Subject:  I Remember Sarah - Chapter 7 Long |
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Date Posted: Sunday, August 21, 01:32:26am
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's message, "I Remember Sarah - Chapter 7 forward (NT)" on Sunday, August 21, 01:21:17am
Six months passed since the baby was born and Nikita was exhausted from vigorously working out to gain her figure back, which was absurd because she really never lost her girlish looks. She took a shower, checked on the sleeping baby and went to bed, skipping dinner since she hated to eat alone. Michael was back to active status and TPTB understood that Nikita was out of play, leaving her return to duty up to Michael and her physician Walter Gellman.
Yeah, Yeah… but was it really up to Michael, Nikita’s ‘mission husband’, to determine what they did or did not do? Where Jones, Adrian and George placating their children because of their nefarious plans for the couple to someday have Command of the Organization? As far as TPTB were concerned, Michael was still clueless as to his parentage – this Nikita reported to them with pride at least once a week.
Nikita remembered Michael storming into the Triumvirate’s office with her following close behind and demanding that now that he was married to their daughter - a lie, they were to let him run the mission as he saw fit. He furthered that especially the baby, but also Nikita’s precarious health - another lie, was a big concern of his. This was confirmed by a well placed call to Walter who felt guiltily responsible for most of the couple’s predicament and agreed to lie to TPTB on Michael and Nikita’s behalf - which he did.
In turn, the concerned parents acquiesced to the handsome man’s demands and advised Section One to lay off their persistency for the Level 5 and Ms. Jones were now assigned to Center and Oversight. Although not married, the couple pretended to be and established a plausible scenario for the benefit of those watching. Michael, who respected his pretend mission wife, scratched his carnal needs with lucky unsuspecting one-night-stands. The baby flourished, stole the stoic man’s heart and brought companionship to her mother who went to sleep most nights, alone and forlorn.
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Sarah would come to get Nikita as she did most evenings and sometimes during the day bringing with her a wealth of information and insight not readily available to the living. The tall blonde still, months after the first apparition got all freaked out by the supernatural scenario her deceased friend presented. Of course Sarah not always came for a social call, or even to try to solve the puzzle her friend and brother’s life seemed to have become, instead she brought with her deep wisdom that needed unraveling for the good of the many. These paranormal activities kept the blonde Nikita efficiently laboring in the cloak and dagger game, and she told no one of the metaphysical jaunts she took now and again, keeping her findings secret but only after she resolved the mysteries by herself.
On this particular evening Nikita thought Sarah sent her a friend to give an insider’s window into the enigma that was Michael’s soul, for on this early night a Vietnamese beauty came alone to call. This was an unusual sighting since from day one Sarah always appeared addressing Nikita, even though she not always spelled out her purpose and the blonde had to guess laboring through the clues Sarah brought. But tonight the exotic woman, with her long tresses stood by the foot of Nikita’s bed and sheered her locks defiantly holding back obvious tears and then showing the cut braid to the fascinated blonde.
Bach played soulfully around the hauntingly lit room, the music so loud that Nikita feared it would wake the baby, but checking on the child confirmed that only Nikita could hear the sounds. The woman’s black dress was tattered and her alabaster skin marred by the bruises and cuts that oozed blood. When she brought her hands to her ears, in an attempt to block the haunting sounds of the music, Nikita saw the hasty bandages covering her destroyed fingers and hands.
She was obviously in pain, but her beauty and strength were a shinning path, and the pleading look on the apparition’s face giving Nikita a clue to the urgency of the woman’s situation. All around her the subtle aroma of orange blossoms surrounded the manifestation and intoxicated the ambiance with an Asian touch. Nikita was immobile watching the gracious woman plead in her silent way for something, but what?
Nikita asked, “Who are you?”
Instead of an answer, the woman looked to the bedroom door were a hint of light from downstairs came on announcing someone else was in the house. Nikita followed the apparition’s deep-set black eyes to the door and when she turned, the exotic woman was gone. In that instant the music stopped playing, the blonde beauty could move again and the urgency of the situation settled on the pit of her stomach. Nikita was glad that Michael had just arrived and made a spare of the moment decision going downstairs to seek him out.
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