Tattoo: The Books of Glory

a webserial about people who are not like us

Tattoo Book 7 part 3.13

Posted by harmony0stars on October 8, 2011

Glory and Darlene barely had time to get themselves situated before Neirin and his burly friends reached the car. Thankfully the windows were tinted, so Neirin couldn’t see anything amiss. He still looked at her oddly as he and his bully boys piled into the car, his nostril’s twitching. Without a word, he shoved his packages under a seat and pressed close to her to make room for his guests.

The four men who climbed into the limo were of a type usually seen working for organized crime in the movies – big and well-muscled with cold eyes and little to say. They wore cheap suits and smelled of beer, tobacco, and cigars. She could see a gun poking from one of their jackets until the man adjusted it, meeting her eyes with an indifferent challenge, as if to say, yeah, it’s a gun, lady. You got a problem with that? One of the men peered at Glory curiously as she shrank back into her seat. The rest ignored her completely. She wanted to peg these men as the ones who had chased her and her friends through the alleys, but none of them looked familiar, and the one who stared at her turned away as soon as Neirin glared at him, not so interested in her figure if it offended the man with the cash.

Darlene drove until they reached Tara, Neirin barking at the woman when she hesitated over their route. They drove right up to the hill, Darlene driving onto the green despite its status as a holy landmark. Glory cringed as the tires dug into the grass and soft soil, but no one came to stop them. It was already quite dark and aside from another limo and some lights that were set up near a single dolmen, the place was deserted.

Two women and a child in a wheelchair were waiting, along with the burly masked man who had helped Darlene kidnap Glory. Darlene opened the door for her passengers, and Neirin immediately told her to open the trunk. Tapping two of the men, Neirin ordered one to get the boxes while the other went to the trunk and removed a pair of shovels and some rope. The other men stayed inside, hidden by the darkness of the night.

“You smell of fear,” Neirin whispered into her ear as they left the car. “It is delectable.”

“Wh-who are they?” a woman in a shimmering satin dress and jewels asked, startled by Neirin‘s escort.

“Just some muscle,” he said dismissively as the man carrying the boxes carefully set them on the ground. “The dolmen was moved, was it not? It may have some bearing on the ritual; it should be moved back to its original placement.”

“Move it… but…” The woman hesitated. “This is an historic site. They won’t like if we move it. I paid them to leave us alone, but if we vandalize…”

Neirin exhaled loudly through his nose. “Then they should not have moved it in the first place.” He snapped his fingers, and the men approached the dolmen, examining its base. “Help them,” Neirin said to the masked man standing as still as the stone itself beside the car.

One of the men thrust a shovel into his hand and pointed to the other side of the dolmen as he approached. He took up the remaining shovel, while his companion rigged the ropes around the stone. As soon as the two with shovels began levering the stone from its setting, the third man put his shoulder to the stone and shoved.

The man in the mask had no time to get out of the way as the dolmen toppled towards him. There was a sickening crunch as the stone knocked him to the ground and landed on his outstretched arm. His mask knocked away by the fall, he writhed silently in pain. His mouth was open, but no sound emerged. He could not have been more than sixteen. Glory could not help but see the small smile that twitched at the corners of Neirin’s mouth.

“Help him!” the woman in the nurse’s uniform screamed, stumbling towards the young man. They were obviously siblings with the same dark eyes and hair.

Glory stepped forward but Neirin caught her by the arm, digging his fingers into her flesh. “You may NOT heal him,” he said, glaring at her. She felt the compulsion take root even as the woman stared up at them, at Glory, pleading.

The woman in the jewels gasped as Neirin motioned at the limo behind him, and his remaining bully boys emerged. She put her hands on the wheelchair bound boy and glanced around her for any help, too late realizing that Neirin had no intention of delivering on whatever he‘d promised. The men levered the long stone off the nurse’s brother before two of them put their backs into dragging it away.

“I’m sorry,” Glory said as Neirin dragged her past the nurse, and he dug his fingers into her arm even more viciously. She wondered what he’d do if she went all tentacled on him. Would it at least derail their pending nuptials? She was honestly beginning to think she hated Neirin more than her sister.

