Jessica-Clarke

"Behold, the day of the Lord cometh, cruel both with wrath and fierce anger." Isaiah 13:9

[georgia-jereau]

God's Gonna Cut You Down || Gideon & Jessica

[georgia-jereau]

Gideon’s eyes blaze with a white light and the markings visible on his skin begin to glow softly, as if the combat the darkness creeping up his body. It demands silence, and then asks a question, but Gideon continues to speak. “Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis. Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine-“ Gideon’s voice is once again cut off as a hand wraps around his throat. It hurts all the more since the windpipe has already suffered abuse, and it’s worse now because the demon’s grip is far stronger than it’s disciple’s. 

Gideon struggles with the arm for a moment, before his own hands shoot out. One cups the back of Jessica’s head, as if she were an infant needing support, and the other presses it’s palm against her forehead. A white, holy light blazes there, warm and bright in contrast with the shadows rooting him to the floor. The demon doesn’t release it’s grip but it roars in protest at the touch. There is a sudden slackening of the hand crushing his throat and Gideon sucks in a greedy breath before he tightens his grip on Jessica, refusing to let the demon tear her away. “Quem inferi tremunt, ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine.” he shouts. Jessica’s possessed body fights against him, and the hand cradling her head drops tohold her close, pressing her against him while the other remains on her forehead in something like benediction. 

It’s a shadow of something more intimate, two people in a tight embrace, ignoring the chaos that was around them, but this was not so simple. They were the epicenter of the violence and it would end with them. Gideon’s words continue and when Jessica’s knees buckle, he just holds her tighter, ignoring the way she scratches and hit, trying to free herself. “Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos.” Gideon shouted and his arm was tight around Jessica, because it wasn’t just recitation to him. He was praying for her salvation, and he was praying that she found her way back to the light that had been kept from her. Still, the ordeal was not an easy one, and he swayed lightly where he stood, but he refused to let her go until he was certain.

[missjessicaclarke]

The demon burns from the inside, screaming out in anguished pain and horror as though the light from Gideon's hands might scorch holes through the blackened depths of the woman's eyes now. It's grip loosens upon his throat, merely focusing upon thrashing about and slashing its long nails at the grip. Her long, delicate fingers close around the man's wrist, but the demon cannot force her to pry his hand from her forehead.

Her small frame convulses in his grasp before Jessica's head is thrown back in an ungodly manner, eyes wide and as the black shadows drain from her, retracting from Gideon's form. Her jaw almost seems to unhinge itself as the demon expels itself from her in a forceful, heartbreaking cry. The black shadow dissipates in the air in a blast that's almost blinding, releasing it's hold upon Jessica and showing no signs of existence in the world. Its followers pause to glance up at the sky, at the absence of their God.

Gideon's arms slump from Jessica's frame as he stumbles backwards, seemingly drained as he regains his breath. Without the support, Jessica crumples to the ground in a mass of weak bones, dirty cloth, and broken spirits. How could she be so blind? God had not reached out His hands to her. The devil had trapped her in its grasp, blinded her to the light.

"My God," she cries out softly, the voice of a woman's hope and life destroyed. Her eyes, her own eyes, dart about the prison in fear and uncertainty, hands clawing behind her as she backs away from Gideon, from the rest of the people around her like she's a monster. She can still feel that demon upon her soul, devouring her life bit by bit.

Jessica would never make it to heaven now. The Lord would not accept her as one of its own. Not with the bodies crucified outside these walls. She had not been fighting for Him. How could she ever repent for these sins. Shifting to her knees, Jessica's body shakes as she stares down at her hands, heavy with the darkened stain of blood upon them that no one else could see. A hysterical sob wracks her chest and echoes through the spacious hall. Jessica Clarke is a sinner.

[georgia-jereau]

God's Gonna Cut You Down || Gideon & Jessica

[georgia-jereau]

There’s a flash of guilt through him that Gideon knows he can’t entertain. He had hurt her, though he knows on some level that hasn’t been entirely him. Jeremiah’s righteous indignation had fueled him every bit as much as his own sense of betrayal, but forgiveness was not something he withheld, especially not when he was looking at someone who had been deceived by the great deceivers of the world. Jessica was only human. Though she was older and perhaps very different from the others he had met, Gideon was lifetimes older than she would ever be and more different than others would ever fully understand. He looked at her, and he saw a child who had devoted her heart to God, who had been fooled by pride and who had had her sins fostered by darkness until they grew and overtook her.

