by C. A. Wilke
Scarlet Angel
By C. A. Wilke
This is a work of fiction. Characters and events are either entirely the imagination of the author or are alternative histories and alternative personas that are used fictitiously.
Scarlet Angel
C. A. Wilke
Smashwords Edition
Copyright © 2014
All rights reserved.
Editing by:
Bev Gelfand
at WomanWithARedPen.com
Printed in the United States of America
Books Available from C. A. Wilke
Twisted Nightmares (Contributing Author as Christopher Wilke)
Twisted History (Contributing Author as Christopher Wilke)
Find C. A. Wilke at WriterWilke.com
Contents
Dedication
Chapter 1: A Magic Trick
Chapter 2: Awakening
Chapter 3: Road Trip
Chapter 4: The Super
Chapter 5: Whiskey Breath
Chapter 6: The First
Chapter 7: A Magic Trick
Chapter 8: Neil
Chapter 9: Escape
Chapter 10: Neil’s Mission
Chapter 11: Neil’s Return
Chapter 12: Surgery
Chapter 13: Brush with Death
Chapter 14: Confession
Chapter 15: Just a Thing
Chapter 16: The Doll
Chapter 17: Haircut
Chapter 18: The Test
Chapter 19: A Job
Chapter 20: Outside
Chapter 21: An Angel
Chapter 22: Coffee
Chapter 23: Jules
Chapter 24: Carl
Chapter 25: What Now?
Chapter 26: Normalcy
Chapter 27: MakerMasters
Chapter 28: Mr. Zinchenko
Chapter 29: The Giant
Chapter 30: Dax
Chapter 31: A Decent Time
Chapter 32: Men
Chapter 33: Delete
Chapter 34: Interrupted
Chapter 35: Mercy
Chapter 36: Promises
Chapter 37: Sides
Chapter 38: Thirty-Four Percent
Chapter 39: Waiting
Chapter 40: The Core
Chapter 41: Intruder
Chapter 42: Trouble
Chapter 43: Flight
Chapter 44: The Station
Chapter 45: A Cell
Chapter 46: Out of Time
Chapter 47: Open the Door
Chapter 48: Derrick
Chapter 49: Wounds
Chapter 50: Adrift
Other works by C. A. Wilke
Dedication
First and foremost, I have to dedicate this book to my amazing wife. For so many years she listened and put up with my half-baked stories and ideas. It was only at her prodding that I finally decided to take the plunge and actually do this. Her support and patience has been invaluable and absolutely priceless. I could not have done it with out her.
Second, I have to thank and give credit to my critiquing group. Andrew, Cam, Michael and all of the other members of the Central Phoenix Writing Workshop have been responsible for me growing as a writer. They have given me the most valuable piece of advice that I could ever give a budding author: Find a critique group and seek the harshest most brutal criticism. It will hurt, and you will suck. But it will be SO worth it.
Chapter 1
A Magic Trick
Getting a second chance at life is not all it’s cracked up to be.
* * *
Scarlett’s vision went dark. She didn’t like not being able to see.
Cash tied the blindfold tight and took her hand. “Now, you’re not going to try an’ peek, are you?”
She tweaked the corner of her mouth in a smirk. “No. What is this all about, anyway?”
He tugged at her hand to get her to stand. Scarlett heard the smile in his voice. “Emma and Ruby want to surprise you.’
She didn’t bother asking any more questions. She knew he’d just be evasive. That was one thing he was good at, keeping secrets.
Cash pulled her along through the living room. He guided her away from the floral slipcovered couch and around the oak coffee table. In her mind, she saw her feet shuffling over the cream berber carpet, just missing the sharp wood corner.
Scarlett turned her head and saw the trickles of light filter through the fabric in blurry sparkles. Cash pulled her to the right and her feet shimmied onto the hardwood floor. From there, it was a straight shot into the dining room.
