Nov 4th - See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil

[jd]

Outskirts of Detroit

<*>Jamie and Sarah had used up the last payment from FCW Jamie had received. It was now time to leave and find a life for the two of them. They hiked from Detroit to the Detroit city limits. Heading south. Sarah was still young. Seven years old. So, her feet started hurting pretty quickly. No matter, Jamie just simply picked her up and started carrying her. Of course, Jamie herself tired out after hours and hours of walking. She let out a sigh as she sat Sarah down gently and plopped down on the ground with a loud grunt. Sarah joined her, crawling right up in her lap. There had to be something better than this shit. Walking just wasn't going to cut it. Jamie was something else, but even she tires out after a while.<*>

"Where are we going again?"

"Anywhere but this city... Anywhere but here."

"But we don't have any money..."

"I know... I should have used what money we had to get us out of Detroit... But... I didn't."

"How come?"

"I'm not sure... Guess I just wanted you to have a roof over your head... but without a job, I couldn't really keep that... I'll get us something though, don't worry."

<*>Around that time, a car came tumbling out of Detroit, pulling over onto the shoulder some 40 yards away after going past them. The driver opened the door and leaned out, puking up whatever fast food he had gotten back in the city, or maybe he just ate at some shitty restaurant with a health rating below an "A". Jamie didn't know and of course, as always, she didn't care. Sarah winced at the sight of the man puking. Jamie stood up with Sarah in her arms before beginning to march towards the car. She sat Sarah down as they came within ten feet of the man, instructing her to stay there as she continued onward. The man was now fully out of his car and leaning on the hood of it. The car? 70's Cadillac. The man seemed to be in his early 40's.<*>

"You... uh.. okay sir?"

"F-fine... The hell are you doing way out here without a vehicle?"

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"We're walking... We're not privileged enough to have a car like some people.. Was wondering if maybe... You'd give us a lift."

<*>The man groaned slightly, whatever upset his stomach was still bothering him. He pushed himself up off of the warm hood of his car as he turned to look at Jamie, almost jumping back from the sight of the woman. She did have that effect on people. She was a bit on the scary side, in looks and in personality. The man reached into his back pants pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, dabbing it on his face gently. Sweat was beading down his forehead and he had red splotches forming on his cheeks. Of course, Jamie knew she didn't cause all of that, she just caused that smell of fear to pour out from his pores.<*>

"Give you a ride, huh?"

"Me and the child."

"Lady, I ain't giving you any ride, to anywhere. I ain't trusting no hitchhiker, with a kid, or without. People in this world are fucking crazy, so, I'm looking out for number one, that's me, I could care less about you or that fucking kid. So, you're shit out of luck."

"I see... Sarah?"

"Yes?"

"Close your eyes."

<*>Jamie turned to look to her small companion as the man shifted slightly, still trying to get his stomach to settle down before he left the two there to fend for themselves. Sarah nodded slowly and did just as Jamie instructed. She closed her eyes tightly.<*>

"See no evil."

"And... cover your ears as well Sarah."

"Hear no evil."

<*>Sarah rose her two little small hands up to her ears and clasped them over them tightly as she turned away from Jamie and the man, just in case she had the urge to open her eyes, she would see nothing of what was happening. Jamie smiled sweetly to the little girl before turning back to the man, the smile on her face fading to a grim look. He went to walk around her and she grabbed him by the arm, swinging him back around, his lower back slamming into the hood of the car as he grunted out. Before he could scream or insult, Jamie's hands wrapped around his throat as she pinned him down against the hood, standing over him, pressing down.<*>

"I don't care what people say about me. You can call me a slut for all I care, it doesn't bother me, but when you say you don't have any feelings for a child. Especially! Especially that one over there, then you just crossed the whole fucking line between me letting you walk out of here unharmed and me breaking you into a million God damned pieces. Do you understand me?"

<*>The man's eyes were bulging with fear. The thought was running through his mind that this bitch was out of her mind, attacking him like this, especially on a road! Surely someone would stop and help or at least call the cops? But then again, he hadn't seen a car on his way out this way. But... surely one would come right? Jamie tightened her hands around the man's neck as she lifted him up off the hood momentarily before slamming him back down against it. He would have grunted out, but the only thing that escaped him was a faint, very faint, yelp. Jamie lifted him up once more before turning around and tossing him down the small bank leading off the road, the man tumbled and rolled down it.

