For today how about a scene from GOING UNDER – a little bit of Molly with other people and some with her and Gage going at it…
Bound By Magick: GOING UNDER by LAUREN DANE
Copyright 2013, Lauren Dane
All Rights Reserved, The Berkley Publishing Group
Releasing February 5 in mass market paper and digital formats
Senator Albright gave her a considering glance. â€śJust why did you keep your existence a secret? If youâ€™re not a harm to the rest of us?â€ť
â€śSenator, all you need to do is look back over recorded history for your answer. Weâ€™ve been burned at the stake. Drowned. Tortured to death. Imprisoned. Every time humans found out about us, they tried to wipe us out. So we learned from that and kept what we were private. Not to trick anyone, but to protect ourselves. And as many of us have begun to suffer from the reaction to our existence, yet again, it canâ€™t be that hard to understand why we did it.â€ť
She sipped her water. â€śWe too understand your fear of the unknown. Of finding out overnight that no only were there werewolves, who youâ€™ve known about for several years, but witches and vampires too. And yet, you can also look to see we have not harmed you. When you didnâ€™t know about us we did not perform satanic rituals in your yards. We did not steal your children. We lived our lives just as you lived yours.â€ť
â€śHow do we know you didnâ€™t? How do we know all our criminals werenâ€™t witches or vampires or whatever else unholy things? Animals disappearing, serial killers, war, famine! How do we know you people arenâ€™t responsible for everything bad?â€ť
Molly looked at Alison Moore, not surprised by her ignorance, just exhausted by it. â€śThis is small-minded and petty nonsense. Weâ€™re not trying to track humans or take away your basic human rights. Weâ€™re simply asking the same of humans. Anything else is a waste of precious time and energy. And as someone who has lost loved ones, along with Mr. Sawyer and pretty much every single Other I know, we understand just how precious that time is now. This is our moment, as Americans, to shine. To set an example, as we have over and over through our history. It is not time to crawl back into factions and throw rocks. We want all that we had before the Magister showed up. That is all.â€ť
Molly took up every last second before she let go, knowing many of the senators on the committee had another meeting right after this one ended. It worked as they thanked everyone for their testimony and headed out.
Molly turned to face the woman coming toward her. Her stomach clenched and it felt . . . wrong.
Gage shoved her from the way so hard she hit the corner of the table on her hip, sending a shock of pain through her body.
â€śBack up, right now.â€ť
Power radiated from Gage, and Molly again found herself fascinated by how Gage used his magick.
Police had come around, weapons drawn. Gage put his hands up. â€śThis woman has something in her right hand.â€ť
The police moved toward Gage and Molly was not having it. â€śDid you hear what he said? No! Heâ€™s not the issue. She is. At least get whatever she has before she drops it.â€ť Molly pulled every last bit of authority that had been handing in the air and drew it around herself. It worked as one of the police officers moved to the woman.
He held it aloft. â€śLooks like paint or ink. Maybe blood.â€ť
The woman spit at the cop, who really got pissed off, spinning her and cuffing her wrists.
Mollyâ€™s would-be attacker began to scream. â€śSheâ€™s a monster. Theyâ€™re going to kill us all! How can you all just sit there calmly while they take over? Every last one of them needs to be killed. They are ungodly. An abomination on our lands.â€ť
â€śDo you see what youâ€™ve done, Molly?â€ť
Molly turned to face Alison Moore, who wore that damned smirk again.
â€śThere is no excuse for you. You are unholy, a blight sent upon this land sent to test us. We will not fail.â€ť
â€śMs. Moore, I did this. Back in third grade. I believe I know you are, but what am I would be the next line. But Iâ€™m not in third grade anymore and neither are you. So letâ€™s be absolutely clear on this. We will not allow you to terrorize or threaten us. We want peace. We want to help you understand us. We donâ€™t need you to love or accept what we are. We just wonâ€™t tolerate being assaulted. You need to understand that point.â€ť
â€śIâ€™m not being coy. It would serve you not to be either. Lastly, itâ€™s Ms. Ryan. You donâ€™t know me well enough to use my first name.â€ť Molly turned back to Gage, whoâ€™d just finished speaking with the police.
â€śSheâ€™s one of those flour-bomber types. Theyâ€™re not going to punish her for it. Sheâ€™ll be fined. Are you all right? I pushed you out of the way a little hard.â€ť
She rubbed her hip. â€śOh, that little bit of fluff didnâ€™t scare me. I just . . . it felt wrong. I donâ€™t know why.â€ť
â€śI could feel it too. She projected menace pretty clearly.â€ť He smiled. â€śYou listened to your gut pretty well there.â€ť
â€śHm. Letâ€™s go before they get out the blood and try to make it a scene from Carrie.â€ť
â€śI donâ€™t know,â€ť Gage murmured as he ushered her from the room out into the chaos of the hallway, â€śmight be nice to see that scene where she started blowing up cars and shit with her mind.â€ť
People pressed in on all sides, but sheâ€™d be damned if she allowed any of them to make her afraid. Or at least to look it in public. She held her head up high, kept close to Gage and Faine and hoped she didnâ€™t trip.
