Flames of the Bloodnote

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THIS IS SEQUEL TO "THE SYMPHONY'S SACRIFICE" (part 3 of the bloodnote trilogy)

Kate has been taken into a mysterious car to escape the Bloodnote uprising....

Submitted: November 25, 2007

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Flames Of The Bloodnote
By Michael Sherlock
Copyright? Michael Sherlock 2007 all rights reserved
Kate’s breathing heaved in enormous sighs. She sat in the back of a dimly lit car, surrounded by three gruff looking men. The car glided silently down a countryside road, the road only visible through the headlights beams. Kate looked out of her window and saw the orange glow of Coolangatta burning. No matter where they drove…the music could still be heard. The radio was silent…there were no phone signals.
This was isolation personified, sitting in a car full of strangers driving from a nationwide collapse. Only a short time ago Kate had been pinned and was facing rape on a sacrificial altar, her screams still resonated in her heart. The sights of Luke’s blood and the silence after the gunfight haunted her memories and threatened to emotionally cut her throat.
“How are you holding up back there Kate?” said the unseen driver.
“I-I’m…okay” she said with a shaking stammer.
In truth…she was far from okay. Every small piece of the nightmare in the orchestra hall had been relived in the forest that night. Once again she remembered her feet pounding the forest floor as she ran away from Luke, trying desperately to preserve her own life.
“Am I always going to be the damsel in distress?” she whispered to herself, tears forming in her eyes.
The car slowly began to come to a halt in driveway of a dilapidated wooden house in the countryside. The loose grey planks housed thousands of moss patched and fungi.
As the car stopped, Kate opened the door and stepped timidly out of the car, her eyes falling upon the gloomy house before them.
“Welcome home,” said the silhouette approaching the house.
Kate cast one last look at the orange horizon before resigning to the glowing comfort of the house’s open door. She stepped inside the house’s threshold and looked down a narrow hallway with cautious eyes. The people who brought her here had already disappeared into unseen rooms.
Suddenly she heard the door slam behind her. Slowly, she turned her head and looked at the figure standing between her and the door.
“No…no” she said in a weak voice.
“You are far too trusting in strangers,” grinned a rough looking man from behind his robed hood.
Before she knew it, the Bloodnote surrounded Kate. Each arm became entangled in the grasp of the robed men. Kate wanted to plead, she wanted to beg for mercy…but her mouth fell silent, sensing the futility of her cries. She had been brought here alone, nobody knew she was here. Kate knew that this time, she had to save herself.
The men dragged her into a dark room and threw her down onto a metal chair. Hastily they tied her to the uncomfortable chair and stormed out of the room, leaving Kate in the chair, crying.
For three hours Kate stared at the black wall before her, her heart stopping at every step taken outside of the door.?Eventually, the door swung open to reveal a robed man walking into the room with a tray of bread and milk.
The man set the food down several feet away from her and grinned wickedly.
“Time to eat…but you’re going to have to work for it,” he laughed.
Kate could only watch her tears stain her shirt as the main stood in front of her with his legs parted either side of the chair. She could not escape it this time, she thought as her jeans became undone.
“Please…don’t…please” Kate cried as the man tore open her shirt.
“You escaped the first time…we weren’t done yet.” Said the man, licking her cheek slowly.
Kate’s upper body was undressed now, her jeans hung loosely around her ankles. Kate gritted her teeth and looked at the ceiling as she felt her dignity fade away as the robed man slipped his desires into her body. The chair shook the tears from Kate’s eyes, her heart jolted at every grunt of pleasure the man let out.
After what seemed like an age, the man finished and picked up the tray. After staring at her naked body for a minute, he threw the milk over her and put the bread in his mouth, before walking from the room.
Every breath Kate dared to take was full with the desire to die. She begged her heart to stop every time it kept her going for another second.?After another hour the cold reached her skin and she began to shiver uncontrollably. She slowly close her eyes as sleep took her mind, the last thought was a prayer, asking for death.
As morning came, the room became lighter by only the crack of light under the door in front of her. As she awoke she realised she could hear voices outside of her door.