Gentle tugs nudged her closer to where she knew the cherry stained table was. A chair touched the backs of her knees and she sat down. Light no longer filtered in between the threads of her blindfold and she heard the whispers of children struggling to stay quiet. “Before I remove this blindfold, you have to promise you won’t be mad.”
Scarlett tilted her head and turned to his voice. “Why? Cash? What did you do? Emma? I know you’re here. What did he do?”
The whispers morphed into giggles.
“Promise.”
Scarlett pinched her lips tight and sighed through her nose. “Fine. Promise.”
To her left small hands clapped softly, quickly followed by a “shush” as Cash fumbled with the blindfold.
Emma’s voice cut through the darkness. “Really Cash? Can’t undo your own knot?”
“Oh, hush you. I didn’t want it to fall off.”
A second later Scarlett felt the knot loosen. The scarf fell away.
In front of her sat a large white cake. In chocolate-brown letters were her name and an even bigger “5.” Five small, unlit candles surrounded the number.
She looked up from the birthday cake, already feeling her eyes swell.
Ruby’s dining room was not large. The cherry china cabinet on the far wall and the buffet to her right left little space for the people crowded in the room. All of her friends and family surrounded the table, including Cash’s wife Emma, their two kids and his mother Ruby. A few other friends she’d met through her work at the dojo were there as well, nearly a dozen people in all.
Scarlett craned her neck around to look at the man she considered her brother. “Cash, what the heck is this?”
He smiled down at her. “Five years ago today, my mother pulled you from the bank of the river. It hasn’t been easy for you, starting a new life. I know my mother thinks of you as her own daughter, and I cannot imagine being closer to a sister than I am with you. You’re a fantastic aunt and a helluva sensei.”
Cash strolled over and put his arm around his wife. “On that day, mom didn’t just save you. She brought a new member into our family. You’ve brought joy into our lives. So happy fifth birthday, Scarlett.”
The room erupted with cheers and clapping hands. Little Ethan even stuck two fingers in his mouth and let out a shrill whistle. His mother shot him a disapproving glance.
Scarlett sniffled and struggled against the wetness forming at the corners of her eyes. As she scanned the room and the faces of her friends and family, the lump in her throat grew tighter and tighter. She sniffled again and a salty bead of water trickled down her cheek to her jaw.
Her soft smile broadened into a face-wide grin. More droplets followed the first until both her cheeks were wet and tears of joy dripped from her chin.
When the noise died down, she wiped her eyes and cheeks. “Thank you all. You guys have been such a great family. I still have no idea what happened to me or what my life was like before. But, in a way, it doesn’t matter. You’ve brought me into your homes and your lives. Given me a job and a life. You’ve helped me become a part of this community. Thank you.”
Another brief round of clapping ensued. “But...”
She raised one finger and waited for quiet. Her smile faded and she looked serious. “But... I think you guys missed something.”
Cash’s brow wrinkled. He and Emma exchanged glances then looked back at Scarlett. “What?”
“You forgot to light the candles.” Scarlett’s face broke into a smile.
Everyone chuckled. Cash’s four-year-old Sofie piped above the rest with her squeaky voice. “Ethan... Ethan want’s t’ do it.... Ethan’s got a trick!”
Emma smiled at her daughter and looked up at Scarlett. “It’s true... Ethan’s been working on this magic trick all week.”
“Well then. Don’t let me stop you.”
Sofie turned to her brother and tugged at his sleeve. “Ethan…do the trick Ethan! Do the trick!”
The eight-year-old stood and pulled a black plastic wand out of his pocket. He tried not to smile but the corners of his mouth turned up to spite him. The boy cleared his throat and held his hands over the cake.
The room grew silent. Ethan waved his hands back and forth over the candles in his best great magician impression. “Abracadabra... Lightus Upis!”
Scarlett watched the cake with rapt attention. For a long moment, nothing happened. Ethan looked at his father, his eyes wide with disappointment.