Gideon continued to walk forward, his voice lifting to carry out the sounds of fighting around him. “Ergo, draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica, adjuramus te-“ the words are cut off as a man runs forward, wrapping his hands around Gideon’s throat. Large fingers press against his windpipe, trying to crush him into submission and he claws at them instinctively. When that doesn’t work, Gideon twists his body, bending his elbow and delivering fast, hard punches to this man’s gut. He doubles over, but hands fast to Gideon’s neck, as if it were his only purpose in life, and perhaps he thinks it is. Used. That’s what this man had been, and though he would extend mercy if he could, there simply isn’t time. A knife leaves it’s sheath at Gideon’s side and finds a new home buried in this man’s ribs. He’s dropped a lung, at the very least, and that earns Gideon his freedom. The minute he sucks in a clean, unhindered breath, his eyes refocus on the thing holding Jessica. “-cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare.” he continues, and his voice is rougher now, and it hurts to speak but he cannot stop.

Gideon moves faster through the throngs, the latin punctuated the clash of metal and the gunfire echoing off concrete walls. He had to get to her, to it. This had to end. All of it had to end.

[missjessicaclarke]

The pilgrim crumples to the ground from the knife wound to his side and Jessica's eyes harden into blackened coals. The demon has had enough with this man, the Latin phrases rolling off his tongue to quell the beast tearing Jessica apart. Something needs to be done about him. Something quick, something fast. And it has to happen now.

Ignoring the shuttering, huddled Jessica as she weeps inside her own prison of flesh, the demon shudders before it appears in front of Gideon, a blur of movement that echos a sound to rattle against the metal bars of the cells. It blinks once. Twice. Jessica's eyes are gone. Replaced by the depth of shadows. Gideon's attempts need to end. Swirls of darkness dance along the dirty, navy skirt before creeping up Gideon's legs, binding him to the floor.

Slowly, the shadows crawl up his frame, twisting along his knees and continuing their journey. But the demon wishes to toy with him first. "Silence," it demands harshly, voices a mixture of souls devoured.

But then, it laughs, low and dark. "Is this what your redeemer brings to fight us?" it questions, almost amused at the man before it, "Is this the best he can offer? The world belongs to us now. Give that message to your master when you meet him."

The threat comes with violence, Jessica's hand jolting out to wrap her fingers around his throat, in a similar fashion to the way Gideon has began to choke her at the mall.

[georgia-jereau]

God's Gonna Cut You Down || Gideon & Jessica

[georgia-jereau]

The cuffs that never truly bound her break, and Gideon knows full well that it was through no strength of her own, but of the darkness now snaking it’s way through her body. Despite himself, and despite the things she had done, Gideon pities her. He pities the woman so desperate to find proof of God’s love for her, that she allowed herself to be so deceived. It angered him, but Jessica had just been a pawn, like so many others. A victim of her own unstable mind and the whispers of serpents. 

The thing using her mouth twists it into a smirk, but Gideon stands still as stone; a pillar amidst the violence. The voices of hell escape her mouth and it sends hate through him. This was the antithesis of what he was. They both stood inside vessels that would never know the true nature of this battle, of the purity of being. Good against evil. It was not a mark on personality or character, but simple a stated fact. Gideon chose goodness and redemption, and Jeremiah Morgan was the vehicle for such deliverance to his own kind. Jessica, wayward and desperate Jessica, was now simply a puppet for the very thing she despised most in the world and worked so hard to save others from.

"This woman is child of God, the most high, and as he cast you from paradise, so too will I cast you from her, in his name." Gideon says, and he takes a step forward. The blood on his face and the gun in his hand don’t slow him, nor the fighting around him. Battle is nothing new to him, he has seen it many times in many ways. Perhaps somewhere inside him, Jeremiah Morgan worries for his brother, or longs to spin his wedding band or to touch the beads on the bracelet his daughter made for him, but if he does he remains silent inside himself and allows Gideon to fill the space completely. This was not a time for division, but for union, for forces to come together. Some would clash, some would join in harmony, but all would come to pass. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.”