Coughing and hacking he pushed himself up to his hands and knees as he scooped a large rock up in his right hand. Jamie was advancing on him. He came up off the ground and swung, the rock struck her right across the temple. She staggered to the side slightly, a dull throbbing sensation was beating at her head as she felt a small, warm, trickle of blood flow down the side of her head. She grinned as she tilted her head towards the man, who lost all color in his face. She should have been knocked out with that.<*>

"Jesus tap dancing Christ... What are--"

<*>Before the man could finish he was backhanded, it stumbled him back and he lost grip of the rock, it fell to the ground. Jamie advanced in and hit a rising knee lift to the slightly hunched over man, he sprung up briefly before falling back, completely sprawled out. Jamie mounted his waist as she picked up a large rock that lay nearby. He groaned out and shook his head, his vision was a bit blurry, he was seeing two of the crazy lady. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly before opening them, a better focus, and what he saw didn't excite him in the least, he saw her hand raised above her head with the rock in it before it came smashing down between his eyes, over and over and over.

Dull sounds soon became sickening squelching sounds. She rose it one more time before forcefully slamming it back down, cracking his skull further in. She got up off of him and lifted his lifeless body up, holding him up by the shoulders as she tilted her head. She wanted to make sure... She placed her hands on the sides of his head tightly before forcefully snapping his head in one direction, a loud, sickening, bone breaking noise sounded out as she let him fall limp from her grasp.

Sarah did as she was instructed the entire time, when Jamie's hand softly touched her shoulder, Sarah lowered her hands and opened her eyes before turning to face Jamie, looking up to her with a smile that could brighten even the gloomiest person's day. Jamie returned the smile as she squeezed Sarah's shoulder softly.<*>

"Come on. Looks like we got a car."

"What about the man? Where'd he go?"

"He... went somewhere. Far away. Come on, sweetie."

<*>Sarah's smile brightened as she ran to the car, crawling into it through the open door and over to the passenger's seat, buckling the seat belt over her as Jamie looked down the small bank to the man. Before letting Sarah know everything was okay, she moved the man out of plain sight, although, she was looking directly at the spot. Sarah's voice calling for her snapped her out of her daze and she walked to the car, getting into the driver's side and shutting the door, Sarah told her she should buckle up and she did. She hadn't driven a car in a while but, its like riding a bike, once you learn, you never really forget. She sighed as she turned the key in the ignition. The engine roared to life and soon afterwards she pulled off the shoulder of the road. They got as far as Battle Creek before they needed to rest, sun was already down. They had acquired some money from the man as well, some from his wallet, some in the glove department. More than enough now. Seems the man was slightly endowed in money. They'd stay at a hotel.

They shared the same bed, Jamie had an arm draped over Sarah's small body. She still couldn't figure out why, but she was drawn to this child, as if it was her universal duty to protect her and keep her safe. Whatever the reason might be, she definitely intended to do that.<*>

"Good night Sarah."

"Good night Jamie... I love you."

"I... I love you too Sarah."

<*>Jamie smiled and squeezed the small girl gently. She truly did feel love for the small child. She, again, was almost a loss over this, as she couldn't pinpoint why, but it didn't matter. She loved the girl and she was all the girl had now. It didn't take long before either of them drifted off into a slumber.<*>[/font][/center]

[v]

"Oh dear me..."

Archer looks down at the next card, for the next person of unique interest. This wasn't right, was it? There was two names on the card. He looks around with a bit of a daze of confusion. That was odd to say the least, but a job is a job. He turns the card over and looks at the text embedded into it.

Don't ruin this one Archer. She is of high interest to me, I don't care what it takes, I don't care if it causes you bodily harm and trust me... it may do such a thing. Make sure she gets your card, make sure she gets the parcel and make sure she eats.

She loves red meat.

Archer raises his eyebrow at the text before sliding the card into his pocket with a somewhat well, sigh. Adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose he smiles somewhat before looking up into the night time sky.

"Pet projects do so tend to be of an exhausting venture. I hope he appreciates this amount of work, she isn't easy to find without clues."

He clasps his hands behind his back and begins to walk down the dusty, abandoned, dirt road that she was last spotted traveling on. Really, such effort. Even Miss Cadavre was of easier location.

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Several Hours Later...



A knock taps on the hotel room door, a knock a knock oh how it was true to be a knock. He adjusts his glasses and looks down at himself. His normal priest garb would.. not suffice in this situation. It seemed his associate was adamant that this woman was how would a commoner understand... ahem, "Smarter than the av-erage Bear!". Hence Archer had been forced to.. borrow the outfit of a Bell-hop. Oh dear. His finger length gloves tighten around the cart as he stands before what was indeed no doubt, her door. His glasses once more adjusted on the bridge of his nose, thank God he could change out of these and back into his clothes at a moments notice. Knocking softly again.

"Hello, Ma'am? Room Service, compliments of the Hotel. For you and your...

Daughter."