“Try again, Ethan.” Cash nodded for emphasis.
The boy repeated the words. Scarlett grinned at the boy’s best effort at a commanding voice.
At first, nothing happened. Just as the boy turned to his father again, the candles burst into flame.
The ring of candles turned and flashed brighter, exploding in Scarlett’s face. Wind rushed in her ears. She closed her eyes and flung her arms up to shield her face, but there was no heat.
Then the light vanished. When Scarlett opened her eyes, she was no longer sitting at the table. She was not even in Ruby’s house. Scarlett was in a large, dark room littered with computers and people in suits and labcoats. She glanced down at her own labcoat and the Universal Dynamics logo embroidered over her left breast.
The floor sloped down to a massive window. What she saw on the other side of the window made her heart stop. Three horizontal spires of metal, silicon and wires were aimed at a fixed point a few dozen feet away. The spires pulsated with lights blinking in time with each other.
Blue sparks flittered along their lengths, leaping off the spire and curving back to it. The energy gathered into glowing balls of blue-white light at the tips. The air itself felt electric, as if she might get a shock just from breathing. The energy balls grew until they were a couple feet across.
Everything was quiet except for a whine in Scarlett’s ears. She blinked and the spires released their energy. Thick beams of light shot out from each piece.
Where the beams met, space itself began to distort. Like looking through a sphere of water, the area began to ripple. The center of the sphere, where the beams met, throbbed with a brilliant blue glow.
The glow grew into a ring and spread outward. Inside the ring, Scarlett saw only black. Somewhere in the distance, someone yelled. “Increasing power to seventy-five percent.”
The ring grew larger, until it was a dozen feet across. No longer was the darkness inside the ring pure black. Tiny speckles of white, pink and light blue dotted the space.
Then the realization hit her. That actually was space.
A wave of terror flooded through Scarlett. Without knowing why, her eyes were drawn away from the hole into deep space and back to the blue sparks. She knew the bolts of energy were part of the process, they were expected.
One of the sparks leaped off the spire and licked the glass window. A small, black scorch mark of melted glass remained. Scarlett felt the world around her shrink. All of her perception focused in on the spires and the energy they were funneling to the wormhole.
Another spark, this one larger, leaped off the spire furthest away and touched the back wall. A crack appeared in the wall, reaching from the floor to the ceiling. Somehow, Scarlett knew what was coming. She watched in slow motion as a third, even larger bolt of energy shot from its spire and curved backward, away from the wormhole. The bolt touched a knot of wires.
Sparks exploded from the wires. The sparks grew in size. Massive bolts of energy broke off from their spires, melting the glass and shattering the back wall.
Someone screamed.
The ring vibrated for a moment then collapsed in on itself, shrinking into a tiny pinpoint of light that exploded outward in a blaze of death. The people in the room shrieked in terror and pain.
Agony, unlike anything she could have ever imagined, seared her body. She felt her skin dissolve and her flesh evaporate. She screamed until the roar of the explosion consumed her and everything else in its path.
* * *
“Scarlett! Scarlett!”
The voice was far away. It took her a moment to recognize it as Ruby’s. Scarlett opened her eyes to find herself lying on the ground. A crowd of people stood over her with Ruby right in front.
Her terror and pain were gone. The room and the explosion were nothing more than a dream. When she spoke, her throat was scratchy and sore. “What the?”
Cash helped her sit up. Ruby handed her a glass of water. “Are you okay?”
Scarlett took a sip of the water and moaned at the cool liquid soothing her throat. “Yeah. I think so. How did I get on the floor?”
Cash’s face twisted like he was trying to suppress a snicker. “When the candles lit, you catapulted yourself back and hit your head on the floor, hard.”
A quick disapproving glance from Ruby made any semblance of a smile on his face disappear. “Sorry. What happened?”
