Chapter 3: Part 2: Plotbound

January 6, 2598 | 11:15 a.m. Saturday late morning

Gun powder filling the air with the sickening sweet scent with a copper undertone is how I remember it. How I remember the fighting, or rather the war that was being waged on innocent lives. The government's own military turned towards the civilians they were supposed to protect, many defected to keep their solemn oath. The ones who continued to follow blindly cut down their own as well as the ones they swore to protect. The key to stopping that from happening is having a strong resistance to leaders such as that.

Is that why she is familiar to me? Did she fight by my side in some form of resistance? Was that when I met her? Is it when Sorina first came into my life?

I had to take a break before I coming back to the research. Seeing that photo. I couldn't place it. I knew her. I just knew that I had seen her or met her before. It was only when I decided to take a moment to take a deep breath as I closed my eyes for a moment. As I exhaled I began to remember that I did know a young vampiric woman that was called Sorina. Whether or not that was her actual name was another issue altogether.

This freedom fight, or resistance leader as some would call her, was the spitting image of the vampiric woman I had met. At that time Sorina was around 300 or so. I doubt this would be an offspring, nor would it be a descendant of the human bloodline from her. From what I recall, Sorina's entire human bloodline was killed off due to some situation of the times. She was rather vague on that.

The more research I have been conducting shows me that she hasn't changed one bit. She was known as the most compassionate, empathic, as well as fierce leader of the resistance. I wish I could say that I am surprised, yet I am not at all.

From what I remember, Sorina was always the first person to run into the burning building to save anyone that was left inside. She would make sure that every single person was safe, not to mention give the shirt off her back to make sure those around her were taken care of. Give. Give. Give. There was nothing she wouldn't do to make sure everyone had a fair chance. Seeing that she was one of the first to start fighting was no surprise.

One article stated that the kind leader had began fighting for one reason alone, she saw a child crying. That alone would set most sensible people off, myself included. I believe even the most apathetic person would fight for a child. I should know considering I feel that I am highly apathic at this moment in my life.

Digressing once again. I swear that will most likely fix itself. Where was I?

Right. Sorina and the resistance. She never does anything without a purpose. Throughout the articles, every journalist tended to agree that Sorina was the one leader to trust above all else. Mostly because she had the kindest heart. Her husband, Valo, stayed at her side. Silent, stoic, and a force to be reckoned with. I couldn't tell you if he was human or not.

Dropping her arms down to her side, Omnia looked up to the ceiling with a heavy sigh. There was a part of her that didn't want to continue with the mundane research on how they all began. She also knew that it was important to learn what happened. To educate herself on the past and present.

It was obvious that the four of them were the organizers for the resistance movement. Omnia was more concerned about what happened to them. Where were they? Were they all deceased? She planned on finding out in hopes to contact them. The thought process was slightly simplistic. At least in theory.

If she could find where they all were, then Omnia could meet up to speak with them. Hoping to free everyone from those in charge. One issue though. Everything she was finding did not point to any clues to what became of most of them. Tossing the papers on to the desk she let out a groan of pure exhaustion. The fact that she had been awake since the previous day was finally taking its toll on her.

After a bit more research, followed by multiple grumbles beneath her breath she came to the conclusion that a catnap was in store for her. Wasting no time, Omnia glanced at the image of the four resistance leaders as she laid her head down, her arms folded beneath. Most creatures like Somniare Omnia did not have dreams, nor did they truly sleep. The ability lost on them. However, she was not like most of her species.

As sleep gripped her, Omnia began to dream.

January 6, 2598 | 1:42 p.m. Saturday afternoon

Emerald eyes, golden eyes, baby blues, and crimson eyes stared at me. The four leaders stood in front of me. Then there was a pair of familiar crystal blue eyes. Nen stood in the middle of them all. It was his crystal blue eyes staring directly into my soul. It felt so real in the moment. I could feel his life once more. Hear his raspy voice once more. He kept repeating something. Over and over, however, I was not paying attention at first. Instead, I was looking at the others by his side.

The emerald eyes belonged to a blonde woman with slightly tan skin. I would say she was kissed by the sun. Had to be Noe. The golden eyed man was next to her, his long brown locks hanging down covering some of his dark tanned skin. To me they were both very beautiful. Perhaps it was because they stood there in my dream full of life. From what I could gather this man would be Lorcan, the fourth leader that stood up against Andromeda Morganite. He towered over Noe with a look of protectiveness. I could see the fire in his eyes.

On the other side of Nen there were the other two. Sorina, the crimson eyes angel with dark almost black hair that was shoulder length and beautifully wavy. Her soft brown skin showing beneath the glow of her eyes. Next to her, holding her hand was who I figured to be Valo. Much like Noe, his hair was tight and uniform in a way. However, his hair was cut fairly short, slicked back, and what I would consider dark blond. Valo's skin tone matched Nen's, looking like he had been in the sun day after day. From what I have observed it would be called an olive skin tone. Valo stood with Sorina in his arms, protecting her from harm.