[missjessicaclarke]

The demon filling out Jessica's form laughs cruelly at Gideon's words. All of the woman's thoughts and memories lie locked away, the feelings that this man had brought about. But they are all open to the prying fingers of darkness. How open Jessica could be then, how much like a book. It would devour her soul, piece by piece as the crumpled woman huddled smaller and smaller inside of herself with the realization that she had been wrong.

How quickly and forcefully Gideon and Jessica's relationship had changed. All due to the being occupying her vacant shell. "You hurt her, Gideon," the demon coos coyly, chuckling as it glides upon the ground, "Your precious child of light and faith. How easily she believes. How faithful she is."

Casting a spell upon Jessica had proven to be an easy task. Her blind faith had come from her parents, and she had been too eager and quick to please the voice she thought belonged to her Lord. Innocence lay upon her soul but also arrogance. She had believed that, of all people, the being she's prayed to would call straight upon her. But the whispers had been that of a serpent in the grass. Her soul has been claimed and not by who she had dreamt it would be.

But how could God wish for her soul now? Blood stains her hands with invisible brands. Her soul is blackened by filth and decay, by the people she had led here, by the people she had murdered. The one who had disagreed with her, the ones that wouldn't repent. And where is God now? For he doesn't intervene in the crimes people commit under his name. Jessica had killed in the name of the Lord.

The demon pauses, movement faltering quickly as dizzying words drain power from fragile Jessica's body. Not every white marked individual knows how to extract a demon from attaching itself to another's soul, but this one does. It's a strong spirit inside of him. Very strong indeed. The occupied body jolts lightly, like a shot to the stomach had caused the movement and wide, black eyes stare back at the man. "Silence him" the demons beckons to one of the followers, a hopeless man who Jessica had snared into her trap easily enough. "Now," the melody of voices commands, "Obey."

The devoted pilgrim does as he is told, lurching forward and charging Gideon, his skin free of any markings that could brand his skin. His hands go to his throat, wrapping strong fingers around him and preparing to choke the life from Gideon's eyes. And the demon smirks. Because demons like to win.

[georgia-jereau]

God's Gonna Cut You Down || Gideon & Jessica

[georgia-jereau]

Gideon spots Jessica and moves to follow her but he’s cut off by a man with black marks that snap shadows at him like whips. One cracks against his cheek and forces him to take a step back. Gideon fires his weapon a few times, but the man dodges. It’s only because he gets suddenly shoved by someone else in the fight that Gideon finds an opportunity to rush him. Depsite the man’s power, physically, Gideon can overpower him. It would have been better to save him, to maybe show him a better way, but there’s no time for individual deliverance right now. Instead he places his gun quickly beneath the man’s chin and pulls the trigger. 

Brains and bone go splattering across the floor and a few drops land on Gideon’s cheeks and his face. When he leans up, prepared move forward he sees Jessica farther ahead. She kneeling on the ground and the demon is entering into her. It’s disgusting and wrong, and it smacks Gideon on a personal level because he had believed in that woman. He had hope for her, and she had been so wrong, so twisted and maybe she had always been that way or maybe the demon had done it to her but no matter the reasoning, it stung. “JESSICA, NO!” he shouts, as if that would somehow draw her back, as if he could maybe find a shred of something inside of her that would fight back against the beast that had tainted her heart and was now climbing inside her body.

The woman stands, and Gideon does the same. The eyes that survey the room are pitch black, and if Jessica Clarke still lives, she is far beneath the surface of the thing looking around the room. “You should not be here.” Gideon says, addressing the thing, though he finds it repulsive to even speak to it at all. As it was, he doesn’t intend on holding a conversation, he merely wants to get it’s attention.

[missjessicaclarke]

There's a thick metallic snap as the handcuffs around the older woman's wrists shatter and fall upon the cold concrete of the floor beneath her feet. Jessica had been such a willing host, and the demon can feel her shrink and cower inside herself at the presence of darkness. Despair, that's what this feeling is.

Dark eyes turn a smirk upon Gideon, the white markings on his flesh a power that needs to be eradicated from this world. "My name is Legion; for we are many," the voice tells him, bellowing out the sounds of many voices, and one of those sounds distinctively like Jessica. It always liked the cold calmness to her tone. Shadows collect around the body's feet, the weapons the woman has at her disposal because of the black markings lining her flesh.

