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Posting Date: January 18, 2010
Summary:
Rebel and Kitty talk… and things blow up….
"Misguided Rebellion"
A Warehouse
The sounds of someone opening and closing the large sliding door to the empty and dark warehouse can be heard. Booted footsteps can also be heard as a figure stops in the middle of the room and pulls a string, instantly the lights switch on in the place.
The woman.. looks.. strong. Her dark brown eyes scan the immediate area as she shrugs off her dirty and ripped leather jacket, dark brown and it's seen better days. Her hair is very long and pulled into a high ponytail, there are dark streaks of dirt on her face and her jaw is locked and set as she strides through the place. Dumping her jacket on a chair and beginning to unlace her knee high combat boots.
Fingerless gloved hands release her hair from it's bonds and it swings to just above her butt. Running a hand through her hair, she begins to unload. Dropping the duffle bag, she unpacks. A few assault rifles, three pistols and two grenades. On her person, two pistols. A knife or two and a throwing star are placed on the worktable she is standing near.
She could have returned to Home, the place she founded for Evolved people to go in the city, a slum where crime and disease is rampant. But at least it's a better place to stay than with the humans. No.. sometimes Kitty wants to stay alone. In her warehouse, with all of her bad memories and sorrows.
Someone's been waiting for her here. He's an ace tracker, capable and competent at finding people. Lurking in the shadows of her warehouse, the fourteen year old boy steps into the light. Like her, he's dressed in black — it's safer these days to lurk among the shadows, even as a cyberterrorist. His cropped leather jacket falls just above his hip and the kid known as Rebel has a weapon of his own at his belt.
The last time Kitty saw him, he was far more able-bodied. Currently, his lip is bloodied, his cheeks are bruised, but he looks shockingly satisfied. Whether it's because he's found Kitty or for some other reason is unknown, however. Finally he clears his throat, "Kitty Hanner." His lips twitch into an evil kind of grin. Something akin to mischief fills his eyes.
There is no mercy for people in this world. Not even for kids.. not even for old family friends. A gun is pointed backwards towards the boy, her eyes flickered right before he announced himself. A white color, showing her a vision of the immediate future, showing her the young boy standing behind her now.
"Know better, Micah." Is what she says in greeting, though the weapon is not dropped. "Scan." Kitty says softly, wiggling her arm out, the one without the tattoo. This arm has an array of scars. Crisscrossing around her arm, some of them may have been self inflicted.
Her scarred hand is extended out, even though she wears finger gloves. All she needs is the touch of a fingertip to Micah in order to get what she needs.
The gun is met with a sort of sardonic smirk as Micah quips while glancing at her arms, "They hurt us enough that you don't need to be doing it too. And no one calls me Micah anymore. I'm Rebel now. And only Rebel," the words are said bitterly. He reaches out and touches Kitty's arm. The visions she receives are exactly what she could expect, including his recent plans to start a nuclear war against their non-evolved enemies, and his formerly peaceful protesting. His protests are peaceful any longer. His latest memory involves a fist fight with a human that ended with the other guy being attacked by a crane.
"Satisfied?" he asks.
"Nothing satisfies." She says, her speech choppy and now in a sort of singsong sort of voice. "I see it all, nice crane." She looks off to the side as if she's talking to someone else there. Just the air.
Her facial expression gets rather serious when Micah goes on about being 'Rebel' only. "You are Micah. Your mother wouldn't have had it any other way. Do not disappoint." She says and shakes her hair out as she drops her gun to the worktable and walks over to where a group of couches are in the corner of the huge room. She flops down and peers at Micah through hooded eyes.
"What does Rebel want?" she tilts her head and studies the young man. "Eating your veggies? Brushing your teeth?" her eyebrows raise and then Kitty's looking over her shoulder. "He must do these things, if he doesn't. Then he's a bad boy, right?" she speaks to the invisible friend of hers.
Micah's gaze flits over the air that Kitty's talking to, and the once innocent Micah Sanders scoffs, "Micah died. I killed him." His lips purse bitterly as he frowns, "Actually this damned war killed him. There's nothing worth hoping for anymore. Now I just try to avoid the end of a glock." Jaw tightening he follows her to the couches and flops down on one relatively far away from her.
"I need you Kitty. Our ranks need you. The Rebellion will be squashed if we let up. I have plans, but for them to come to through I need fire power. AND I'd heard rumours you lost your mind." He chuckles mirthlessly, "Doesn't seem far from the truth."
