Re: Little Napoleon pt 2, mature, pg 13, ch30, cc, 11/4/2012
Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 3:14 pm
Begonia9508: Serena is a character which writers can describe as they wish. No, Ceeya is even more mysterious. She is a mutation of pure Antarians. Watch her character grow in the next few chapters.
mary mary: Ceeya is a powerful Anterian mutation. I think there is one comment where she compares herself to Tess who in this story was not Antarian, but something else. If you follow "Castle," or "Mentalist," you will see the captain kissing up to political figures. As for our country, I am too old for revolution. Misha has promised me shack down in Guatemala. I need a reverse coyote to get Carole and me there. Guess then i would have to go back to teaching math.
Keepsmiling7: It is said that the hands of the king are healing, but even these hands will have to crawl through the mud before they reach the throne. It is dirty work
Chapter 31
The king had stated that he felt her probing his mind. What he felt, she had done on purpose. The real probe, he hadn’t felt at all. Meeting the sister of the king had been a challenge. She was a lot better at mind games. Still, she wasn’t a match for Ceeya. It was Tess who was the real pro.
Ceeya had quickly flipped through all the lovers, which Isabel had had. She had lived the experiences, good and bad, that made up the old Isabel. At first, she marveled at the change in Isabel. Then, she realized that Isabel had bent to the machine, the machine that Ceeya’s people barely acknowledged.
Ceeya marveled that Isabel could make such a change. Ceeya hadn’t yet taken her first lover. Her mental ability scared the men of the village. Part of the reason her father had lent her to the humans was the hope she could find something that wasn’t of the village and probably not of any village.
Ceeya saw a dark side to the king’s sister, most of which came from her alien side. She saw the Vilandra side. Ceeya wondered how many knew all of this side. Vilandra, who had been filled by a selfish lust, was nothing like the Isabel of the tabloids. The Isabel of the tabloid was playing with her lovers. Vilandra, on the other hand, wanted something and even Kivar could not give it to her. Going to Nicholas and releasing herself to him had given her something.
It was Tess who confused Ceeya the most. Genetically Tess was the most alien, but, Tess embraced her human side the strongest. The first thing Ceeya saw was that Tess had no Antarian genes. She was something else. Ceeya didn’t have the experience to yet understand this. Ceeya once had seen Nicholas when he had visited their village. Nicholas was an evil monster. There was nothing Antarian about him, either. To herself, Ceeya saw that the strangest thing about Nicholas was that he was dedicated to Kivar. Ceeya never let on to anyone else what she saw. There was nothing human in his makeup. Now, the Tess clone had human traits and that was what she lived with. Ceeya had no doubt that Tess could fully use whatever were her other traits in a very ruthless manner.
They studied Ceeya, they lectured her and they gave her all the information they had on where they hoped the queen was being kept. It was the human, Alex, who drove her to within a mile or so of the place she was to invade. By the time, he had dropped her off and wished her luck, Ceeya had cataloged everything she could in both his mind and his memory. Ceeya was sure that he felt nothing the whole time.
Entering the compound was simple. Using her powers would have instantly alerted Kazan. A human wire cutter worked just fine. Now, she used the ability, which gave her the most notoriety in the village.
In a society where everyone knew the approximate location and activity of everyone else, for one member to drop off their grid was disconcerting. For that same member to be able to sense every member of that society and their most intimate feelings at the same time was irritating. Many times, the villagers would lose track of Ceeya; then, learn she had mentally been spying on them. Not knowing where she was, they had no defense for keeping her out of their minds.
Ceeya made her way into the facility. For several minutes, she stood quietly as she surveyed her surroundings. There was a human in a second floor storeroom. He was sorting out drugs and needles that had, for unknown reasons, been left behind when the building was abandoned. Ceeya didn’t know that José’s cousin hadn’t quite left for Mexico, yet. He wanted to take a few things with him first. There was a powerful Antarian presence. He was on the first floor of the basement. He knew that there was an emergency street repair about a mile from the building. He wasn’t fooled, the men were all Antarian. They were blindly searching. He probably would have to move his captive soon. He was sure that he still had several more days. There was another presence, which she could neither identify nor exactly locate. Was that the queen? Probably not since the presence moved. Ceeya couldn’t tell where it moved, but she imagined the queen would be held still in some way. Ceeya already had enough information to return to the humans. She was sure that the queen was the captive. Kazan left from time to time. There was an unknown presence she couldn’t identify. Her own curiosity propelled her on.