"We are always here. We will always be," the demon speaks, voice melodic with different timbres and almost floating upon the floor as it walks towards Gideon. If anything, it had granted Jessica an unearthly and terrifying beauty, something she had never had in her life. "Call down your angels. We hunt in hordes."

[paixpeace]

Visit Original Link

[missjessicaclarke]

Don't fret, precious, I'm here. Step away from the window. Go back to sleep. Safe from pain and truth and choice And other poison devils.

[georgia-jereau]

God's Gonna Cut You Down || Gideon & Jessica

Gideon steps out of his car and walks forward and the heavy sense of the demonic is palpable in the air around the prison. The fog pulls away from the doors, parting so invitingly and the motion makes Gideon sneer in disdain. The armor across his chest and the guns strapped both to his hips, as well as the one in his hand do little to put him at ease. He knows full well that this battle, the true battle, won’t be won with guns and bullets and knives. It will be his two hands, his strength, his abiltiy. There were others like him here, but none capable of doing what must be done. It was a lonely feeling, and if there was room for fear in him perhaps he might have felt that as well. As it was, Gideon wasn’t afraid. These people, so loyal to the ones who had gone missing, simply had to make room for him to find whoever it was holding the demon, so he could hold them down and cast the thing back to the pit it crawled from.

For a moment, it’s almost peaceful. There’s only a cautious quiet as their group walks inside the prison, weapons drawn, movement careful and precise. They have been expected, and it’s obvious from the looks they receive from the few people they see. It’s the length of a breath, the soft meeting of two warring factions of survivors. It erupts suddenly, and violence is everywhere. Gideon moves through the madness, shooting, hitting, dodging. Surviving. The only difference is that Gideon knows he only needs to survive long enough to deliver these people from danger. It was his purpose, and it was greater than any other feelings he may have had.

[missjessicaclarke]

There's a confidence building in Jessica with each step she takes towards the correctional facility. This place feels like home now. She'd been living here for months, collecting follows and souls. Listening to her God whisper kindly in her ear. And now she had a caravan of His people to deliver to him. Too much time had been wasted getting them here. Their deliverance would come now. This would end tonight.

Familiar faces greet her eyes, some of them frowning at the handcuffs binding her and a younger woman drops to her knees and blesses herself. She's a sweet soul, a gentle soul. God will remember her when she's beckoned to His kingdom. The Lord's followers seize their opportunity then, rushing for Kris's group with all thoughts of their redemption and their judgement. They are but warriors for God who will bring His people unto His feet and hang up their souls for display like sheets drying in the wind.

Shadows pool at Jessica's feet, almost guiding her footsteps slowly to the center of the room, eyes bright and sparkling, turned heavenwards toward the Lord. The handcuffs jingle as she holds up her hands in praise and glory at the sacrifice she has brought to Him, at the souls they are saving. A soft touch brushes against her cheek that makes her stop in the middle of the room. It is her Commander. It is her Lord.

"Praise be to God," she cries out to he air surrounding her, shadows swirling at her feet and traveling up her frame, "Praise be to the innocent." Tears trickle down her cheeks, her head tilted back at an almost unnatural angle.

"My Lord," Jessica whispers, suddenly filled with joy and bliss as the shadows swirl around her and hover just above her face, "I am not worthy to receive you."

The black fog dives into Jessica's throat, her body convulsing violently as it does so, the spirit filling every crevice of her body, relinquishing her control to her God. She sounds as though she's choking, and her eyes remain open and gazing upon the ceiling before her like she could pierce straight through the concrete and stare up into the sun. Suddenly, she stops, hands falling in front of her and her neck straightening to something more natural. Eyes closed, she slowly turns back towards the war of good and evil before her. Jessica's eyes open but her own eyes do not stare back. They are pitch black and full of hate.

[thomas-archer]

Last Resort || Thomas, Jessica & Kris

[kris-shepard]

There’s a moment of silence before Jessica starts speaking. She may have stopped Thomas from torturing Jessica any further, but by no means did that make the woman her friend. She turns to Jessica, returning the cold stare she gave Thomas. It’s then that she looks down at the slice on the woman’s face. On some small level she does feel bad about the torture that occurred, but it’s hard to feel sympathy for someone who showed all the signs of siding with the enemy for very long.

