|Darth Calliope's Creative Journal. (dee_cees_cj) wrote,|
@ 2011-01-11 13:23:00
Chapter Nine: Judas
Jet sat at the table, giving Gallows a sideways glance occasionally. The young man did not respond, or give any indication that he sensed Jet's gaze. Gallows reached for the muffin on the table, only to have his hand blocked by Virginia's. Gallows gave the hand a warm smile and then laughed.
"It's all yours, leader!" Virginia gave him an unreadable look and took the muffin, rubbing the side of her hand against his as a sign of both affection and gratitude.
Reason, is he even blind?!
Yes, he is blind. Watch him very carefully. See how he places his hand?
Jet followed Reason's instruction and noted that Gallows, indeed, was feeling around the table for things such as butter and sugar.
He hides it pretty good. Reason, I think Virginia knows.
I don't think she knows, I KNOW she knows… Jet, if she tells anyone, anyone at all, you're in trouble.
So what do I do?
Nothing, if too many incidents happen, people will become suspicious and you really don't want that.
"So, Virginia, did you see the sunrise this morning, it was beautiful!" gushed Gallows, giving Virginia a winning smile. Virginia laughed and nodded her head.
"Yeah, it was really pretty." She grinned, looking over at him and giving him a cute wink.
Poor Gallows, he can't see and yet…
"It's just another sunrise…" muttered Jet, sipping on his orange juice, and occasionally glancing over his glass at Virginia and Gallows.
"A sunrise, to me at least, is a new beginning." smiled Gallows at Jet, although it was a rather embittered smile. Clive, noting the tension, gave a small cough, drawing the attention to himself.
"I've heard that there's a job at Little Twister, they say that there might be treasure at a newly discovered ruin. Also, since we've been cleared for Lamium's murder, we can start working as Drifter's again and not travel around incognito." Smile Clive, scratching the back of his head and then pushing the glasses up to the bridge of his nose.
Indeed, they had been acquitted for his murder, however, that did not discourage the countless scavengers and bounty hunters from trying to claim their quarry.
“Well, if Virginia says “yes” then I’m all for it.” smiled Gallows, although deep down he was as apprehensive as hell.
Virginia gave a very unsure smile to both Clive’s idea and Gallows’ answer.
“Well, we may have been cleared, but that doesn’t mean that we’re out of the woods…” She replied quietly, looking down at her now clasped hands.
“Well, if we can earn some money, I don’t see why it should matter…” muttered Jet, stirring the orange juice in front of him with a spoon.
Always the smart ass…Thought Gallows, closing his eyes and sipping on his now semi warm coffee.
“Well, in the end,” Quipped Clive, once again pushing the glasses up to the bridge of his nose with a hint of irritation. “It’s what Virginia thinks is best.”
“Look…” said Jet, dropping the spoon into his cup and glaring over at Gallows. “I think we should take it.” He then directed his heated gaze toward Virginia and continued “Furthermore, what does it matter that the vultures are on our heels, weren’t you expecting that when you became a Drifter?” Virginia took in a deep breath and closed her eyes to this question, counting backwards from ten and trying to come up with a logical answer.
… Gods, who died and made you head honcho…
“I was expecting some form of adversity, Jet, but I was not expecting a whole gaggle of blood thirsty hounds to track our every move. Look, all I’m saying is this: If we take this job, there will be trouble and we will be in the line of fire…” She opened her eyes after that sentence and glared at him. “Unless you want meaningless bloodshed.” Jet blinked to this blatant accusation and shook his head slowly side to side, feeling an age old anger rise within his chest.
“You make me sound like a war monger, Virginia, and I really don’t like that…” Responded Jet in a very quiet manner, his cool tone spiked with hot waves of irritation.
Red, anger is red… Jet, you had better not do any…
“Gallows, you’re just sitting there all stupidly, what do you think of all this?” Cut Jet’s voice into Gallows’ vapid, worried, thoughts.
“I believe I’ve already voiced my opinion, Jet, furthermore, how many things have you said that we didn’t like? Hm? You act as if we should drop whatever we’re doing and pamper you like a little baby!” came Gallows’ clear response, his seemingly blank eyes flickering with distaste and anger.
Jet, not knowing what else to say to that heated response, merely sat up from the table and slammed his fist into it, causing the dishes to jitter a nervous dance and then settle back down.
“Listen, Gallows, I can do without your guilt trips, okay? I was just merely stating the obvious!”
Gallows just sniffed and sat down his cup, a small, caustic smile cutting his features.
“Your version of the obvious is not always right…” Laughed Gallows, a hint of amusement tilting its way into his emotion torn voice.
