Silas Scott (lightoflife) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-01-28 16:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | scott.black, scott.white |
To Bring You Back
Who: Silas and Shara Scott, Fischer very briefly
When: Wednesday morning
Where: In a helicopter and on the island
What: New Block owners arriving
It was unusual for Shara to be nervous. She didn't have to say anything, didn't even have to think anything and Silas knew what she was feeling. She'd been silent ever since leaving New York. That in itself wasn't so unusual, Shara wasn't exactly a typical girl who liked to ramble on about anything. It was just her energy and it was making Silas edgy. Why are you so wound up?
Electric blue eyes did not turn from the window even upon hearing Silas in her head. I'm not wound up. I'm focused. Red lips were pursed together in a thin concentrated line. There was so much on the line and everything had to be executed perfectly or there would be more loss than gain. We're not going to this island to play, Si. There are a lot of lives at stake.
I know. They'd discussed this at length, knowing that nothing was going to be simple. For all it appeared, one man ruled everyone, and there were tiers of command under this one king. What no one seemed to think about was the ratio. From all the twins knew of the organization, there was an average of four mutants to every human that was regularly stationed on the island. If they banded together with enough courage and determination, the mutants could own the island. They were stronger in so many ways, but spirits had been broken and confidence shattered. It was no surprise that this hadn't been thought of, at least in appearance. It was the hope of both Shara and Silas to change this. They wanted to start the quiet revolution, building until it was time to turn the tide of things and take over. But it wouldn't end there. Many of the mutants had been born there and didn't know what life in the outside world should and could be like. And with bringing so many lost loved ones home, there would have to be a huge cover up, or an explanation. Was the world ready for mutants?
We have to keep quiet for a couple weeks. Until we know the ins and outs of every detail of this place and how Fischer works, we have to be just as heartless as all the others there. We have to be the humans.
Silas scoffed in his head. You have to be heartless, I never said I would be. And I met Fischer, he knows I'm not cruel. I'll be stern enough to be in command, but I'm not going to go around bitch slapping mutants for the fun of it.
Shara now looked at her brother, a small warning in her gaze. Just play the part and don't draw attention to yourself.
Returning the warning with a slightly frustrated look of his own, Silas didn't bother looking away from his sister. I know, Shar. Seriously, we've talked the crap out of this. I know my part, okay?
They simply looked at each other for a long moment before Shara moved a hand to rest atop one of Silas'. I know. I'm sorry. I just...
You're just a control freak. Silas smiled knowingly. I'm used to it. He squeezed her hand. You know what's going to suck? I'm going to miss the Super bowl.
Shara laughed and pulled her hand away. The pilot glanced at the twins, wondering what was so funny since he hadn't heard either of them speak since take off. "I was just thinking that this is kind of a step up for me from my previous job."
"What did you do?" the pilot asked, Silas turning to look out the window to hide his grin.
"I was a medical examiner," Shara answered easily. "Worked with the NYPD for almost two years."
"Did you enjoy it?" The pilot shuddered. "I couldn't imagine being stuck with dead people all day, looking at their insides and...and all the blood."
Shara shrugged, smiling. "It's really pretty entertaining. You wouldn't believe some of the stories that come in with people. Murders, overdoses, abuse, malnutrition...old age. I've had some of my best conversations with my patients." Clearly the pilot was disgusted and this made Shara raise an eyebrow, amused. "And what organization do you work for?"
The humor of it wasn't lost on the man, for he smiled slowly. "Hey, I just fly the chopper." The three of them laughed lightly and quiet wound around them again, the only sound being the blades of the aircraft.
Still got your gun? Shara looked at her brother, the question unexpected. But she pat her thigh as an answer. Beautiful and deadly. That's my big sister.
He said his prized pet was loose. I sure as hell am not taking any chances.
The sun was already well in the sky by the time the helicopter touched down on the landing pad behind Fischer's compound. They could see him standing there all in black with sunglasses on, two armed guards flanking him. Shara and Silas exchanged a look and a mental word of encouragement before the door was opened, and they were set free from the metal bird. As they walked across the tarmac, the pair looked as though they'd stepped from the pages of a high fashion magazine. Shara wore a sleek dress of olive that fit her slender figure nicely and showed off her long legs. Her high heels were black and very expensive, long dark hair pulled back into a french twist. Silas wore an expensive suit with a blue dress shirt underneath that matched his eyes. His longish hair was carefully styled to be unruly and there was a certain look of amusement to the small upturn to his full lips.
Fischer walked forward to greet them, pulling his sunglasses off. "The famous Scott twins," he greeted, shaking them both by the hand. "I'm afraid you're a little over dressed for a Wednesday, but to each his own." Fischer wasn't exactly looking casual himself, but he certainly wasn't as well dressed as the twins. "Follow me and I'll show you to your new digs. Mind if I smoke?" Like it mattered if they minded since he was already lighting a cigarette. Belongings had been shipped in the day before and set into the plush and well paid for rooms in the White and Black blocks. Silas was shown his room first, then Shara. It was clear the king of the island was distracted and wanted nothing more to do with the twins than was necessary. With a promise to talk more later, he left them quickly to go see to other matters.
They stood in Shara's room, looking at her things set in one corner and her luxurious accommodations. "Your room's nicer than mine," Silas complained lightly.
"Shut up," Shara said with a small laugh. Now that they were there, everything was real. They really had to do this. "We have to be careful about communicating. There are telepaths here. Actually, I now own a damn powerful one." Silas nodded but said nothing. "Si?"
"What? Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking it's weird, you know? We own people. That's just...wrong."
"I know," Shara agreed darkly. "All the more proof that we're doing the right thing by being here."
"Yeah, I guess." Silas sighed before putting on his customary smile and kissing his sister's cheek. "Alright, I'm going to go settle in. Meet my new kids and such. Have dinner with me later?"
"Of course." Silas headed for the door but she stopped him. "Hey..." Silas looked at her. "Be careful okay?"
Silas grinned. "You've got the block with the deadliest mutants on the island and you're telling me to be careful?" She smiled slightly, seeing the irony in it. "How about you be careful? See you later."
"See ya." The door closed and Shara was alone. She, too, would need to take a tour of her block. It would be interesting to see how well received she would be, and how things played out as time went on.