Who: Alessa Gillespie and Open to Hyperion residents What: Alessa sits on the roof of the Hyperion thinking about those needed for the ritual. When: Tonight Where: Roof top of the Hyperion Rating: PG-13 Status: Incomplete.
For Alessa to say that she was neither scared, anxious, or nervous about the ritual would have been an outright lie. The four of them only had four weeks to find the 12 innocent. They only had four weeks to determine how the remaining 18 fit in with this tarot. It was going to be a daunting task, and while Alessa had faith in Heather, Sam, and Peter, she had very little faith in herself. Her dreams had become one huge chaotic mess of ideas, and nightmares. Nightmares that she didn't dare mention to anyone.
It should have come as no surprise then that Alessa decided to go up on the roof, and sit on the edge. The height didn't bother her. She'd jumped from buildings taller than this, and walked away completely unscathed. With her legs dangling from the side she stared up at the moon. It wasn't full, but she still found it beautiful. She then found herself mentally talking to it. When 13 turns count four you will witness the first death. In the beginning man had nothing but hatred and anger and immortality. God divided time into day and night. She gave the people death. Of course the moon never spoke back to her, but still Alessa felt comforted. She only hoped that none of the other telepaths in the hotel would hear her thoughts. She was trying to be silent thought.