[jd]

<*>While it was true that she was asleep, she was such a light sleeper that the faintest noise, even a mouse scurrying across the floor, would have woken her. She had developed this type of sleeping habit since becoming Sarah's guardian. The rapping at the door woke her. Her eyes instantly fell to Sarah, making sure she was okay before sliding out of the bed slowly. She looked at the knife, her knife, on the bed side table. She picked it up for a moment before sneering at it, she didn't need it really. Was just room service after all. Even if it wasn't, she wouldn't need the knife. She herself was enough. She sat it back on the table before moving to the door. One crimson red eye looking through the peep hole as she stares out at the person on the other side. Seemed legit enough. She unlocked the door, but made sure to leave the chain lock on as she pulled the door open as far as it would with the chain holding it back, turning on the light as she did and stepped in so he could see her through the small opening. She narrowed her eyes a bit as she stared at him from the crack of the door.<*>

"A bit late to be sending room service out and about, isn't it? Or maybe I haven't been sleeping for as long as I think I have perhaps?"

[v]

"Wandering sleep hours plague me to, quite often Miss Dourif. As I said, compliments of the Hotel, and the Chef. Seeing such a loving single Mother must have tugged at the old man's heart strings. I will need for you to sign the sheet though, saying you received this and it was to your liking. May I, come in?"

Archer looks into Jamie's eyes with a bit of... fear. This woman was giving off a certain kind of bad vibe, not one of hate, one of pure violence. Much much stronger than hate. He adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose with that demure smile. He locks eyes with Miss Dourif as he taps the fingers of his right hand against the food cart he had been moving around in order to find her room. "She is of high interest to me." Archer was almost fearing of how high his associate must have meant, not to mention the "at all costs" type attitude that had been embedded within his target location card this time. Archer simply refused to fight, it was quite simple he would not strike a woman. Regardless of how... much of a killing intent was more than evident in the stagnant air whirling through the hallway, and Jamie's Hotel room itself. He grips the cart firmly with his right hand while smiling at Jamie.

[jd]

"The chef huh?"

Him saying her name didn't phase her at all. It never entered her mind that it was strange, after all, she did have to sign the guest book upon checking in. Single mother huh? Well, one would suspect it was that at first glance, only by getting to know the two would they know it wasn't the case. She shut the door without saying a word. A few seconds later it reopened fully and she stepped away from the door, indicating that he could come in, walking backwards as she did, to the bed, she slowly lowered herself to a sitting position, eyes never losing sight of the man as she did.<*>

"Where's this sheet I have to sign?"

<*>Short with her words, like always. Well, almost always. She took a quick glance over her shoulder to Sarah, who was still asleep, breathing shallowly as she did. She was probably dreaming a peaceful dream. One where she wasn't living out of hotel rooms, but in her own home. Was Jamie in the dream? It was possible. She looked back to the man who had awoken her from her slumber.<*>

[v]

Archer rolls the cart in slowly with a smile on his face, finally. He steps into the room, casting his gaze to the sleeping child in the bed. Reaching into his coat he removes the location card, staring it over he adjusts his glasses carefully. It was her, without a doubt, without fail. He pulls the clipboard out from the second "rack" of the cart, under the long white flowing cloth covering it and hands it to Jamie slowly. He then proceeds to remove the cloth and reveals the vast food stored on top of, and within the aforementioned cart. He then kneels down and pulls a small parcel like object from the very bottom rack, placing it down on the floor he undoes the buttons of the annoying bell boy like outfit. Stripping the entire outfit off completely, Archer is left in his usual priest, white garb. Turning to face Jamie he smiles before pulling out his calling card, his name, his contact number, the usual.

"My name is Archer.

I'm here as a promissory note of good will, for your future endevors. Whatever they may be. I am sorry.... but the food is good, it is safe to eat. Before you pull that precious knife out once again... I'm not here, to harm..

Sarah.

Or you. I am simply here to aide you both, as per the request of my associate. The parcel shall explain most of your questions. I would advise though.... no violence in front of the child Miss Dourif. It tends to traumatize children so easily. After all... see no evil, hear no evil. Correct?"

Archer smiles with that demure smile before adjusting his glasses once more. He places the tip of his calling card inside the left thigh of a roasted chicken on the cart. The tinted glasses reflecting some of the light coming in from the hallway. Causing that "white eyed" effect to be evident. Jamie Dourif, quite skilled in what Archer's associate had dubbed "Violent Street" techniques of fighting. Archer had no intent of causing a physical scene, especially with a young female child present. He would however... as per the card dictated, do anything needed for Jamie to hear him out and understand the situation. Despite if that meant being harmed, or causing it. Archer adjusts his glasses once more, with yet another smile. His hands clasp behind his back as he bows his head slightly on an angle.