"Enough about God and sinners and shit," Kris practically spits. Her tone just as cold as when she poke to Thomas. "The only straight answer you gave me was when you came back and that was a god damn lie and since then it’s been cryptic scripture after another. We’ve waited long enough." Thomas’s actions spoke to that. It spoke fucking volumes. "I’ve had enough of the fucking bullshit and so is everyone in the group. So you’re gonna tell me where the fuck they are or at least where we’re supposed to go and you’re gonna tell me now or I’m gonna call Thomas back in here. Got it?" She wouldn’t really, torture wasn’t something she’d permit, but it was a scare tactic and she’s hoping that it will work because they need answer and they need them now. 

[missjessicaclarke]

Jessica listens quietly, intently to Kris as she demands answers from God's chosen shepherd. But she wouldn't simply give the leader a destination, a location that she needs for, what she believes, is to find her friends. But they should be gone by now, unless the Lord had instructed to wait, to deliver up all of their souls together. She couldn't begin to fathom the complexities of God's mind.

But Jessica isn't unintelligent. There's no reason to keep her alive is she just tells Kris the location. And considering they aren't above torturing her, ashing out cigarettes upon her cheek, she's certain they would have no qualms about murder. "You put me in your vehicle, Miss Kris, and I will take you to them," Jessica informs the woman politely, like she isn't tied to a chair or bleeding from a cut upon her flesh.

It's a promise, because Jessica's mission is to take them to the prison, where God is waiting patiently for His people. She will bring them to him, deliver their souls so that God may judge them. But as the days go one, she fears she's losing souls one by one. There aren't too many worth saving. Not even Kris now.

[thomas-archer]

Last Resort || Thomas, Jessica & Kris

[kris-shepard]

The look on Kris’s face is one of pure bewilderment and anger in that moment. In addition to everything the group and her had been dealing with and juggling, now this was thrown into the mix. When in the fuck did Thomas think he could take that sort of action? And who in the fuck let him? Well, in reality, Kris feels she is largely to blame because she could have been guarding the woman, she could have questioned her better until she got the information needed so Thomas wouldn’t feel the need to do what he was doing. Regardless though, to say that Kris is angry is an understatement. As Jessica speaks, out of the corner of her eye she can see the shadows at Jessica feet swirl and gather about her.

"Both of you ENOUGH." She puts herself in between the two of them, her voice and body becoming an unmovable wall. She glares down at Jessica and then at Thomas. "Really Thomas? You thought THIS was the way to do it? I know we need answers and we need them now, but this isn’t the way! We go through with this, then we’re no better than the fuckers who crucified those people we’ve been seeing the entire way here! We’re not like that! This isn’t what Samson would have wanted and it sure as fucking hell isn’t something I want," Kris spits. God, if Samson could see them now, he’d probably be ashamed of a lot of them, but especially her because there’s no denying that under her leadership, the group has fractured more than ever.  And now torture had happened under her watch. Kris looks up at Thomas and when she speaks her voice is just as sharp and cold as her gaze. "Get out,” 

[thomas-archer]

Thomas eyes Jessica as she starts to spit out words of religious nonsense once more. His eyes narrow at her, a brief flash of anger in his eyes. “I’ll burn, but it won’t be for this.” He growls. The darkening of the room doesn’t escape him, and his twin blades are out of their holsters before Thomas fully realizes what he’s doing. It’s not until Kris steps between them that Thomas straightens himself out. He doesn’t put his knives away, not sure that Jessica won’t try something while Kris’s attention isn’t on her. 

Thomas scoffs at the leader’s words. This is the way to go about it. No amount of daisies and rainbows are going to make Jessica say a coherent word. They need to find the rest of the group now or they need to get away from this thing as quickly as they can. Waiting around for another horde to find them or for the other group to get a surprise attack in is the last thing they need. Thomas is hardly a man of many words, so he doesn’t say as much as he thinks. “Samson isn’t here anymore, Kris. We need to find out where the scouting group is or we need to cut our losses. There’s no time for you to have tea with the witch and hope she’ll give you answers just because you’re nice.” He takes her order calmly, She’s too angry to see that he’s right, and if the woman leads them down the wrong road then it won’t be because of him. The truth is something that people don’t often offer up of their own volition. He leaves the rest of the supplies there and turns on his heel, walking out and ignoring the stares as the group realizes what had been going on in there.

