NationStates Jolt Archive

....cannot do. - Walter Bagehot.
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Darkness.

He was running through darkness.

He had to get away.

Was it even possible in this hell of a city?

The police were everywhere. Jefferson saw all and knew all.

Didn't he?

They'd hidden their meetings, hadn't they? Could the AI be defeated?

Maybe. It wasn't clear now. For a while....

Yes. It had appeared so.

He wasn't sure. He had to keep running. That was the only escape.

Footsteps behind him. Faster. Closer.

What was that? Movement ahead?

No. Not that.

A flash.

thepainthepainthepainthepainthepainthepainthepainthepainthepainthepainthepain. THE PAIN!

Then.

Nothing.

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President Albert Trei looked out the 'window' of the "Tower of Power" as it was called in Jefferson. His office didn't really have a window. It was infact a screen displaying the outside.

He turned around.

"Well, what is this about, Anthony?"

"Sir. It seems some of the lower class is beginning to rebel."

"That's true all the time. What makes this special?"

"How they are rebelling, sir. They're smarter, organized almost like cells. And they're rebelling around images this time."

"What images?"

"Images of the Lady Sirithil, sir. It would appear that the Sirithilism cult has sprung up here as well."

"Those damn elves are everywhere. I hate them."

"Yessir. What do you want me to do?"

"What do you know?"

"We've smashed one cell, a church, I guess. Took a few prisoners. Killed the rest. That's how we found out about the other cells. One of them was a runner between cells."

"Hmm. I assume you killed the prisoners after extracting the information?"

"Yessir. After neutral extraction and detailing, the prisoners were killed. Lasers through the eyes, sir."

"Good. Elminate as much of this as you can, Anthony. Keep me informed."

"Yessir."

"That is all. You may go."

"Yessir."

Ooo, sounds good... :D

He floated.

He was dead, wasn't he?

He had felt himself die.

What was this?

Something. In his mind.

Organized. Powerful. Questing.

NO!

Jefferson.

Shit.

He had lost.

His mind opened like a book, and all was revealed.

Freedom in conformity. Freedom in truth.

No.

Denial was not freedom.

Freedom in death.

There is no death.

Now he could not even die. He would never be free.

The night was shattered by a blaze of sirens.

Weapons were ready.

The Sirithilists had broken the law.

For that they would die.

Sgt. Thomas had heard rumors about the 'worship' practices of her adherents. The drug induced orgies. The ritual sacrifices.

He had to admit it. For a 40,000 year old elf, she was attractive. But still, an elf.

Foul creatures.

He checked his laser rifle. Fully charged.

He waved his strike team forward. They were supposed to take the building apart, piece by piece, until they found the Sirithilists.

And then? They were supposed to take them alive for neural extraction, if possible.

He shuddered. Not even the elf worshipers deserved that.

The pointman went through the door, and came back out just as quickly, a hole where his stomach had been, the wound instantly cauterized by the plasma.

"Shit."

In went the flashbangs. After a second, the next man went through, and didn't come out, nor did he signal.

Two policemen down. This was getting ridiculus.

Well he only had to take the elf-worshippers alive if possible. It was fast becoming not possible. He didn't like losing men.

"Gas them."

Tear gas was fired into the building.

Another probe was sent, this time in force. Four men went in. None came out.

Life scanners showed the elf-worshippers in there though.

"Alright, enough of this shit. We were ordered to stop them at all costs, taking them alive if possible." He blinked. 5000 people lived in that tower.

"Take out the tower."

Thomas turned away.

The explosion could be heard 10 kilometers away.

"Look for survivors."

In Trasa

Admerial Moa:catptian?

Captian needar:Yes sir?


AdmerialMoa :Exterminate any elves that are involved with this religion


Captian needar : Do you want them dead or alive?


Admeria Moa l:preferrably dead

Then needar left the room to place orders


Admerial Moa:this shall be a night to remember

[Tag for now]

Warning, the following post contains non-specific description of non-consentual sexual relations. Do not read it you, um, don't like that stuff.
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She was running.

The police had been everywhere.

Fifteen churches in four days.

They were being systematically eliminated.

Unfortunately, all the precautions to prevent Jefferson from tracking them seemed to be failing.

Footsteps behind her. The police. She couldn't run forever.

Movement ahead.

She leapt, changing course suddenly.

A flash.

Her body ceased up. Stunner.

But it should have knocked her out, had it hit her full on.

She tried to move. Nothing.

But the sounds. She could still hear. Footsteps.

She tried to open her mouth, nothing. She couldn't see either.

She could only hear.

Male voices. Rough hands, on her arms. Stuncuffs.

"You know, Jack, I can see why those elf-worshippers have those orgies. This one's pretty."

"Ya, she sure is. Good thing she's unconcious."

But she wasn't.

Hands ran through her hair, and over her body.

They squeezed at her flesh. No this wasn't happening.

"You know, these criminals have no rights."

"True, Jake, very true. They don't even count as people. You think we have time for a little fun before we turn her in?"

"Yes, I do believe we do. I mean, especially since she made us work so hard to catch her, a little reward must be in order."

No. nononononononononononono. This couldn't be happening.

But she was dead anyway.

Hands on her stomach. Inside her shirt.

They were taking off her clothes.

Rough leather on her skin.

Cool air blew over her.

Places it shouldn't be able to touch.

They really were going to do it.

The hands, on her breasts, on her thighs.

A gunbelt hit the ground. Something hot against her leg.

She passed out the rest of the way.

Now it came about at midnight that the Lord struck all the first-born in the land of Egypt, from the first -born of Pharaoh who sat on his throne to the first-born of the captive in the dungeon , and all the first-born of cattle. Exodus 12:29
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Everyday more of them died.

Everyday the believers fell.

Soon none would remain.

But there was no fear, no hatred among them.

They did not give up, for they knew not how the cards had fallen.

They were already dead, for the founder of the churches in Jefferson, and all the other cities, had been caught.

And whether she wanted to or not, all their secrets would be revealed.