Scarlett pulled back one of her sleeves to look at the three-inch burn scar near her elbow. She scanned the faces of the party-goers. Her eyes stopped on Ruby’s worried face. Scarlett gave the only explanation that made any sense.
“I...I think I just remembered something.”
Chapter 2
Awakening
Human memory is a fickle thing. Some people believe our memories make up who we are. But they don’t. The truth is, our actions are the building blocks of our true selves.
* * *
Scarlett lay on the wood floor. A dozen pairs of eyes stared at her. Her heart pounded and her chest heaved from the terror of her “vision.”
Ruby lifted Scarlett’s wrist and held it between her fingers. “Her heart rate is elevated, but otherwise she’s fine.”
The last thing Scarlett remembered was the candles on her birthday cake lighting from little Ethan’s magic trick. There was a flash and a strange, terrifying vision. When she awoke, she found herself on the floor, surrounded by partygoers.
Cash kneeled on the floor, opposite of his mother. His head bobbed forward slightly and his eyebrows arched for a second. “Well? What did you remember? Must’ve been a hell of a doozy to knock you back like that.”
She wasn’t sure what the vision meant. Scarlett knew it was some kind of memory from before her accident but had no sense of time or place. Scarlett rose up into a sitting position. “I’m... not sure. There was some kind of control room. Then there was this explosion. Whatever it was, it was terrifying.”
No one spoke. The crowd stared at her but avoided her gaze. Someone awkwardly cleared their throat.
Ethan’s tiny voice broke the silence. “Aunt Scarlett?”
The crowd parted and the small boy stepped forward. His feet shuffled along the floor and his head was down. Tears streamed down the child’s cheeks. His voice quivered when he spoke. “Are you okay? I’m sorry my trick scared you.”
Scarlett’s hand flew to her chest. “Oh... sweetheart!”
She gasped and held her arms open. Ethan rushed over and flung his arms around her neck. Scarlett held him tight as he sobbed into her shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Aunt Scarlett. I won’t do any more scary tricks, I promise!”
Her heart sank. From the moment she’d made a quarter appear from behind his ear, he’d been in love with
magic. The boy spent every waking moment studying simple tricks and always carried a magic book with him. He had found a purpose and a passion in magic.
She ran her hand over his head, feeling his soft hair. “It’s okay... It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything. I was just really surprised, not scared. Your trick was cool! Don’t ever stop doing magic tricks. You promise me that.”
Scarlett took the boy by his shoulders and looked him in the eyes. Hot tears ran down her face. “Promise me you’ll never stop!”
“Okay,” Ethan sniffled. “I promise.”
“Good. Now, as I understand it, we have some cake to get to.”
The boy sniffled again and nodded.
Scarlett smiled. She stood and took the boy’s hand. “Well then. Let’s get to it!”
* * *
The next morning, Scarlett arrived at the dojo, early for work. The classroom was mostly a bright space with hardwood flooring and a half-wall sectioning off the back room. A few benches for parents sat against one wall. The opposite wall was completely covered in one massive mirror.
A fitful night of sleep had left her groggy. She trudged across the room and dropped her bag into the back room. Her first class was in a couple hours but she wanted to warm up with some sparring time first.
After a few minutes of simple kata moves, she pulled out the sparring mannequin. She took her stance in front of the dummy and huffed. Her first few jabs came tentatively, but each additional punch and kick roiled her blood. She lost herself in the mindless beating she gave her plastic partner. By the time Cash walked in, her brow dripped with sweat and she could barely lift her arms. Her ponytail hung loose and threatened to come completely undone.
Cash stepped into the dojo with his duffle over his shoulder and stopped when he saw her. “Wow. You look like hell. How long have you been here?”
She let her arms fall to her side and huffed with exhaustion. “What time is it?”
“Ten to nine.”
Scarlett stepped over to the half-wall and grabbed her towel to dab her forehead. “Wow. Um, almost two hours.” She felt her knees weaken and leaned against the wall to steady herself.