“Oh? And yours is? Tell me, Gallows, what’s obvious to you?! Is it obvious that you’re an idiot? Is it obvious that you’re nothing? Tell me, what’s so obvious to you that I’m missing?” huffed Jet, swinging his hand out in front of him furiously. Gallows’ smile widened and he shook his head back and forth in pity.
“Jet, you just proved my point…”
“W-what?” Gasped Jet, sitting back down and glaring at Gallows. Gallows drew in a deep, chipped, breath and then let it out rapidly.
“Jet, your version of the obvious is what blinds you so much. It’s that arrogance that’s going to put you in your grave, I’m afraid…”
Virginia, who had been watching this exchange with both fear and amusement in her gut, coughed quietly, drawing the Drifter’s attention to her.
“We will accept the job under one condition.” She said, holding up her index finger. Jet tilted his head to the side and raised his eyebrow.
“And that one condition would be..?” inquired the silver hair Drifter, the heat slowly leaving his tone.
“We must ask around about the stability of the ruins and the possibility of encounters. It would do us no good to run in there half-cocked.” She said, alternating her gaze between Gallows and Jet, periodically shooting proverbial daggers at the latter. Jet once again started to spin the spoon around in his cup, his eyes absently watching the silver flash.
“Sounds fair to me.” He mumbled, giving the spoon one final spin before looking up at Virginia in almost a condescending manner. Virginia watched as the spoon lolled lazily around in the cup and then came to rest facing Gallows.
“Oh, and Jet, you and I will be the first group in if we decide to take the job. Gallows and Clive will act as the “wall”. It’s doubtful that we’ll run into anything big, it’s just better safe than sorry.” Virginia concluded, her eyes darting between her three other team mates.
“So, let me get this straight. We will take the job as long as there are no immediate threats. That doesn’t sound like the adventurous leader that we all know and love…” snipped Jet, pushing a strand of wayward hair out of his eyes with irritation.
“And, once again, Jet, you miss the point. There it goes…” hissed Gallows, moving his hand in front of him in a snappy wave. “Right over your head! Don’t you see, you idiot?! She’s trying to protect all of us and trusts you with all of our lives! If you’d get your head from that ass of yours, I’m sure you would see that.” concluded Gallows, dropping his hand back down to the table and shooting a soulless glance toward Jet, who, in turn, gave him a caustic glance of his own.
“Oh, I see it! I see it really well! She’s using me as canon fodder! I’m not blind, you know!” huffed Jet, starting to rise to his feet. Gallows calmly stood as well, following the sound waves that Jet was emitting and allowing his eyes to follow the path.
“Sit down… Now.” said Gallows, his voice now unwavering, bordering on fury.
Jet, regarding the last word as an indication of Gallows’ intentions, sat down slowly, looking at the Baskar with both fear and disgust.
“Okay, I’m sitting down, now why don’t you join me?” simpered Jet, glaring up at Gallows superiorly.
Gallows remained standing, his ears on high alert after sending the sound waves of Jet sitting down.
“I’m not going to sit down. I have something I want to say.” replied Gallows, his voice now tingeing with a bit of sorrow. Virginia stiffened her back, preparing for the worst case scenario.
“Oh, so you want to be the big man, huh?” laughed Jet, still looking up at Gallows, his haughtiness taking control of his psyche again. Gallows smirked to this and unconsciously closed his eyes.
“Someone’s got to be… Judas…”
The world froze, had Gallows just called him Judas?
“J-Judas?!” Gasped Jet, standing up again, his hand clenching up into tight fist. Gallows opened his eyes, the smile slowly dripping from his face.
“Yes, Judas, the murderer of peace…”
“I… I don’t understand?! How can you call me something like that? You don’t even know…” Spat Jet, only to be interrupted by Gallows’ booming voice.
“Who Judas is? Oh, but I do, Jet, I do… Judas… A man. The son of a supposed god. There’s more than one religion here, Jet, it’s just not Guardians. Judas allegedly betrayed the bringer of peace; his name has been dragged through the dirt for as long as documents of him existed. You, Jet, or should I say Adam, are a direct ancestor of both Judas and Allah. You carry within you both good and evil, but to an extreme, way beyond what any of us can comprehend.” finished Gallows, tilting his head to the side and giving him a very cold, almost primal, smile.
“I… don’t understand…” sighed Jet, sinking back into the chair, the room slowly fading away in front of him. The world, as he knew it, was melting away like wax from a waning candle… Melting, melting, gone. In the distant remains of consciousness, he heard a light snicker coming from Reason and then there was silence again. Soon, the darkness began to take a red hue, and then a pale gray hue. Jet, with an annoyed sigh, slowly opened his eyes to a new day. It was then he realized that the breakfast incident had not occurred at all.