07-30-2018, 12:28 PM
The crowd grew, everyone milled about to get a look now that thing looked safe for them. It grew bigger. Then Jensen James pushed through and Ivan felt a sense of relief. The man knew him. Could vouch for him. He knew he didn't do this. Couldn't have.
James met his eyes and Ivan felt reassured. Despite his outward calm, the response of the crowd was getting to him. James offered healing. If nothing else, the poor woman would get help.
And then Ascendancy pushed through and relief flooded him. Despite everything, all that he'd felt, a part of him still believed. This man had been in his life for as long as he remembered. You don't just forget a person that, in many ways, was god. He'd know. He had to. Ivan had been there for him. Had saved his life, really. Ordered to, sure. But Ivan was trusted. Had been trusted with, well, the life of the empire. And Ivan came through.
The brief look and casual dismissal was like a stab through his heart. Ivan was stunned. The fuck?
In that moment, hatred filled Ivan, raw burning anger. Outside he showed nothing but a slight tightening of the eyes. But inside...it was as if an inferno raged, fiery angry winds buffeted him, scouring him from head to toe, burning away any remains of loyalty and trust.
His eyes took in the crowd, the rich and influential, their jewelry and silks and platinum, their power, bought and paid for, the Sphere, the Consulates, all pulling the strings, buying and paying for favors and justice while the little people scraped and scrounged, were preyed upon and exploited.
The CCD was a sham. This fucking empire was one huge joke. And Nikolai Brandon? The Ascendancy himself? He was the supreme hypocrite. He called himself their father? Ascendancy? Just thinking about that name....
What an arrogant asshole!!! Who does that? Who calls themselves Ascendancy? Seriously? What human being with a shred of decency and realism calls themselves the Ascendancy.
Every single doubt and question he had ever had in his life burned away in that fire.
"The Ascendancy" lost Ivan in that moment. Completely. Totally.
The guy was never gonna stop taking care of himself and those who sucked his dick., And the rest could die for all he cared.
Well Ivan cared. He'd do it, then. By any means necessary.
The black coats, pulled him away. Ivan knew what was coming. He had no rights. Taken to car, put in the back seat, one of the guys sitting with him, both still filled with the power, Ivan knew. The pressure of their strength fueled his rage.
Never again. By any means necessary. Never again. By any means necessary. It was a mantra he repeated to himself during the trip, at the security gate, the garage, the walk to the elevators. This time, the trip underground did not phase him. Oh he felt the pressure of the world above, the massive miles of rock overhead that normally made him uneasy. Not now. Not ever again.
The litany played in his mind as he was taken to an interrogation room. Again.
Again.
Again.
The words were forge, searing him to the core.
James met his eyes and Ivan felt reassured. Despite his outward calm, the response of the crowd was getting to him. James offered healing. If nothing else, the poor woman would get help.
And then Ascendancy pushed through and relief flooded him. Despite everything, all that he'd felt, a part of him still believed. This man had been in his life for as long as he remembered. You don't just forget a person that, in many ways, was god. He'd know. He had to. Ivan had been there for him. Had saved his life, really. Ordered to, sure. But Ivan was trusted. Had been trusted with, well, the life of the empire. And Ivan came through.
The brief look and casual dismissal was like a stab through his heart. Ivan was stunned. The fuck?
In that moment, hatred filled Ivan, raw burning anger. Outside he showed nothing but a slight tightening of the eyes. But inside...it was as if an inferno raged, fiery angry winds buffeted him, scouring him from head to toe, burning away any remains of loyalty and trust.
His eyes took in the crowd, the rich and influential, their jewelry and silks and platinum, their power, bought and paid for, the Sphere, the Consulates, all pulling the strings, buying and paying for favors and justice while the little people scraped and scrounged, were preyed upon and exploited.
The CCD was a sham. This fucking empire was one huge joke. And Nikolai Brandon? The Ascendancy himself? He was the supreme hypocrite. He called himself their father? Ascendancy? Just thinking about that name....
What an arrogant asshole!!! Who does that? Who calls themselves Ascendancy? Seriously? What human being with a shred of decency and realism calls themselves the Ascendancy.
Every single doubt and question he had ever had in his life burned away in that fire.
"The Ascendancy" lost Ivan in that moment. Completely. Totally.
The guy was never gonna stop taking care of himself and those who sucked his dick., And the rest could die for all he cared.
Well Ivan cared. He'd do it, then. By any means necessary.
The black coats, pulled him away. Ivan knew what was coming. He had no rights. Taken to car, put in the back seat, one of the guys sitting with him, both still filled with the power, Ivan knew. The pressure of their strength fueled his rage.
Never again. By any means necessary. Never again. By any means necessary. It was a mantra he repeated to himself during the trip, at the security gate, the garage, the walk to the elevators. This time, the trip underground did not phase him. Oh he felt the pressure of the world above, the massive miles of rock overhead that normally made him uneasy. Not now. Not ever again.
The litany played in his mind as he was taken to an interrogation room. Again.
Again.
Again.
The words were forge, searing him to the core.