"It would be much easier to take care of the young Lady Sarah....

If certain legal purposes, were taken care of for you. Wouldn't it Miss Dourif?"

[jd]

<*>She growled slightly in her throat. She didn't like that smile of his one bit. Her eyes drifted from him to the thing he placed on the floor and then back up to him. See no evil, hear no evil. Yeah, that was true. She had always instructed Sarah to close her eyes and cover her ears when she had to do something... Something that was bad. Something that the child did not need to see or hear. Sarah would see no evil and she would hear no evil. Jamie would speak of no evil to her. Everything Jamie did now was for Sarah. She couldn't justify killing people, or even beating them senseless, she couldn't justify it when she did it, but at least it wasn't just mindless now. She signed the aforementioned sheet of paper and tossed it back to him, it landed by his feet.<*>

"Just what do you mean? Certain legal purposes? I'm doing a damn good job of taking care of her as is."

<*>Of course, Jamie didn't know fully what he meant by that, but she didn't like it either. Scooting up on the bed, closer to Sarah, she gently pulled her over into her lap, holding onto her. Sarah shifted slightly, Jamie rubbed her back in response and she settled down almost instantly, snuggling her head against Jamie's chest. Jamie watched for a moment, that sweet smile on her face before looking back up to Archer, the smile diminishing, only to be replaced by a cold, hard stare.<*>

"You mentioned an associate. This person wants you to... aide me? Why?"

[v]

"His mind was never my concern to understand Miss Dourif, I am simply a temporary assistant for the time being. Yet his wishes are things I must make reality for that time being. Legal reasons seem to be quite unique Miss Dourif, quite annoying and tiresome. However it seems my associate has gone through quite some of that all just for your sake, Miss Dourif. Odd indeed if you ask me."

Archer kneels down and pinches the top strings of the parcel, lifting it up in his hands. He sets it down on the bed softly and cuts the top of it open using, his fingers. Opening the box slowly he pulls out a small pile of paper work, adjusting his glasses he looks over the front page of it with that slight smile. He places it down a foot or so from Jamie and the child, a single black pen on top of the paper. Archer adjusts his glasses again before a low dull sound begins to pitch out through the room. He sighs and reaches into one of his coat pockets, pulling out a odd looking cell phone he bows his head on a slight angle before taking a few steps away from the bed. Answering it as he does so.

"Yes.

Ah.... already? That's somewhat disappointing, I had believed my work was-..

.... Indeed. Miss Dourif has just been handed the papers as we speak. I cannot speak for her, but I somewhat doubt she will refuse to sign them. Indeed.

Immediately?... Hm. So it shall be then."

Archer closes the phone with a slight sigh, his attention turns back to Jamie on the bed with a smile. He slightly bows his head on an angle before reaching into yet another one of his coat pockets. He removes an odd looking loli-pop. The shape of what seems to be an animal's skull, but with an even stranger looking mask covering.... only half of it's entirity. He places it down on the bed before bowing his body down at his waist, his right arm sweeping across his chest. He takes out a business card... a pitch black business card. He sticks it into the side of the wall near the door. He sighs before shaking his head and exiting the room.

[skylerhigh]

Just as Archer disappears, a white light illuminates the room. A figure dressed in white spins out of the light and scans the room quickly, looking intently for something... or someone. Spotting the woman, Dylan bows his head in apology. He looks out of the door to spot a black cloak disappear around another hallway corner. Dylan curses himself for being late and nods to the woman again.

Dylan: Sorry.

Dylan spots the business card and curses again, but instead of burning it simply disappears into another burst of white light.

[jd]

<*>Setting Sarah back down on her spot on the bed gently she slides out of the bed again and walks over to the door, shutting it and locking it and then plucking the card from the wall, twirling it between her fingers gently she takes in just what happened with the second visitor. Not that things like that scared her or got under her skin or anything, she had seen some pretty weird stuff just simply growing up and did some pretty sick and twisted stuff herself, sometimes on a daily basis.<*>

"If one more God damned person shows up tonight... I'm severing their spine."

<*>She walked back over to the bed and sat gently on it, looking over the card, turning it every so often. Just staring at it. She leaned forward and placed it on the bed side table before turning her attention to the clipboard with the papers on it. She picked it up and brought it over onto her lap, moving the pen so it wouldn't block anything. She read the first few lines of it, a bit stunned to see what they pertained to. She sat up straight and looked over her shoulder to Sarah. She was still confused about it all. The associate. The man known as Archer. The other guy. These papers. Of course, the other thought was how he knew where to find her.<*>

"Full... legal... custody?"

//To Be Continued\\