Once I paid attention to Nen's words I could hear that it was a warning. He said, and I quote, "be weary of those who are in power. Protect those who resist. Fight with them by their side. Above all, do not let yourself fall into the wrong hands." I was fine until the very last part when he uttered, "I love you, my dear Somniare." I woke up to crystal blue tears stinging my eyes.

Enough about Nen. He would never appear in my dream without a reason. After all that was the first time in centuries I had a dream, and a dream of him no less. On to what I have found out about what has happened to Noe, Lorcan, Sorina, and Valo.

From one particular document that was on the computer, it detailed what President Morganite set up for the resistance. It took her about 5 years into her stent as a "leader." If you can call her that. She was and is smart. I will give her that much credit, because she looked for their weak links. I say that rather loosely. The fact is, it states that she made a trap using their collective weakness. What would get them angry enough to band together in one place? It just so happened that going after the venerable would do just that. Anyone would have fallen for it, if they had an ounce of compassion.

It was an ambush. Didn't matter if they were smart with their tactics. From reports, Sorina was the most stealthy of the four, while Lorcan was the most formidable fighter. Valo was the most agile and Noe was rather handy with ranged weapons. I know Sorina was handy with ranged weapons as well. It didn't matter. Sorina was the first to enter the building from the rooftop. The only reason why any of this is known, was because of Morganite. She wanted to take photographs for proof of their failure. Of the resistance failing to protect. Sorina was laid out on the rooftop, Valo struggling to get to her. The imagery was almost too painful. Lorcan somehow escaped the trap with nothing more than some gunshot wounds.

No one knows if he is still alive or if he perished due to his injuries. Noe was no where to be found either. All that was found of her at the scene was an arm. If she survived, she will be lucky to have lived through an injury as grave as that without proper medical treatment.

That was at least 10 years ago. The fall of the resistance was made into a national holiday by the vile woman. In her belief she rid the world of a terrorist group, when the fact of the matter was they were the ones trying to set things right. It's important to be said that the four of them were not the only people there that day. They were never without a small army at their side. Most of the people who went with them were killed or captured, just to be executed on live broadcast.

Step one: find out if Lorcan and Noe are still alive. If they are, where can I find them?

Step two: find out for certain if Sorina is actually deceased. Sorina was not human, I find it hard to believe that she would have stayed down for very long.

Step three: where is Valo? There is no mention whether he was killed, or imprisoned. There is nothing at all on what happened to him.

Now, the next few questions are going to determine what I do next. Since there is still a small resistance movement going, who is in charge of it? What did Mors take, supposedly? That will be the interesting thing to find out. I need to ask him a few questions before I continue. I think finding out who is in charge if the resistance is still going strong shall wait for now. Mors may have all the answers I need.

The pen was placed down once more, resting on the page she had been on. She wasted no time in walking to the door to ask Mr. Denholm if Mors would be allowed in so she can conduct some research with a situation that concerns him. Upon opening the door she let out a gasp as she saw Allard Denholm reaching for the knob. For a moment they stared at one another in shock from being greeted by each other.

"Mr. Denholm. I was just about to ask you if Mors could join me. I need to speak with him." Omnia could tell that Mr. Denholm wanted to be the first to speak, yet she was faster. A skill she had since she was young, which had gotten her in quite a bit of trouble.

There was an audible sigh from Mr. Denholm as he looked back at Mors, who was hiding behind a bookshelf. As he turned his gaze back to Omnia, he gave a nod. "I suppose that could be alright. I didn't mean to startle you my dear. From what that letter stated, you have a special diet. I was concerned with you being cooped up for so long that you may be getting hungry." His voice was shaky though there was a sweet concern that Omnia was able to hear.

"I see. My diet is special indeed. Mors can assist with that if he is willing." Though the smile was forced, she still gave Mr. Denholm a warm smile. As warm as she could manage. "Would it be alright if I take Mors in there with me? I promise it shouldn't take much longer." Ever since she had woken up, she struggled with apathy yet she was becoming good with mimicking what she had seen from the tenants at the Stardust.

Mr. Denholm reluctantly decided to let Mors back into the room with Omnia. From what she could gather, he did not want to deal with the fall out of her starving. Apparently the letter Orion sent went into details on how Omnia saved the Stardust. Or at least that is what she figured must have been the case. To her it made perfect sense, even if it were not actually fact.

Once again she sat at the computer with the glow of the harsh blue light. Mors carried a chair in with him before the door was shut, which he placed in front of Omnia. There the two sat in front of one another, Omnia's back to the computer. Gently tucking away a strand of his purple-black hair, Mors smiled at Omnia. His smile showing white sharp canines. They happened to be brighter than his skin tone. He already looked slightly more pale than Omnia did. They both knew it. What either one did not know was what the other was thinking. Minutes slipped by as Omnia studied every little twitch from Mors. Of course she assumed he would be doing exactly the same thing with her. Though she couldn't be sure.

