by Jen (dragonriderjenner at yahoo.com)
Longer chapters won't be happening for a while. Once I get
the basic plot and all the subplots down, I'll start on detailing the
events of the plots. They'll eventually come together, but not soon,
so don't hold your breath.
Tomorrow was the big day. The day that she’d been dreading, and
the day that she’d been awaiting for so long. The day that she would
finally be free of this vicious cycle. Finally. Finally.
You see, our Deidre has a secret. One well kept, and well
hidden. One that threatened to kill her. Because it’s not every day
that a young girl tries to play both sides.
To truly understand our Deidre’s situation, one must understand
the balance of power that lies in the criminal organizations of the
city of New London and how the New Scotland Yard has changed that
balance over the years.
It began with the destruction of London, thirty years before
the turn of the century. For ten years, the ruined city was a haven
for criminals. Organized crime was inevitable. Eventually, the many
gangs that formed fought for control of the city. Meanwhile, a new
police force was being set up, its purpose being to take back the city
from the gangs and make it safe for reconstruction. For seven years,
between 2080 and 2087, the gangs and the police warred over the
territories. During that time, a young girl was taken from the US
after her parents were killed and brought to London. But that is
another story. Then from the ether two young geniuses arose and led
their groups to triumph over all the other powers. For a time, the two
were at odds, for neither seemed to be able to outsmart the other.
However, they came to a mutual consensus, and made a deal with the New
Scotland Yard police force. They would let the city be rebuilt, but in
return, they would be allowed preside over a section of the city.
There was much debate over how much they should be allowed to control,
but the New Scotland Yard police had concocted a plan. They would give
them a large portion of the city, then would attack as the groups were
settling in. The plan went successfully, but the groups clung to half
the land they’d been given, and couldn’t be moved.
Deidre’s role came into play when she was forced, at the age of
nine, to pick sides. Thinking herself clever, she chose both, and
managed to evade notice for several years. When she met Mr. Sherlock
Holmes, she was trying to escape the role of errand girl her life
seemed to have turned into. As she gained faith in Mr. Holmes, she
became sloppy about her secrets and her duplicity was discovered.
Perhaps, had she not been in close connection with Mr. Sherlock
Holmes, she would’ve died. But instead, the two groups made her a
deal. They both saw something they could gain. In return for
information on Holmes, they would spare her life. Deidre could not
A Day in the Life: Deidre
It was the night before the delivery. Once, twice, three times
Deidre had checked the information she had copied off Mr. Holmes’
computer. And it had been so easy! Now all she had to do was deliver
the two identical disks to the heavies that were to be waiting at the
drop off point. All she’d have to do was follow the directions on the
sheet, hand the disks to the heavies, and leave, and she’d be free.
Free from the gang life.
Deidre took several deep, calming breaths and settled onto the
floor, cross-legged. Taking up the sheet of directions, she began to
memorize, committing the image of each short phrase to memory. ‘Start
at Folsom’, ‘Straight, two blocks’, ‘Left, one block’, ‘Right, three
blocks’, and so on until the last phrase, ‘Open 45 min.’ The hours
passed as Deidre carefully went over the list time and time again,
making sure to commit each direction to memory. This path was the only
path in the N.L. slums that was neutral at the moment. As long as she
stayed on that path, she was safe from all harm. And should she
Deidre slept very little that night. She awoke early and
attempted her morning meditation, only to fail miserably. She left the
house early and checked her watch, mapping out a schedule in her mind.
If she kept a steady pace, then she would arrive at the drop off point
by 11 AM. She hailed a taxi to where Folsom opened on York and started
Deidre paused and looked about warily, trying to find
something, anything, in the musty gloom. The grimy windows above her
let in half-hearted beams of sunlight, lighting the room just enough
so that one could find a way around the boxes and crates. Deidre began
to wander around dusty piles of half-toppled boxes and molding crates,
weaving her way to the center of the warehouse. She paused as she
entered the cleared away space in the center of the warehouse. Two men
were leaned against opposite crates, watching each other. Deidre
stepped forward between the two and held out a disk towards each of
them. Then, as if it had been coordinated, they moved towards her and
took the disks from her hands. Then they glanced at her, nodded, and
left their separate ways, through side doors.
As they disappeared into the shadowy maze of containers, Deidre
slumped and gusted out a sigh of relief. She looked around once more,
then left, a skip in her step and a soft song on her lips and tongue.
Had she looked closer, she would’ve seen two unconscious
bodies, one dressed down in black finery, the other dressed in garish
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