The nurse launched herself at Neirin with a cry of grief, snatching up her brother‘s fallen shovel. Neirin released Glory to backhand the woman, grabbing the shovel as she hit the ground. He would have speared her with it if Glory hadn’t grabbed the handle to twist it out of his grasp.

“No more,” he hissed, hitting Glory so that she fell beside the nurse. “You will not speak unless you are spoken to. You will not defy me. You will go where you are directed, and you will submit to my will. Now get up.”

She had time only to give the woman an apologetic look and tap the gold stud where it stood out from her chest before Neirin threw the shovel across the green and turned on his heel. Glory was forced to stand and follow after him whether she wanted to or not. She had no way of knowing if the woman understood or had even saw her gesture as she dragged herself after Neirin. And even if by some miracle the woman understood, Glory had no way of knowing if the dagger would kill her outright once it was removed or if she would have time to heal herself.


13 Responses to “Tattoo Book 7 part 3.13”

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  2. Fiona said

    For those of my fellow readers who do not know, unfortunately this will be our last entry as Candace’s stepfather announced on her Facebook page that she passed away Sunday morning.

    Obviously writing was her passion and we are honoured to have been on this journey of imagination with her. Now Glory’s story ends untold as Candace goes on to her own adventures in the Summerlands or the Great Beyond.

    Goodbye Candace and Glory.

    • Vicki Grimes said

      I had the same sentiment about Candace’s passing on… I pray her next adventure is kinder to her than this one has been. I will miss her Dearly,I have never in my life met anyone as ineresting or creative. I am so grateful to have known her personally and truly call her my friend. RIP.

  3. Ivan said

    whoa. that… caught me off-guard. RIP Candace. I will miss reading this story.

  4. alderin said

    I’m at a loss.
    It shouldn’t be possible for people with her imagination and passion to just die.
    The world will be a little colder without her.

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  6. kagedviper said

    This is the first web serial i ever read. It is left unfinished.
    The artist of the first webcomic i ever read also died before it was finished.

    These things leave me with a profound sadness.
    I also feel like i should not try something new on the internet.

  7. anonymus said

    my condolence

  8. Bigjeff5 said

    Wow, what a shame.

    I read this over the course of a few days, and I was just thinking yesterday what a pleasure it is to see a writer’s skill develop over three years of writing. It’s something you really get to see when you can read several years worth of serial posts in just a few days. I don’t doubt she would have become a successful author, and it’s sad we won’t get to see what her contributions to literature might have been.

  9. Steel crow said

    Not to be rude or anything, but some1 should continue this wonderful work

  10. Christy said

    I just learned of this story and I truly love it and the characters. It’s been a while since I’ve been so intrigued by a story and glad I read it even if it’s unfinished. I was so saddened that Candace gas passed but she will be finding her next dreamland adventure it seems. The world lost a very talented lovely woman and I’m glad she shared her story with us.

  11. Raven said

    I have postponed and procrastinated and delayed and deferred reading this page for years, because the thought hurt… of coming to an end without an ending, when instead I could pretend to myself (in the chaotic storeroom of my mind) that somewhere Candace was still writing away at this. Well, I never went to my favorite Latin teacher’s funeral, either, for the same reason. But 4+ years on… all I can think of is the fitting place where the story stopped, Tara, the setting for “Patrick’s Breastplate”, which Madeleine L’Engle so powerfully excerpted in translated verse for A Swiftly Tilting Planet, part of her A Wrinkle in Time series. It would have made (or could have been adapted into) an interesting warding spell for Glory Lewin in her present plight, and in the same spirit I quote it ecumenically in memoriam Candace McBride:

    At Tara in this fateful hour,
    I place all Heaven with its power,
    And the sun with its brightness,
    And the snow with its whiteness,
    And the fire with all the strength it hath,
    And the lightning with its rapid wrath,
    And the winds with their swiftness along their path,
    And the sea with its deepness,
    And the rocks with their steepness,
    And the earth with its starkness:
    All these I place,
    By God’s almighty help and grace
    Between myself and the powers of darkness!

  12. tetsukisiteTetsuki said

    Great that the story is still online. May you be remembered. Thank you for your great story.

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