The first floor of the basement was the most difficult. Somewhere on this floor, Kazan was wandering around. The second and the third floor were simple. As far as she could tell the second floor was empty of all life except for the rodents and other night creatures. Ceeya found the third lower floor to be confusing. Her super sharp hearing detected some one talking. It was a one sided conversation. She couldn’t make out anyone answering. There was something else.
This had to be the foundation of the building. Some of the area beneath her feet was concrete, but much of it was just dirt. The room was deathly still except for the one sided talking. Ceeya made her way along the wall. Her senses tuned as sharply as she could get them. Finally, she made it to a closed room, which looked like it had been built after the rest of the building. This room was where the voice was coming from. It was dark in the room. Well, it was dark in the entire basement. Only her senses could navigate without sight.
Listening to the voice, Ceeya made out that the voice was discussing Isabel and Tess. The voice was carrying on a one sided conversation about morals, life-styles and there had been some mention of Nicolas. Ceeya whispered, “Your majesty,” and the voice went instantly quiet.
The voice was heard no more, but it did open whomever was on the other side of the door to Ceeya’s senses.
Ceeya had found out enough. Now, to get safely out. It was on the second floor of the basement that it happened. A hand had been clapped across her mouth and one arm around her middle, just below her breasts. She was pulled tightly against a warm body. Try as hard as she could, she couldn’t sense a thing. If the physical contact hadn’t been so strong, she might have doubted some one was here at all. This had never happened to Ceeya in her entire lifetime of stirring up her village.
A hoarse voice whispered in her ear. “Tell Alex he has to move within two days. Any later and she will be gone.”
As fast as it had happened, the hand and arm were both gone. Ceeya quickly turned and found nothing behind her except for the solid wall.
The first floor of the basement, where she had felt the Antarian presence was now empty. The Antarian had gone out. Ceeya would have to be careful as she made her way outside. The Antarian might be waiting and watching outside. At the ground floor she had to wait until the human she had sensed before carried his bag of plunder out of the building. She could sense his thoughts of Mexico. His regret was that there he didn’t have someone there like his cousin, José, to get him out of trouble.
Through the fence and keeping to the shadows, she made her way to the emergency construction site. “Take me to the police station,” she demanded.
Sitting on a rooftop, he couldn’t make out who the intruder was. Piss on the fucking alien. Shellow had now embraced the Coven of Enlightenment. It was that damned alien who was partnering with them. Damned alien was so sure of himself and here was an intruder who had been running all around the facility the whole evening. Aaron had told Doug that he would be working with the coven, but Aaron was the only person Doug had to answer to. Even the coven didn’t completely trust that alien. Doug didn’t feel any obligation to tell the arrogant bastard that he had a spy right beside him.
Sergeant Kaminski was a friend of the now deceased O’Brian. He might not see the world in terms of Irish, but he was a Polish Catholic. O’Brian had always said that when men in blue fell in the line of duty, they instantly became saints in that police station in heaven. Kaminski’s priest had always said that it was pretentious for O’Brian to say that. Saints were declared by the Vatican. Kaminski would bet that his priest had never been 10-33 in a run away squad car, had never cleared a bar fight, either. When it came to catechism, Kaminski would follow O’Brian. That O’Brian had been killed at this very desk made Kaminski place his duty gun on the middle of the desk. Weirdo comes in to steal one of his officers, he would plant the SOB right where he stood. Fucking bastard, he not only had killed O’Brian, but he has also taken Little Napoleon. Kaminski knew that Captain Whitman was up in his office sleeping. He had been doing this the last few days. A wife like he had and spending the night at the station, either there was trouble at the Whitman’s or something big was brewing.
Ceeya, dressed in black tights, sweater and watch cap appeared at the station door. The hair on the back of Kaminiski’s neck rose like the mane on a Rhodesian Ridgeback. “Girly, just freeze your ass right there. This is a po-leece station and you just don’t come running in here without a by-your-leave,” Kaminski shouted.
“Get Captain Whitman down here fast,” she ordered.
“Miss, your just sit your butt down on that bench while I call the captain,” Kaminski stated.
Ceeya didn’t have any choice. She could have taken the old sergeant out easily, but even Ceeya understood that she couldn’t go demanding things from strangers. You couldn’t kill everyone who annoyed you.