[missjessicaclarke]

Thomas draws his knives but Jessica's features are set into stone, into marble. She does not flinch with the threat. He's hit her, cut her, drowned her. The old woman isn't afraid of him. Withstanding the pain is just a trial she must deal with to be closer to her Lord. And if these people mess with God's plans then He will welcome her into Paradise with open arms, keep her safe in the palm of His hand while he punishes the wicked here on Earth.

But Kris intervenes before Thomas can tempt her to use the shadows curling at her feet, the dark swirls immedietly withdrawing now that the leader is caught between them. Jessica's torturer leaves them, with her still bound to the chair, and a part of her believes Kris won't free her from these binds while they speak. She hadn't freed her from the handcuffs before.

"Are these the methods sinners must turn to to find their God?" Jessica whispers sharply, the judgement obvious in her voice. She would not bother to save them if Christ, her Redeemer,  hadn't called her to do so.

[thomas-archer]

Last Resort || Thomas, Jessica & Kris

[kris-shepard]

As the days pass, the thicker the air seems to grow. It’s one thing to go up against, shamblers and monsters but another thing to go up against actual people. The closest they probably gotten to all out war was back at Quantico and in Harrisburg, but what was to come with the people with no marks and some blue (according to Jessica) and the demon running the show, this was going to be on other level. One of the main problems was Jessica wasn’t talking. When she first spoke to the woman she was given a fairly straight forward answer, but when Gideon came in and delivered his side of the story and showed that the woman had lied to them, things changed. From that point, getting a direct answer from the woman was like pulling teeth. Every question was greeted with cryptic message. 

Read More

[thomas-archer]

Thomas knows exactly how long to keep the wet cloth on her face, how long before she loses consciousness and just how long is necessary to get the right amount o fear in. He still has ten seconds when he hears someone bursting through the door. He turns his gaze towards the doorway to see a gun pointed at him. Of all the things he expected to come through that door, he has to say that having a gun pointed at him by one of the leaders of the group was not one of them. His eyebrows raise slightly because of it, but Thomas doesn’t move until kris is forcibly removing his hand from Jessica’s hair. He takes a few strands and shakes them off his sticky palm with some degree of distaste.

The younger woman hardly looks pleased, but Thomas faces her with the same calm expression he uses every day. After all, this is hardly something he would consider as rare. Actually, torturing someone for information seems as normal as he’s ever come close to since the world ended. Still, Kris looks angry and Thomas literally has blood on his hands. He was only just beginning. If she’s this upset about how he’s treated her thus far it’s goof he hadn’t gotten around to placing splinters beneath her nails. “We need answers. I can get them.” He states simply once he’s somewhat sure Kris won’t pull out her gun again and embed a bullet into his skull.

[missjessicaclarke]

The towel is ripped from Jessica's face and the feeling of drowning leaves her. But she turns her head, slightly aware of the slight sting in her scalp when Thomas's hand is forced away but her lungs are more concerned with gasping for breath and her throat burns from coughing and wheezing. Her eyes are squeezed shut, keeping her in darkness but the voice of Kris meets her ears. She's a good leader, a just leader. God will smile upon her.

" I am the Lord's servant," Jessica chokes out, still hacking away as her lungs fill with oxygen instead of closing off for the fear of being filled with water instead. "My faith in Him keeps me alive," she informs Thomas mostly, her strange calmness slowly returning to her delicate frame until her eyes transform into cold steel, "And you will burn in hell for your sins." She spits at him then, shadows beginning to collect at her heels like a violent hurricane brewing but they don't move towards anyone.

[askformusic]

Visit Original Link

[missjessicaclarke]

I'm the devout, praying just to get the blood out, bound by this flesh I own. I'm the devout, cutting just to get the blood out Desecrate til we die alone.