â€śNext time we do this weâ€™ll need more security and to leave by a different door,â€ť she said as they finally got to their car.
â€śNext time? What the hell do you mean?â€ť
â€śTestifying. Not just here, but Iâ€™ve been asked to go to D.C. next Tuesday with a group of Others to address a new committee theyâ€™ve established to deal with the Other issue.â€ť
â€śIssue? Like weâ€™re measles.â€ť Gage snarled it and she was glad Faine was in the car behind theirs.
â€śLook, this is reality. We canâ€™t pretend it away. Some of them do think of us as akin to a communicable disease. We canâ€™t get anywhere until more people donâ€™t think that. And the only way to do that is to be out there countering what those PURITY people say about us.â€ť
â€śWhy bother? I could have shut her up with the flick of my wrist.â€ť
She rolled her eyes. â€śOh yes, that would have been peachy keen. Then she could have talked about how we used magick on her to shut her up.â€ť
â€śSo then she can get everyone wondering just what we do to them without their knowing it. We canâ€™t give them anything else to use against us. Sheâ€™s dangerous, Gage. PURITY is dangerous. They will do whatever they have to to harm us.â€ť
â€śSo why are we wasting our time on diplomacy? Fuck this and those assholes. Why are we even letting them get close enough to throw ink on you? Theyâ€™re not worthy of your time.â€ť
â€śOf course theyâ€™re not worth my time. But thatâ€™s not the issue here.â€ť
â€śSo what is the issue here then? Donâ€™t you think your talents would be better utilized elsewhere?â€ť
â€śOh, for goodness sake, Gage! What do you think my talents are? Iâ€™m not a big badass witch like you or Lark. Iâ€™m not some whizbang, awesome-at-everything witch like Meriel and those other full-council witches. The Godâ€™s honest truth is that this is exactly where my talents are best utilized. I am good at what I do. Better than that hack Alison Moore, thatâ€™s for damned sure. The issue here is that the walls are closing in around us and fast. Every day thereâ€™s something new. More dumb legislation aimed at stripping more of our rights away. The issue is, Iâ€™ve got to work to stop it and I can. I am totally capable of doing it. Better than most anyone I can imagine. And that when I do I will be slapping the spit out of those thugs in PURITY is just icing.â€ť
â€śYour talents could be better utilized for something good. Where people donâ€™t want to hurt you all the time. Thatâ€™s all Iâ€™m saying. Those PURITY people arenâ€™t going to change their minds. They like to hate something. They lost Russia and have been looking for something else as big-bad-evil ever since. Weâ€™re it.â€ť
â€śI donâ€™t care about PURITY. No, we wonâ€™t change their minds. Small minds are often closed anyway. Itâ€™s everyone else. Do you want PURITYâ€™s voice to be the only one out there? Where weâ€™re Satan worshippers barbecuing the family pet to call demons?â€ť She snorted. â€śGod, theyâ€™re dumb. Anyway, if there is no answering voice, thatâ€™s who we are. And I refuse to let that hang out there without being the counter to it. A woman with my taste in shoes would never eat a kitten.â€ť She sniffed.
Molly was hot with anger. It filled her body and fired her up. Oh, she was mad now and it didnâ€™t happen very often. But when it did, well, she didnâ€™t stop until sheâ€™d won. Until sheâ€™d vanquished the person who made her mad.
Only the situation was far beyond a cheating boyfriend or someone who stole a client. This was big and she was quite sure sheâ€™d never felt like this. More than anger, she was offended by the hateful things she had to deal with every single day.
â€śAlso, PURITY has, oh, I donâ€™t know, offended my something. In a big way. Iâ€™m so angry at them Iâ€™m not articulate. That horrible, evil bitch is going down. Satanic rituals? Oh my god, fuck them sideways!â€ť
He laughed then. â€śYouâ€™re going to make me get into an accident with the stuff you say.â€ť
â€śBefore I continue, I believe your next line is, â€śBut youâ€™re right and Iâ€™m sorry for being such a jerky dookie head.â€ť
â€śDookie head? You just said fuck them sideways and I get dookie head?â€ť
â€śRosa canâ€™t abide insults to family. Or to people you like in general. So sheâ€™d get so mad if you called your brother or best friend stupid or anything bad. Dookie head was as rough as it got round their house.â€ť
â€śSo you like me?â€ť
â€śMost of the time.â€ť She gave him side eye.
â€śWell, a guy like me canâ€™t ask for much more I guess.â€ť
â€śI donâ€™t lose.â€ť She said it quietly, but he heard it straight to his heart. She sounded angry, yes, but maybe just a little bit lost too.
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