Alex came running from the elevator. Frankly, he looked like hell. Even the better quality suits he now bought, didn’t take well to sleeping in your clothes. No longer did Alex chose his own clothes at Sears Robuck. Isabel had a hand in everything he did. “Hey, Kaminski, she is on our side,” he shouted. As they hurried to the elevator, Alex turned to the sergeant. “Kaminski, she was never here, understand!” the captain said emphatically. With that, they were quickly gone upstairs.
Kaminski shook his head. Some more of that hush, hush stuff. Maybe, that slip of a girl had information on the O’Brian murder. If she did, Kaminski would love to be ten years younger. Taking that cop killer down would be a pleasure. Whoever he was, Kaminski hoped he was slow raising his hands. Pull that stuff in front of the chief’s SWAT boys, and they would shoot him to rag dolls.
“Kyle, Tess and Isabel are on their way. What did you find?” he asked.
“Before any one else comes, I got a message,” Ceeya said.
“What?” Alex asked.
“Does the name Zapata, mean anything to you?” she asked.
“Did he give you that name?” the captain asked.
“No, it was just an impression I got. I never saw him. He came up behind me. I wouldn’t have thought anyone could do that. I don’t think he is human,” she was explaining.
“The message, the message,” the captain entreated. “What did he say?”
“He said,” Ceeya was careful. ‘Tell Alex he has to move within two days. Any later and she will be gone.’ I didn’t understand it and he disappeared too fast for me to ask again.” Ceeya retorted. Then, she asked, “What is he? I would bet he wasn’t Antarian. He didn’t have the feel of the people. No way, could he be human. No one has ever snuck up behind me before.”
Alex said, “Look, don’t mention this to anyone. We will not discuss anything else you saw or sensed. I will decide how to impart this information to the others.”
Ceeya noticed her question went unanswered.
“Kyle spoke up. “Should you call Evans?” he asked.
“No, and I didn’t call DeLuca or Guerin either. Let them rest if they can. We can call them when we decide what we are going to do. Ceeya thinks she may have spoken to Liz. Liz is probably in bad shape. We have to get her out within two days. I don’t think she can hold out much longer than that,” Alex told them.
Ceeya saw how Alex wove the message into the intelligence he gave them. It seemed that only the two of them knew anything about Zapata.
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Her world has changed. There is no place for her in it. The royal children wouldn't be left here without a means of escape. That is Kathleen topolsky's only chance. She must leave with them.
The Life and Death of Kathleen Topolsky
mary mary: Ceeya is a powerful Anterian mutation. I think there is one comment where she compares herself to Tess who in this story was not Antarian, but something else. If you follow "Castle," or "Mentalist," you will see the captain kissing up to political figures. As for our country, I am too old for revolution. Misha has promised me shack down in Guatemala. I need a reverse coyote to get Carole and me there. Guess then i would have to go back to teaching math.
Keepsmiling7: It is said that the hands of the king are healing, but even these hands will have to crawl through the mud before they reach the throne. It is dirty work
Chapter 31
The king had stated that he felt her probing his mind. What he felt, she had done on purpose. The real probe, he hadn’t felt at all. Meeting the sister of the king had been a challenge. She was a lot better at mind games. Still, she wasn’t a match for Ceeya. It was Tess who was the real pro.
Ceeya had quickly flipped through all the lovers, which Isabel had had. She had lived the experiences, good and bad, that made up the old Isabel. At first, she marveled at the change in Isabel. Then, she realized that Isabel had bent to the machine, the machine that Ceeya’s people barely acknowledged.
Ceeya marveled that Isabel could make such a change. Ceeya hadn’t yet taken her first lover. Her mental ability scared the men of the village. Part of the reason her father had lent her to the humans was the hope she could find something that wasn’t of the village and probably not of any village.
Ceeya saw a dark side to the king’s sister, most of which came from her alien side. She saw the Vilandra side. Ceeya wondered how many knew all of this side. Vilandra, who had been filled by a selfish lust, was nothing like the Isabel of the tabloids. The Isabel of the tabloid was playing with her lovers. Vilandra, on the other hand, wanted something and even Kivar could not give it to her. Going to Nicholas and releasing herself to him had given her something.
It was Tess who confused Ceeya the most. Genetically Tess was the most alien, but, Tess embraced her human side the strongest. The first thing Ceeya saw was that Tess had no Antarian genes. She was something else. Ceeya didn’t have the experience to yet understand this. Ceeya once had seen Nicholas when he had visited their village. Nicholas was an evil monster. There was nothing Antarian about him, either. To herself, Ceeya saw that the strangest thing about Nicholas was that he was dedicated to Kivar. Ceeya never let on to anyone else what she saw. There was nothing human in his makeup. Now, the Tess clone had human traits and that was what she lived with. Ceeya had no doubt that Tess could fully use whatever were her other traits in a very ruthless manner.