"Rebellion is lost.. it's all lost. Haven't you seen? With the mechanical eyes of the gods?" Her look is wondering and then she shrugs. "Plans are only met with obstacles and obstacles are not easily beaten."
The losing her mind bit doesn't really get paid attention to. That's until Kitty really thinks about what Micah says and she picks up a pillow and throws it hard at his head.
"It's all shrouded in shadow." She says softly and then looks down at her hands. "To work with you.. is become what I use to be.." And that is what she is not.
She is not sane.. she does not care about the well being of the Evolved anymore and she doesn't care for working with people. She isn't ready to return to that life, which is why she hasn't gone to Home for a while. She's different now.. changed.
"Of course it's lost," Micah scoffs back. "That's why I plan to bury this nation. We have bunkers. We could survive a nuclear blast if most of us are prepared for it. I could set off the system now if I wanted." He pats his pocket and feels his phone against his leg.
"You don't need to help people. You need to help me destroy the bastards that did this to us, Kitty. You were different once. You had goals. We can make them suffer for what they did to us. All of us."
"They call me a terrorist. I'm a revolutionary. And they don't know the meaning of the word terror."
Complete obliteration?
Something in the back of Kitty's messed up and jumbled up mind is sounding off warning signals. Someone wouldn't like this..
Peter?
She thinks and then the face of her friend who might as well been her older brother. He wouldn't like that.. he would say..
"We have to focus on the good, Kitty. We can beat this." She says aloud, trying to see in her mind if Peter would have said that too her. "It's not too late." She says and then she looks over to Micah. That should be noted as her answer to nuking the place. But in case he didn't get it.
"To make things go boom, wouldn't be nice. There are rules to the world, and complete and utter destruction do not work as one of them." She seems to have slipped into a semi lucid state, her sentences stronger and making much more sense.
"There are too many different problems with your plan, we cannot waste this world. To live underground."
"Why not?" the question is punctuated by an eyebrow furrow. "I could launch any American weapons system this instant with nothing more than a thought." Micah's lips curl into a very wicked toothy grin. He's angry. He's bitter. He can't see the good anymore. Not long ago he'd been hopeful. Naive, perhaps. But he was pushed out of his naivety all too quickly. His friends are dying. People are dying. They need something drastic.
"Violence and shooting is all they listen to!! Our friends have died trying to fight the man!! I WILL spend every last breath trying to kill them for what they did to me — to my family!! They TORTURED us in captivity!! I can still hear Cam and Monica's screams!!! THEY deserve to suffer!! They deserve nothing more than the taste of my bullets! And that's being merciful or compassionate!"
"The hydra head must be cut off. Must be taken away, then it'll all be fall down." Kitty gets up from the couch and walks over to a different table with maps on it. She takes a map and walks back over, shoving the paper in Micah's face. "No nuclear.. bomb." She says and then her finger is pointing towards one point on the map. Washington, D.C. If she could, her finger would be pointing at the White House.
"Are you prepared?" she says with a tilt of her head and then she's back on the couch. "He thinks he's the only one that's suffering. Don't worry Kitty, we know you've been through a lot too." She says to herself.
Having most of your siblings killed by humans would make you act the way that Kitty acts.
Does he think he's the only one that's suffered? Well. He's fourteen, he can't think much outside of himself, but he knows better. "You're right. We need to kill the President." Micah's sentence is bland. Matter-of-fact, even. "I want to shoot all of them. I could take them all. I have resources, more than most people think. And I have money. Lots of money." He'd stolen it from the government.
"I know things have sucked for you, but you need to pull it together so we can do what we've set out to. Kitty, think of your family. Think of who else could be hurt!"
"Yes, we will. The President." She says and then she's standing and giving Micah a innocent yet very creepy smile. Her eyes flash in the light of the room for a moment. The seer walks over to the door of the warehouse and wrenches it open.
Arm leading out of the door, she dips her head and dark hair falls to cover half of her face. "Will contact. Now go." She says the last a bit firm and it's understandable. She doesn't want to think about her brothers and sisters being murdered. She wants their faces to stay in her memories, dead and gone. Forever. "And ever." She finishes her own thought.
"Fine," Micah says as he pads to the door of the warehouse. "But if you don't contact, I'll find you. You know I can." That said, Micah opens the door to the warehouse. And as he enters the dark alley, he takes out his phone, smirking all the while. "Goodbye Mister President." And with the click of a button, missiles launch for the white house from an undisclosed location in DC. With the click of the button the formerly innocent Micah Sanders assassinates the President.
He smiles as he walks down the dark alley, pistol in hand. He thinks his mom would be proud.