Motel: Part 1
« Reply #46 on: November 24, 2015, 07:06:49 AM »
Oh dear me Sadie.  How low will you go?  :o  Who will you destroy, Vita or yourself?
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Re: Divine Deception -- Episode Nine: The Sunset Motel: Part 2
« Reply #47 on: November 24, 2015, 02:21:35 PM »
Divine Deception
"The Sunset Motel: part 2"


I can hear her screaming at the top of her lungs. Her voice meeting levels I never knew were possible until this day. The day Nick told his wife that he was leaving her for another woman. That woman is me. I can't say I blame Vita. Losing her husband to the person who was supposed to be her best friend. The friend who, after being kicked out of her house, Vita welcomed her into her own home with open arms. Just thinking of what I've done disgusts me, but I have to keep my chin up. This was never going to be pretty and I have to remind myself of this. This was what I have been hired to do.
By the time I hear Nick hang up, he opens the door to the patio of the motel and motions to the hot tub. From the look on his face, we are going to be here for a few days. We might as well make the best of it.

It's empty when we first get in. It's early afternoon, though, and people are either at work or will be checking in as the day passes by. I cuddle into Nick's arms. He still feels foreign to me and so he should. We've only been together for a day, but even so, he pulls me closer as if I am some long lost lover of his. I don't fight it. I melt into him, hoping the jets camouflage my beating heart. If there's one thing I don't want, it's for him to get the wrong idea and think I am not interested. I am, well, as into him as I can be for somebody looking to ruin everything of his and his wife's. But I can only go so far before my natural reactions start to set in. The funny thing is, nothing about this is natural. The mission. My relationship with the man holding me. But that's what I have been hired to do, I say to myself and the moment I hear it in my own head I know that I am right. I have been hired to make this act seem real. To Vita. To Nick. To me.

"Vita's upset," I assume as I watch the insides of the motel start to fill. I can't figure out if it is because it's the weekend and that's why it is busy. It's right on the beach, a great place for folks out of town to reside in and spend their few days of leisure. The more I see the visitors coming in, the more I start to wonder if Nick's relation with me is somewhat the norm. This could very well be a place to hook up.

"A bit of an understatement," Nick replies. He pulls his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose so I can look straight into his eyes. "Her final statement was that this better keep hush hush and not hinder her politically."

I narrow my eyes at him. "What does that mean, exactly?"

"It means that we try and be discreet."

"Discreet? Discreet?" I almost choke on my words. "Nick, look around us."

"That's why I have my sunglasses." He pushes them back up his nose. "She said that she's not leaving the house either."

"I knew this was a bad idea," I whisper. A few people have joined us in the hot tub as the sun starts to set. "You're actually going to try to hide behind a pair of glasses."

A man named Beau introduces himself to us. "Nice to meet you," Nick says back, shaking Beau's hand. "I'm Jonathan and this is my girlfriend, Sadie." He must have caught my confused look because he quickly mumbles in my ear, "I've never been in front of the camera's a day in my life. Nobody knows who I am."

I should have known. Being the captain of a criminal organization, Nick would never have stepped into the public's eye so carelessly. It could have, and most likely would have, hurt his career. I never thought of it that way.

We get out and grab something to eat. I would have expected Nick to be a bit more anxious of how we are supposed to be during our new rules. However, he seems as calm as anything. He takes small bites out of his dinner, chew casually and I watch the way his Adam's apple moves up and down as he swallows. It's strange to me. I'm supposed to be the relaxed one. The one who doesn't get up tight about anything. This is my play, however. Yet, here he is.

Nick sighs. "It's going to be very interesting to see how things play out when we go home."

"How so?"

He shakes his head. "Vita gets a large percentage of my business and you never know with her..."

"... She's always planning something."

Then I'll just have to plan something myself. I pat him on the hand. "We'll get through this."
We head upstairs to our room.

The next morning we wake up to a foot of snow. Children are playing outside, throwing snowballs, making snow angels and building snowmen. Nick offers to take me to the winter festival after breakfast. I've been to two now. The summer and the autumn festivals and quite enjoyed myself.

As we drive deeper into town, it looks as if the motel area got less than everywhere else. That's not to say the grounds are empty. They are as full as ever.

Nick wants to skate. I am much better at ice skating than I am at roller skating. I took figure skating when I was young and did quite well at it. My trainer once told me that it's like riding a bike. You never really forget. Getting my footing is the hardest part. Nick's there to hold me up and support me when I need it. When I fall the first time, he's there getting me back to my feet, asking if I'm all right. There's a time when I forget my mission and actually enjoy his company. He hurt my parents? He did them wrong? If he didn't work for the criminals, I wouldn't be able to see it. It's conflicting, I know, or maybe I just don't want to believe it.

About ten minutes later, I have my footing again and I am thrilled for it. I need some space from Nick. Just a bit of it to collect my bearings. He destroyed your childhood, Sadie, I tell myself, flustered that I know I am becoming emotionally attached. I can't. I can't. I can start to feel my wants and needs separating inside of me. I need to avenge my parents. I want to forget about it. I want to believe Nick isn't as bad as I know he is. I need to remember what I saw in the dumpster at his work. Everything is becoming too much. Before I can say anything. Scream at the top of my lungs like Vita yesterday. Anything. A girl with red hair trips and falls almost on top of me.


After a bit, I've lost track of where Nick is. I've experienced my meltdown and I know what I need to do for the rest of the day. Every time something goes off the rails as a Destroyer, I need to take some time to go with the flow and clear my head or else I know how much it is going to consume me. I find him standing over a pile of snow. With a closer look, I realize it was Nick's attempt at a snowman.
I put a hand on his shoulder. "Build one with me."

I doesn't take long. I learn that Nick is great at decorating so I allow him to make the snowman look all pretty. When it's done, I can't help but laugh.
"What?" Nick asks so innocently.
"It looks like you."
We both laugh and make our way to the car.

On our drive home, I tell him how much of a great time I had. "That was probably my favourite outing to the festivals," and I am not lying. The first was with Gobias and the second was a few weeks ago after I had been kicked out of Gobias's house. I don't tell him that, though. "I was thinking..."

Nick glances over at me.

"I know this thing between us and Vita could get dirty and I know that she finances your company..." I take a deep breath. "What if I take on those costs and take her percentage?"

"That's a lot of money, Sadie--"

"And I have a lot of money. At least let me help you until things settle down." I pause. "I just don't want to be hiding and pretending more than I have to." I know that he thinks I am talking about staying out of the public's eyes, and while that's true, I am also thinking of how much more is going to be on my shoulders if I can't help Nick in the ways that I want to."

I can tell by how his lips are set that he doesn't agree completely. He nods anyway. "Okay, fine, I'll think about it."


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Re: Divine Deception -- Episode Nine: The Sunset Motel: Part 2
« Reply #48 on: November 24, 2015, 11:16:17 PM »
If Sadie kills Nick, I don't think it'll affect Vita, she may just kill him herself.

Hmm...
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« Reply #49 on: November 27, 2015, 11:08:09 PM »
She just might lol. On the other hand, she's spent so much of her life with him. It doesn't matter how much she hates him, she probably will love him no matter what... she just won't show it. :P