They studied Ceeya, they lectured her and they gave her all the information they had on where they hoped the queen was being kept. It was the human, Alex, who drove her to within a mile or so of the place she was to invade. By the time, he had dropped her off and wished her luck, Ceeya had cataloged everything she could in both his mind and his memory. Ceeya was sure that he felt nothing the whole time.
Entering the compound was simple. Using her powers would have instantly alerted Kazan. A human wire cutter worked just fine. Now, she used the ability, which gave her the most notoriety in the village.
In a society where everyone knew the approximate location and activity of everyone else, for one member to drop off their grid was disconcerting. For that same member to be able to sense every member of that society and their most intimate feelings at the same time was irritating. Many times, the villagers would lose track of Ceeya; then, learn she had mentally been spying on them. Not knowing where she was, they had no defense for keeping her out of their minds.
Ceeya made her way into the facility. For several minutes, she stood quietly as she surveyed her surroundings. There was a human in a second floor storeroom. He was sorting out drugs and needles that had, for unknown reasons, been left behind when the building was abandoned. Ceeya didn’t know that José’s cousin hadn’t quite left for Mexico, yet. He wanted to take a few things with him first. There was a powerful Antarian presence. He was on the first floor of the basement. He knew that there was an emergency street repair about a mile from the building. He wasn’t fooled, the men were all Antarian. They were blindly searching. He probably would have to move his captive soon. He was sure that he still had several more days. There was another presence, which she could neither identify nor exactly locate. Was that the queen? Probably not since the presence moved. Ceeya couldn’t tell where it moved, but she imagined the queen would be held still in some way. Ceeya already had enough information to return to the humans. She was sure that the queen was the captive. Kazan left from time to time. There was an unknown presence she couldn’t identify. Her own curiosity propelled her on.
The first floor of the basement was the most difficult. Somewhere on this floor, Kazan was wandering around. The second and the third floor were simple. As far as she could tell the second floor was empty of all life except for the rodents and other night creatures. Ceeya found the third lower floor to be confusing. Her super sharp hearing detected some one talking. It was a one sided conversation. She couldn’t make out anyone answering. There was something else.
This had to be the foundation of the building. Some of the area beneath her feet was concrete, but much of it was just dirt. The room was deathly still except for the one sided talking. Ceeya made her way along the wall. Her senses tuned as sharply as she could get them. Finally, she made it to a closed room, which looked like it had been built after the rest of the building. This room was where the voice was coming from. It was dark in the room. Well, it was dark in the entire basement. Only her senses could navigate without sight.
Listening to the voice, Ceeya made out that the voice was discussing Isabel and Tess. The voice was carrying on a one sided conversation about morals, life-styles and there had been some mention of Nicolas. Ceeya whispered, “Your majesty,” and the voice went instantly quiet.
The voice was heard no more, but it did open whomever was on the other side of the door to Ceeya’s senses.
Ceeya had found out enough. Now, to get safely out. It was on the second floor of the basement that it happened. A hand had been clapped across her mouth and one arm around her middle, just below her breasts. She was pulled tightly against a warm body. Try as hard as she could, she couldn’t sense a thing. If the physical contact hadn’t been so strong, she might have doubted some one was here at all. This had never happened to Ceeya in her entire lifetime of stirring up her village.
A hoarse voice whispered in her ear. “Tell Alex he has to move within two days. Any later and she will be gone.”
As fast as it had happened, the hand and arm were both gone. Ceeya quickly turned and found nothing behind her except for the solid wall.
The first floor of the basement, where she had felt the Antarian presence was now empty. The Antarian had gone out. Ceeya would have to be careful as she made her way outside. The Antarian might be waiting and watching outside. At the ground floor she had to wait until the human she had sensed before carried his bag of plunder out of the building. She could sense his thoughts of Mexico. His regret was that there he didn’t have someone there like his cousin, José, to get him out of trouble.
Through the fence and keeping to the shadows, she made her way to the emergency construction site. “Take me to the police station,” she demanded.