“Most of the police force is either dead…or in robes. The rest of Coolangatta has been burned to the ground, Surfer’s goes down tonight. Every town in Australia is experiencing the same operation. This week, Australia will belong only to the Bloodnote” the voice spoke.
“Good, anyway…this bitch has to eat sooner of later.” grunted another man
“Why bother?” laughed the first man “thanks to her, eleven of our best members are dead, let her starve to death.”
“I care more about my own rewards than her health” smirked the man now opening the door.
Once again, another robed man walked in…took advantage of her body, and then deprived her of food. This carried on for over a week, and before long, Kate’s face was sunken and her body bruised and cut. She hung loosely onto the threads between life and death.
“You’re the only hero left in this legend” growled the voice of the robed man standing before her “Once your gone…it is no longer a fairy tale between good and evil…it is merely a golden era in history.”
The man let Kate take a long drink from a water bottle and left the room, giving her one final day without being violated. For several hours, Kate swayed to and fro in her chair, her eyes opening and closing.
Her eyes jolted open at the sound of gunfire. Gurgling cried filled the narrow hallway, followed by further gunfire. Her heart began to beat with an intense speed as her imagination conjured up a million thoughts of the scene outside.
Her heart missed a beat as the door was kicked open and revealed a figure holding a machine gun standing in the door way. The man was wearing a SWAT uniform and a helmet with a black visor hid his face. The man walked into the room, but before he reached Kate the robed man who had been in only hours earlier appeared in the doorway.
The robed man held a long silver sword in his hand; an embossed snake spiralled up the shining blade. The uniformed man raised the machine gun and pressed the trigger.
Click.
The uniformed man grunted at his empty gun and threw it to one side. From his back the uniformed man drew his own sword.
“Prepared for every occasion aren’t we” smiled the robed man, removing his hood to reveal a wrinkled face and a head of grey hair. “I am the chapter leader…Lucas Crane.”
“I do not have much care for formalities” the man growled in a muffled Australian accent.
Lucas launched himself at the uniformed man, his sword aloft. The sword swung through the air but was firmly parried by the man in uniform. Before his could react, however, Lucas swung another blow, this time striking the man on the head. The man spiralled to the floor, his helmet sliding off.
“Bastard” growled the man, his face to the floor.
“Tell me your name…I want to know the name of my next victim.” Lucas laughed.
“Heh…I’m upset that you don’t know me already.” The man said, rising slowly “Your people’s blood has flowed down my hands for long enough” the man now stood with his back to Kate.
From behind, Kate could see the man had a head of shoulder length, dark blonde hair.
“My name…is Scott Shane,” Growled the man with anger.
“Scott?” Kate squealed in shock.
“Shane!” Cried Lucas.
“How…how are you alive?” Kate screamed through tear filled eyes.
“What she said,” Lucas said, throwing a finger in Kate’s direction.
“When they took me from the building I was almost dead, they kept me alive in the ambulance until I got to the hospital. I was made stable there, sadly I had to convince the public I was dead, otherwise the Bloodnote would hunt me down like a dog.”
“Instead…you have decided to hunt us down?” laughed Lucas at the irony.
There was a short gasp from Lucas and short laugh from Scott.
“Shouldn’t have let your guard down” Laughed Scott darkly, removing his blade from Lucas’ chest.
Scott turned around to reveal his face. He has older looking and haggard, scars struck his face here and there. His body was now padded with muscle and his look was stern. He cut Kate’s bindings and threw her back her clothing.
“Can you walk?” Scott said in a deep voice.
Kate shook her head slowly, showing that even putting on her clothes was a hardship. Scott walked to her and firmly put his arm under her shoulder. He walked her slowly out of the room with his bloodied sword in hand.
“What now” Kate said timidly as they left the house.
“Australia is in chaos…the government has been rendered useless. The only ones who will not die are those that choose to fight the Bloodnote.” Scott said in his familiar voice
“How?” Kate said with a sigh.
“Any way we bloody well can. With the Coolangatta chapter leaders gone…this town will be partially safe for at least a few days. It should be long enough to gather a resistance…and plead for aid from the rest of the world.”
“Will other countries help us?” asked Kate
“I suppose it depends on their dealings with the Bloodnote” he replied.
“War…” Kate said quietly.
“Yeah…the Bloodnote war” Scott said, nodding his head.
END


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