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1 through F › Dark City
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
Views:
1,344
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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The Chariot: Remember, Remember
Tarot - The Chariot
Remember, Remember
They bombed City Hall. It was the only real plan they could come up with, to replace a mayor and countless city employees that just... had never really existed.
It was complicated, far more complicated than John had anticipated, to blow up an empty building and make it seem like it was full of people, without actually killing real people. In the end, he had to arrange for 8 stalled automobiles, 2 backed up toilets, a handful of stuck house doors, and in a last act of desperation, an automobile crashing into the subway station entrance closest to the building, holding up three train loads of people for over an hour and a half.
They moved quickly through the empty building, Daniel holding the time card sign in sheet listing all fake city employees that they needed to kill off, and the file with the photos they'd gleaned from the newspapers and public records created by The Strangers.
And John created the bodies. He hadn't really thought about what it would entail, not until he Tuned the first one into existence, not until he saw it laying on the floor. His rational mind knew it wasn't real, knew it wasn't anything more than protein, water, calcium, and other substances haphazardly put together in human shape, but part of him couldn't get past the fact that it looked human, that it looked dead, lifeless, laying there on the floor. Creating such a thing felt wrong in his brain, and he couldn't shake the notion that it might get up, nothing but a soulless wraith.
When Daniel came into the room, he was pale and shaking, retching over the garbage can. The doctor helped him to his feet, saying nothing, gently guiding him out of the room, an arm around his shoulders, comforting. "I'm sorry to make you do this," he said softly, stroking his back.
John shook his head. "No... it needs to be done." A little wearily, he Tuned a glass of water, rinsing his mouth into a nearby wastebasket. "Let's go."
They finished as quickly as he was able, creating the fake corpses from the hallway, out of site whenever possible. Tucked the important sign in sheet at the front entrance, where there would hopefully be a small enough amount of damage for the list to be retrievable. Then he Tuned the carefully researched quantity of explosives into the foundation of the building, exiting discretely in tunnel Tuned through concrete and soil into the basement of a nearby building, and outside, far from the scene of the crime.
They could just see the building when John activated the charges, and they stood in silence for a moment, watching it crumble, listening to the approaching sirens.
"I feel a little like Guy Fawks," Daniel mused beside him, and John turned, giving him a quizzical look.
"Who?"
Daniel smiled. "Old earth history. There's stories in some of the books, they quite romanticized him. I'll tell you the whole story, sometime." He slipped a hand into John's, squeezing it reassuringly. "You did well, love. There will be a grand parade, and perhaps a monument, and those who didn't make it in to work this morning will call it an act of God. But in a few weeks time, the city will have a real government instead of a fake one."
John let out a long sigh, feeling stress melt away at Daniel's praise that he didn't know he had been carrying. "And we're one step closer to sleeping easy at night."
Daniel caught his eye, a cheeky smile playing about the corners of his lips, quirking a brow ever so slightly, betraying his carefully neutral voice. "Well, if that's what's troubling you, I can recommend a few exercises that will help you sleep better."
John laughed, suddenly feeling much more at ease, squeezing his hand and starting off with him down the street. "Lets go home."
Remember, Remember
They bombed City Hall. It was the only real plan they could come up with, to replace a mayor and countless city employees that just... had never really existed.
It was complicated, far more complicated than John had anticipated, to blow up an empty building and make it seem like it was full of people, without actually killing real people. In the end, he had to arrange for 8 stalled automobiles, 2 backed up toilets, a handful of stuck house doors, and in a last act of desperation, an automobile crashing into the subway station entrance closest to the building, holding up three train loads of people for over an hour and a half.
They moved quickly through the empty building, Daniel holding the time card sign in sheet listing all fake city employees that they needed to kill off, and the file with the photos they'd gleaned from the newspapers and public records created by The Strangers.
And John created the bodies. He hadn't really thought about what it would entail, not until he Tuned the first one into existence, not until he saw it laying on the floor. His rational mind knew it wasn't real, knew it wasn't anything more than protein, water, calcium, and other substances haphazardly put together in human shape, but part of him couldn't get past the fact that it looked human, that it looked dead, lifeless, laying there on the floor. Creating such a thing felt wrong in his brain, and he couldn't shake the notion that it might get up, nothing but a soulless wraith.
When Daniel came into the room, he was pale and shaking, retching over the garbage can. The doctor helped him to his feet, saying nothing, gently guiding him out of the room, an arm around his shoulders, comforting. "I'm sorry to make you do this," he said softly, stroking his back.
John shook his head. "No... it needs to be done." A little wearily, he Tuned a glass of water, rinsing his mouth into a nearby wastebasket. "Let's go."
They finished as quickly as he was able, creating the fake corpses from the hallway, out of site whenever possible. Tucked the important sign in sheet at the front entrance, where there would hopefully be a small enough amount of damage for the list to be retrievable. Then he Tuned the carefully researched quantity of explosives into the foundation of the building, exiting discretely in tunnel Tuned through concrete and soil into the basement of a nearby building, and outside, far from the scene of the crime.
They could just see the building when John activated the charges, and they stood in silence for a moment, watching it crumble, listening to the approaching sirens.
"I feel a little like Guy Fawks," Daniel mused beside him, and John turned, giving him a quizzical look.
"Who?"
Daniel smiled. "Old earth history. There's stories in some of the books, they quite romanticized him. I'll tell you the whole story, sometime." He slipped a hand into John's, squeezing it reassuringly. "You did well, love. There will be a grand parade, and perhaps a monument, and those who didn't make it in to work this morning will call it an act of God. But in a few weeks time, the city will have a real government instead of a fake one."
John let out a long sigh, feeling stress melt away at Daniel's praise that he didn't know he had been carrying. "And we're one step closer to sleeping easy at night."
Daniel caught his eye, a cheeky smile playing about the corners of his lips, quirking a brow ever so slightly, betraying his carefully neutral voice. "Well, if that's what's troubling you, I can recommend a few exercises that will help you sleep better."
John laughed, suddenly feeling much more at ease, squeezing his hand and starting off with him down the street. "Lets go home."