Don't worry, we'll be getting back to Cordy and her mischief soon. I will continue going between these two stories until they converge.
[Jude]Delilah took me back to her hotel, disguised as one of her security detail. When I suggested I just continue in this role, rather than pretend to be her date at the wedding, she eventually agreed that it made more sense. "Dad would be suspicious if I suddenly showed up with you at the wedding, especially since you're supposed to be dead." She points out as she twists her lips in concentration. "We'll need to find some way to disguise you. When she returned, she had a small team of hairdressers and stylists. By the time they were all done with me, I looked like a completely different person. They shaved my hair, lightened my eyebrows, and re-contoured my face. A few small prosthetics and glue-on facial hair later, I don't think my mother would recognize me. "Last touch," she pulls out some colored contacts and I put them in, replacing my usual golden hazel eyes with bright blue. "If anyone asks, your name is Jason," she instructs as she hands me a copy of her itinerary. "Just
[Jude]She doesn't recognize me. The love of my life, a woman I'd burn the world for doesn't know my face. "So my sister said you are a friend of hers. Are you staying for the wedding?"Is this real? Does she not recognize me? "Angelica, it's me, Jude."She tilts her head to the side and stares. "I used to know someone by that name...I think. It sounds familiar. Did we meet at one of the mixers last week?"My heart sinks."No Angelica," my small smile falters, "We met at a nightclub. It was a rainy night." I began relaying the moment I first saw her. I was a medical student, almost done with school, and she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. "You came up to me and bought me a drink."She shakes her head sadly. "I've never been in a nightclub. Magnus would never allow that." She turns back to her mirror and grabs her lipstick, dismissing me. "You must be mistaken. Maybe you met one of my sisters. Sydney perhaps?"Cringing, I turn my head. Does she know about Sydney and me?
[Delilah]Angelica was a mess when I entered the room. Whatever Jude had said or done broke through the fragile shell of her concept of identity. Her grasp of reality has always been a bit tentative, but since coming back this time, she is often lost in a fog, not knowing what is real life and what is fantasy. Magnus really twisted her mind when he saved her from death. He needed her to be someone he could control, someone malleable. But going against someone's true nature is impossible. Angelica is still Angelica, even when she's Angel. "Who was that?" she demanded as soon as she saw me walk through the door. "That man?"She is holding a crystal vase in her hand. If it had been anyone other than me who walked through that door, she would have thrown it. Her confusion comes with an angry streak.Sadly, she trusts me to tell her the truth, so she hasn't harmed me...yet."Did he hurt you?" I take a fearless step forward, my arms outstretched as I move forward to hug her. She opens he
[Delilah]"Good, well I'm glad you like him," I wink. "I hope we'll get to see more of him." "Me too," she blushes, looking down at her hands. Interesting. I wonder if part of her still remembers Jude. From what I've learned, she loved him fiercely, enough to defy Magnus. As I leave the room, I hear my father's smooth, deep voice questioning one of the guards. When I turn the corner, I see him berating Jude, staring him down, demanding his credentials."Ah shit," I murmur, realizing I had forgotten to send his false credentials to Magnus' PA. My heels clatter as I rush forward, closing the gap between us. The two men look up from their discussion. "Oh Father, I see you met Mr. Summers!" I chuckle casually as I try to hide my anxiety. "Mr. Summers?" Magnus' brow furrows. "I don't remember approving a new guard.""Oh, he's someone I've been interviewing to manage Angel," I smile sweetly. "I had a feeling Tracy wouldn't last long. I'll send his credentials to Margot immediately," I p
[Cordelia]No phone. No way to let anyone know I'm in trouble. And no way to escape. "This was a terrible idea," I murmur under my breath so that my handler doesn't hear me. As this is my first day, they assigned me someone to help me make it to all of my classes. I think it is probably because I threw a bit of a fit when I realized they weren't going to let me leave. "But I'm a mother, and you took my phone. My son is at home with his grandparents. I need to let them know when I'll be home." I thought the administrators would have let me go until one of them pointed to something on my chart, nudging the others and nodding. "Sorry, Mrs. Steele. We need you to stay here and be 100% focused on your studies." His voice sounds concerned, but his eyes are blank and cold. There is nothing I can say that will sway him. "When you signed the contract, you agreed to our living situation," he explains, "Your admittance counselor surely went over all of this with you beforehand."When I tried
[Cordelia]Instinctually, as any mother would, I reach forward to comfort the child. Her eyes light up with hope as my hands touch her fevered brow. She is so delicate, so frail, with hair so white it is almost transparent and eyes the color of dark coals. "How did you get here, Sweetie?" I ask as I gently pat her hair down on either side of her face. She can't be more than 7 or 8. Seeing her like this makes me think of my own children and how vulnerable they are. Atlas thought he was sending us to safety. Instead we are right in the middle of the flames. The monitors attached to the girl show her heart rate is steady, and the IV in her arm is keeping her hydrated. But why is she in pain, what is the source?"She is in the final stages of leukemia," a voice announces through an intercom speaker placed somewhere overhead. "Her parents denied traditional medical care and decided to try alternative methods. That is where you come in.""How?" I shout at the unseen person. "I don't know
[Cordelia]The cold barrel of a gun presses against my back. They must be bluffing. They can't seriously mean to shoot me. Can they?"Continue to cure the girl, or we will shoot," the man standing behind me demands, his familiar voice no longer giving me hope."Sasha, what are you doing?" I hiss. "How could you...""Shhh," he whispers in my ear. "I'm doing my job. Trust me."Trust him? He's literally holding a gun to my back and he wants me to trust him. "Have you gone mad?"The sound of the safety clicking off is loud, reverberating through the room and I stiffen."Your hands on the patient, Mrs. Steele," the overhead voice urges. "Or my associate will give you something more personal to heal.""And if I refuse?""I'm sorry," is the only warning I get before Sasha fires the gun and I stumble forward, my body expecting the painful impact of the bullet at close range. Whatever he did will leave a bruise, but at least I'm not bleeding. "Close your eyes," he whispers. "I need to make
As soon as I stepped inside the room. I could see why Sasha begged me to be quiet. I had never seen anything as horrifying. The room was a lab of sorts, not very different from the morgue-like room I had been whisked away to before, except it was narrow and thin, curving slightly as it turned around the bend. In the center of the room were beds lined up about 6 feet apart, and on each bed was a child, woman, or man. Some looked like they were sleeping peacefully, others lay quietly, their faces twisted in pain. A few had giant wounds across their midsection, their flesh peeled back, revealing organs that were being monitored by cameras and other devices in a sort of slow study. The little girl was one of those victims, her face finally calm, but the spot where I had touched her sliced open to view. "This is monstrous," I couldn't help but gasp before clasping my hands over my mouth. "Can they feel this torture? How is this...?""The green fluid keeps them sleeping and also serves a