Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jan 23, 2010 2:41:33 GMT -8
Title: In Last Requisition. (part 3)
Song: Dismantle. Repair. –Anberlin
Alternate Title: Eulogy
Bastille would vanish on June 12th from California for four whole years. Homi, Adrian, and Tut all lived together in Long Beach until Homi vanished as well – leaving Adrian and just Tut. Adrian graduated from Long Beach High School for Girls, then from UCLA. She went on to be a doctor, taking up Bastilles old dream. She lives in California in San Francisco, doing Medical research. Tut lived with Homi until his death before her graduation from college. Adrian hasn’t married as of yet. Homi reappeared a few times, to see Aiden graduate but never stayed long claiming to the need to leave again. It is unknown as to what Homis future was…or is.
Amalgam continues to be an Assassin organization who hunts the value of Bastilles memories and information. She is also wanted for desertion, however they search less actively then they could. Captain Liesl Krause retired with her servant Echo Schneider to her estate in West Germany. She married her childhood fiancé. It was rumored that Bastille made an appearance at her wedding but no one knows the truth behind this. Echo served Liesl until the end of her days from tuberculosis. She never married and she never had any children. Liesl and her Husband live together in Berlin running a small milliners shop as well as managing their huge estate.
Conrad Vaude’mont and Constance Weller continued to work for Amalgam until they where put to death for insubordination. They both where buried at sea and tomb stones where mysteriously erected on the cliffs of Normandy, the place where Amalgam was first formed. Flowers are placed there every year on the exact day of their murders. Ashura Smart continues to serve Amalgam, avenging Constant and Conrad by killing the corrupt head and reestablishing the command line. He is now simply a supervisor and treasurer or the organization, preferring to stick to the life of an assassin. Lola Reynolds died in a car accident 30 days after Bastille vanished.
As for some more well known characters, Aiden Cunningham was murdered and was ordered to have a proper burial via note from Bastille. He is currently encased in the Cunningham family mausoleum. Versailles (Vera) Cunningham along with her brother Buckingham (Buck) Cunningham went into mourning for their elder brother and then resumed their lives in the Cunningham mansion, all the while still sending out people to search for Bastille. They stay there until this day…
10 years had gone by before anyone understood where Bastille had gone. Sure there where the occasional snippets of a train robbery with her signature fencing marks all over the scene, or a gun match with bullets hitting the same mark twice…but nothing but shadows and fragments of what used to be…
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“Honey, you better come inside or you’re going to catch cold along with the baby…probably fall into labor with your cough!” Joshuas harsh thickly accented Irish was calm and too cute to be seriously demanding. Even if it was, would she had listened? No.
“psh, but I like the rain, you don’t ever get it here in California do we?” Soft red lips replied to her husband. Her dull eyes fell to her left hand. Certainly that silver band hand been the most enthralling adventure of her life, and she had been on a lot of those. Joshua came out again, and was greeted with a sigh from his beloved wife.
“Chip is here to see you.” He said in a disgruntled voice, they didn’t get along very well…though they acted beyond friendly. Slowly she pushed up on the armrests and lifted herself up to standing. Carrying around a child was hard fucking work. Her first child came running out with a big grin on his face.
“Momma, Momma Uncle Chip is here!!!” Young Gilbert was not yet 5 and yet he had all the maturity of an 8 year old until Chip came over then it was that of a 3 year old.
“Yes, I heard…” She placed a hand on her hip and walked into the house glaring at the tall black man, making a scene as he tried to figure out the sprinkler system outside.
“Chip, you look fucking ridiculous” She almost yelled.
“Momma, you said fucking,….but Chip isn’t-” He stopped short and shivered as his father, brandishing a very large cutting knife glared.
“GILBERT MATHEW NIGHTRAY!!!” His father hissed!!!
“But Momma used the wrong connotation of the word! Chip isn’t fu-” he was cut off again.
“YOU TAUGHT HIM WHAT SEX WAS?!!!” Joshua almost blew his top…of course he could never really get angry, he could only turn into a giant worry wart who flailed his arms about helplessly, but alas that was why she loved him.
“Yah well he asked after catching us…what was I supposed to say, ‘hey Gil has anyone ever told you about the eel and the cave?’” Her sarcasm was marred by a sudden cramp in her side.
“H-he….caught us?!!!” at that Joshua seemed to drop to the ground completely indisposed.
“HAHAHHA!!! You still leave them dropping behind you, even when you’re as big as a house!” Chip laughed, finally coming in having heard the whole exchange.
“Careful Chip, this house has mood swings…remember last pregnancy I about shot your head off for calling me a beached whale.” She warned although to amused with herself and Joshua mumbling words of pity and failure.
“HAHAHA I HAD ALMOST FORGOT!” Chip laughed in an obnoxiously boistress voice.
“Hey Momma…dads being mello dramatic again” Gilbert said grumbling at the pathetic heap that was his father.
At this she laughed, a small chuckle only, but still genuine. Chip laughed too, and Gilbert was lost in confusion. How was any of this funny?
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“How is she really?!” Chip asked, sipping the last of his coffee.
“She is doing well, the Doctor said that she should have no trouble giving birth to this one like she did the last time…but still, she cries at night. She is scared out of her mind…its getting harder to calm her down at night.” Joshua was washing the last of the dishes, slowly moving the wash cloth over the porcelain plate.
“I see…afraid is an emotion I have yet to see from her…” Chip who’s actual name was Charles, began to swish around the coffee in his mug.