"Mors." Her voice seemed to waiver slightly, as if she was saying the wrong name.

With a chuckle Mors smiled more. She figured it was because of her tone of voice. "Yes, Omnia? You do not appear frightened, but you sound like something is worrying you."

"Your name. It is for sure Mors?" Grimacing at her question she knew she should have asked something more prudent to the situation instead of something more trivial.

"My name?" Another chuckle left his lips as he gave a nod. "Yes. It is my name. Mors, the sunronian of agony. I do not lie one bit. Now, we both know that is not what we are in here for, Omnia. I would suggest you focus on that." His eyes roamed up and down, studying her every move. "I am going to take a wild guess and say you wish to know why they are after me. Is that correct?"

Omnia didn't have to say a word, a simple nod provided his answer.

"I don't know. I truly do not know why she thought I took something from her. Did you find anything from recent news that states anything? Perhaps if I had a clue I could say if it is true or not." For a moment he glanced at the computer as if hoping to get the answer he was looking for.

Much to his surprise Omnia spun around to face the computer as he had glanced. She let out sigh as she began to pull of something on the screen. "That's the thing, Mors. I am not sure. There are reports that state you are a fugitive. Honestly they don't even have an image of you. Which means it may not truly be you they are after. This article." She glanced at him as she pointed to the screen to an article stating 'The Andromeda Journal is missing.'

"I stole a journal?" Omnia had never seen someone roll their eyes so hard in her many lifetimes before. "That is the most absurd thing I have ever heard. Why would anyone steal something like that?"

Turning back to the monitor she began to explain what she had been reading. "That is the weird thing. According to this, yes. You stole a journal. However it seems like there were other journalist stating the journal was nothing more than a decoy. Their theory seems to be that there was something else." The moment she clicked away from the article she spun to face Mors again. "I need to know where you appeared in this world for the first time."

January 6, 2598 | 2:30 p.m. Saturday afternoon

Mors was a decent source of information; for the most part. I will admit that he isn't just a beautiful face, then again beauty doesn't always mean a person is unintelligent. I digress, which I seem to do in every single entry. I swear I annoy myself. Apologies.

Back to what I was stating. Mors is a decent source, considering he told me that he appeared in Andromeda Morganite's home one evening. Now, he isn't really sure about the date he appeared. He believes it was at least around the same time I woke up from my confinement.

I must say that it is rather intriguing that he came to this location specifically so close to my resurgence. Perhaps it is a sign that we are needed here for these people. I cannot be for certain. However, what I am certain of is the fact that he claims he took nothing. Though he did state there was someone he helped out of a cage.

A man with baby blue eyes and dark blond hair.

Valo is alive. Half starved, not to mention slightly unhinged according to Mors. When I asked where this man he rescued went, he stated that Valo ran into towards some woods claiming his wife was waiting for him. That must mean Sorina could be alive. Which means we might be able to find two out of the four leaders in some sort of wooded area. I need a map.

There is some sort of what I can only describe as giddiness. Things were finally beginning to fall into place.

It also gives the answer of what Mors took. He freed a prisoner. To be honest, I would be angry too if one of my greatest threats happened to be freed after 10 years of being free from that threat. Thankfully I am not in her shoes. Nor would I desire to be.

Once Mors realized what he has done, there was a look of pride in those violet eyes of his. They seemed to shimmer like a vampire's eyes, which was rather enlightening to see. It is refreshing to see someone proud of freeing someone. In the past I have seen many celebrate the opposite of that.

Well, step two and three are technically complete after speaking to Mors. Sorina is presumed alive until it is proven to be false hope. Step one is still going to be finding out what happened to Noe and Lorcan. Which brings me to the revised steps or a to-do list.

Step one: find Noe and Lorcan. Still need to figure out if they are alive.

Step two: find what woods Valo is stating Sorina is hiding in. Perhaps Noe and Lorcan will be hiding there too.

Step three: begin to plan a better resistance to take Andromeda's power.

Once again it sounds so simple. The hardest part is coming up with a plan. Though I am sure with everyone putting their heads together we will be able to come up with something solid. I don't want to have to use Verity if I can help it. This is something humans must do without that kind of power. Plus, there is always someone out there looking to abuse such an ability. I am not going to put a price tag on my head. Nen taught me better than that. After all, I have already done a lot to hide what I can do.

Just a thought. I wonder if there is anything Mors hasn't thought to mention about his encounter with Valo. Okay. I need to ask him real fast before we start to head back.

With her mind swirling of a million different thoughts, Omnia closed her journal, put the pen away, then turned to face Mors with a look of curiousness in her eyes. "I need you to do me a huge favor and attempt to think about that conversation with Valo. Is there anything he randomly stated? A name? Perhaps a word that sounded strange? He could have said something without context that would sound insane to you." She watched as Mors thought long and hard about her question.

After approximately 10 minutes of aggravating silence, Mors broke the silence with a single word. "Maidwick."