Sitting on a rooftop, he couldn’t make out who the intruder was. Piss on the fucking alien. Shellow had now embraced the Coven of Enlightenment. It was that damned alien who was partnering with them. Damned alien was so sure of himself and here was an intruder who had been running all around the facility the whole evening. Aaron had told Doug that he would be working with the coven, but Aaron was the only person Doug had to answer to. Even the coven didn’t completely trust that alien. Doug didn’t feel any obligation to tell the arrogant bastard that he had a spy right beside him.
Sergeant Kaminski was a friend of the now deceased O’Brian. He might not see the world in terms of Irish, but he was a Polish Catholic. O’Brian had always said that when men in blue fell in the line of duty, they instantly became saints in that police station in heaven. Kaminski’s priest had always said that it was pretentious for O’Brian to say that. Saints were declared by the Vatican. Kaminski would bet that his priest had never been 10-33 in a run away squad car, had never cleared a bar fight, either. When it came to catechism, Kaminski would follow O’Brian. That O’Brian had been killed at this very desk made Kaminski place his duty gun on the middle of the desk. Weirdo comes in to steal one of his officers, he would plant the SOB right where he stood. Fucking bastard, he not only had killed O’Brian, but he has also taken Little Napoleon. Kaminski knew that Captain Whitman was up in his office sleeping. He had been doing this the last few days. A wife like he had and spending the night at the station, either there was trouble at the Whitman’s or something big was brewing.
Ceeya, dressed in black tights, sweater and watch cap appeared at the station door. The hair on the back of Kaminiski’s neck rose like the mane on a Rhodesian Ridgeback. “Girly, just freeze your ass right there. This is a po-leece station and you just don’t come running in here without a by-your-leave,” Kaminski shouted.
“Get Captain Whitman down here fast,” she ordered.
“Miss, your just sit your butt down on that bench while I call the captain,” Kaminski stated.
Ceeya didn’t have any choice. She could have taken the old sergeant out easily, but even Ceeya understood that she couldn’t go demanding things from strangers. You couldn’t kill everyone who annoyed you.
Alex came running from the elevator. Frankly, he looked like hell. Even the better quality suits he now bought, didn’t take well to sleeping in your clothes. No longer did Alex chose his own clothes at Sears Robuck. Isabel had a hand in everything he did. “Hey, Kaminski, she is on our side,” he shouted. As they hurried to the elevator, Alex turned to the sergeant. “Kaminski, she was never here, understand!” the captain said emphatically. With that, they were quickly gone upstairs.
Kaminski shook his head. Some more of that hush, hush stuff. Maybe, that slip of a girl had information on the O’Brian murder. If she did, Kaminski would love to be ten years younger. Taking that cop killer down would be a pleasure. Whoever he was, Kaminski hoped he was slow raising his hands. Pull that stuff in front of the chief’s SWAT boys, and they would shoot him to rag dolls.
“Kyle, Tess and Isabel are on their way. What did you find?” he asked.
“Before any one else comes, I got a message,” Ceeya said.
“What?” Alex asked.
“Does the name Zapata, mean anything to you?” she asked.
“Did he give you that name?” the captain asked.
“No, it was just an impression I got. I never saw him. He came up behind me. I wouldn’t have thought anyone could do that. I don’t think he is human,” she was explaining.
“The message, the message,” the captain entreated. “What did he say?”
“He said,” Ceeya was careful. ‘Tell Alex he has to move within two days. Any later and she will be gone.’ I didn’t understand it and he disappeared too fast for me to ask again.” Ceeya retorted. Then, she asked, “What is he? I would bet he wasn’t Antarian. He didn’t have the feel of the people. No way, could he be human. No one has ever snuck up behind me before.”
Alex said, “Look, don’t mention this to anyone. We will not discuss anything else you saw or sensed. I will decide how to impart this information to the others.”
Ceeya noticed her question went unanswered.
“Kyle spoke up. “Should you call Evans?” he asked.
“No, and I didn’t call DeLuca or Guerin either. Let them rest if they can. We can call them when we decide what we are going to do. Ceeya thinks she may have spoken to Liz. Liz is probably in bad shape. We have to get her out within two days. I don’t think she can hold out much longer than that,” Alex told them.
Ceeya saw how Alex wove the message into the intelligence he gave them. It seemed that only the two of them knew anything about Zapata.
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Her world has changed. There is no place for her in it. The royal children wouldn't be left here without a means of escape. That is Kathleen topolsky's only chance. She must leave with them.
The Life and Death of Kathleen Topolsky