“I didn’t recognize it at first,…she just got really quiet and then, its like her personality changed. Suddenly it was a whole new girl in front of me and she was crying, it was horrible….BUT why am I telling you this?!” Joshua was a man who always tried to make the situation turn happier.
“True true, Boy or girl?” Chip said gulping down the last of what was in his mug.
“We decided to wait for the gender…” Joshua said with a kind smile. Of course she came in the next second brandishing a huge duffel bag.
“If it’s a girl we are naming it Emily Shelia Nightray and if it’s a boy we are naming it Gabriel Winters Nightray, any more questions from you smart ass?!” She cursed. Obviously something was bugging her.
“OH HO HO HO, I WAS JUST ABOUT TO ASK THAT, you should test out those future seeing mind skills for money eh Lassie?!” He teased. Joshua gave a nervous chuckle, she was in another temper mood again. This usually resulted in him being beat up.
“Im ready…” She said suddenly. Joshua looked at her with confusion for a second, as did Chip and then with a glance to each other they got it…both set down their work and stood up straight.
“Alright, lets go then” Joshua said, drying his hands.
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“I’m sorry but there is nothing we can do…for either of them. She’s gone.” The Doctor said. Almost like a movie…perfectly scripted.
“I understand…may I see her, see my wife?” He asked, his hand shaking violently.
“Yes, she’s in the back room…” The doctor sauntered off, goodbyes where not his forte.
Joshua practically ran to the room. Blood covered the sheets and the nurses where still working feverishly to jolt the young baby to life, as well as the corpse on the bed. The infant gave a few choking sounds before the nurses gave up…Joshua knew those sounds were only a result of its lifeless chest almost melting from the shocks. His eyes went to the woman in the bed…gone as well. He couldn’t bring his feet to move, not from that spot. To go closer was to accept this, this new life he would lead…to take a step back was to deny it and there for be even more pathetic. Either way…he felt so- pitiful.
Gilbert, always the stronger man of the family held his dads hand. Gilbert was crying already, but they where silent tears-and almost near invisible. Gilbert had never cried, ever…not even the day he was born. Joshua was reassured and burst into tears – he was a cryer. He cried hard, sobbing…almost. Stumbling to the bed he took the cold hand in his and pressed it to his cheek.
It was Gilbert looked at his father and the woman who had given him life…he didn’t even glance at the child that should have been his sibling. Joshua calmed down after a couple of minutes and without looking up called over to the nurse. She turned towards them covered in blood.
“Any last words…?” Joshua asked pathetically. He had decided he had no want to see the gender of the child, never wishing to know what could have its name. His battle worn eyes kept themselves to the pale hand he held firmly in his. The nurse wormed nervously…hesitant to reply.
_ _ _
“Wait miss you dropped your hat!” Joshua called earnestly. A young army surgeon, recently come home…he had seen little action but had felt lonely in returning home none the less. It wasn’t the same when you had seen people die in front of you. So he had tried to make himself happy, and make the best of him behind home before he went out into the world. So he had gone to his favorite Irish pub down the village street.
“Oh? Nice accent there Chap!” She said turning, her own British accent running thick. She had been running down the street so it had been hard to catch her but even out of breathe, he stopped breathing. Her crimson eyes where beautiful…the most captivating hues he had ever seen.
“Im Joshua Nightray, Im 21 and I’m recently retired from honorable service from the Irish Armed forced and….”
“Woah woah their stranger, look im a little busy here, the cops are after me and well robbing a bang entails a lot of hitting the road and that’s what I got to do…” She said grabbing her hat and slamming it on her head before running to catch up with the black man she was following.
“See ya, Joshua was it?! Maybe we will meet again -…” She said blowing a kiss and then front flipping onto a train as it departed the station. Joshua sat their stunned, unable to grasp the fact of what was going on…
“She…robbed a bank….” He said it almost euphorically.
_ _ _
Her grave was beautiful. Simple and just like her will…he had done what she asked.
“Poppa, why is Momma buried all the way here in England? Who are the Cunningham’s and who is this Leon Discounts guy?” He asked in a small tone.
“I don’t know, I never asked…” He said patting his sons head. He turned back to look at her tomb stone which sat next to this Leon discounts was slightly more elaborate this his, and it was all in view of a large mansion. One thing was for sure, it was a gorgeous view. Joshua knew that once he finally passed on as well…he would be buried here along side her.
Not once did he doubt she loved him – after all she had given him a son, she had married him, she had spent many nights simply wishing for nothing but his company…He simply assumed that at one time…this man had changed her life, so much so that she felt inclined to rest near him. In a way he couldn’t feel jealous, how could one feel so angry towards two people who could finally be reunited. It was his turn to fight her very same battle…to wait.
_ _ _
“I do?” She whispered harshly.
“Wha- oh yes, yes, I do.” He affirmed loudly, a bit baffled by the fact he had spaced out in the middle of the ceremony. And he was doing it again, her white suit made her look so gorgeous, it would have been a crime to make her wear a dress and have a ceremony like he had wanted. This was something he would give up for her…she had given him everything he wanted thus far. He could barely believe it when he heard her say the words to him…the vow of an eternal bond, an eternal promise.
_ _ _
“No.” The nurse said softly but continued to fidget awkwardly.
“huh…” Gilbert breathed watching her curiously.
“Final song….sir, she was singing ‘London Bridge is Falling Down’….sir, look, im so sorry…” the Nurse said before turning away and going to help the other nurse wrap the dead infant in clothes.
“London bridge is falling down….falling down….” He sang, while his father returned to weeping.
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To everyone who has kept up with Bastille and her story – thank you for reading it even until now.