[redonyellow]

[thomas-archer]

Last Resort || Thomas & Jessica

[thomas-archer]

Read More

[missjessicaclarke]

He places a towel over her face, pouring water over it and panic instinctively surges through her. It feel likes drowning and her lungs gasp for air as she thrashes in the seat, still bound and that's the only thing that keeps her stationary. But she still prays, hoping God will keep her strong and thanking him for this test to her faith. She will keep her promise to him.

[thomas-archer]

Last Resort || Thomas & Jessica

[thomas-archer]

Read More

[missjessicaclarke]

"'I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last,'" Jessica forces through gritted teeth, continuing the passage from Revelation. But starting at the beginning of scripture might have been a better idea. She will not stop. She will not quit. She will speak through the pain, despite the cries that leave her lips and echo outside the room. Let all the world hear her devotion to God.

[domrollins-deactivated20160504]

Nah, I’m only here ‘cause Evie’s here. [Dom doesn’t mind explaining, he can’t really see this as ‘his’ group. He rarely speaks to anyone apart from Evie. They’re more of a convenience for him at the moment.] Don’t care much about ‘em to be honest but Evie does, we’re stickin’ round.

[Jessica’s answer is far less interesting, but he’s glad to have gotten a straight answer from her. He should probably be a little glad to hear she wasn’t going round killing this group’s people, but Dom was hardly one to judge (or more honestly, care) given the damage he’d left in his search for Evie. And it seemed like Jessica liked Evie, so she wasn’t a problem in his eyes.] A’ight. 

[missjessicaclarke]

You did not come with her then? {There's no judgement in Jessica's tone. She does not know the details but she is slightly confused by the fact that Evie decides where her and her father shall stay. Too much freedom for a young girl. That's a dangerous road.}

[thomas-archer]

Last Resort || Thomas & Jessica

[thomas-archer]

He had forgotten the jumbled words the Bible so frequently uses. A modern translation had obviously not been this woman’s style, and the copious amount of words he’s never heard outside a church makes it easier for him to ignore the meaning behind him. All he knows is that what she says isn’t a real answer, and so it doesn’t matter to him. There’s no sigh of exasperation or a thought behind his next actions. The motion comes automatically; without thought.

Read More

[missjessicaclarke]

Jessica will do the same.

She rights her spine, tipping her chin back to meet Thomas's cold gaze, and not a sparkle of fear shines there. "'And, behold, I come quickly; and my reward is with me, to give every man according as his work shall be.'", she quotes easily once more, jaw set firmly in determination, the strength her unwavering faith provides her.

[domrollins-deactivated20160504]

[Dom can’t help but smile, glad Evie’s made a good impression on the woman. Especially because he’s taking it to mean she won’t do her any harm. Despite not caring for religion, he knows the whole pray for someone is basically a compliment.] She sure is a sweet lil thing.

Hm, don’t think I fancy talking to someone who dislikes what we’ve got going on. [He hooks a finger into t-shirt collar, tugging it down to show a small vein like cluster of black marks. Dom let’s it ping back into place, obscuring the marks from view once again.] Nah, I’m just curios what your deal is. Sounds like you killed a handful of this group’s people. [And there’s a surprising lack of judgement, just plain old curiosity.] I wanna know if you did.

[missjessicaclarke]

'This group'? {Jessica repeats with little emotion in her voice. It's merely an observation, but she is curious as to why he doesn't place himself in that phrase. 'This' made him sound too distant.} Do you not consider yourself a part of this group?

My hands are clean, young man. {Jessica informs him honestly, bluntly. No one from the scouting group had died by her hands.}

[devin-ryder]

[God, was she going to speak in codes the whole time? Was she going to just be calm and smiling while she talked about everyone dying? This was why he didn’t like religion, even before the world ended. The voices in Devin’s head dull when anger rises in his blood. This is Charlie she’s talking about. He can’t imagine her gone, but she has been for a while now and he’s not sure she’s coming back. He had faith until now. He’s stepping closer to her, not above violence when it means Charlie.] You did it, then? You fucking kill her?!

[missjessicaclarke]

There is no blood on my hands. {Jessica states calmly, showcasing her palms to the man who tries to threaten her. But she isn't afraid of him, a mere human being. There's a healing scab on her cheek from the cigarette Cian forced into her skin, only after he had smacked the back of his hand across her face. He had been a bit more imposing than this one. But she hadn't been fearful of him either. She fears her God, and no one else.}