Chapter #23: As if the motel lobby couldn’t get any worse

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To say Annie was not having a good day would be the understatement of the millennium. It was actually a pretty bad day, Annie would even go so far as to say it was a particularly awful day. A day that was pretty far up there on her list of shitty days she'd had over the course of her life. It wasn't quite number one, but she'd definitely put it in the top ten. Maybe even the top five.

This job was complicated enough as it was, finding out your employer's boss was some sort of doppelganger is bound to throw a wrench in the works. But Jaigra and those damn Seraphs showing up on top of that and dredging up painful memories Annie thought she'd buried brought new complications that the Stranger had neither the time nor the patience to deal with. Not to mention the fact that her sort of ex sort of enemy neglected to mention that Annie apparently had a doppelganger of her own running around back in Therult living the life she'd left behind.

So yeah, today was definitely in the top five.

She arrived outside the motel and took a quick look around. No sign of Jaigra or the Seraphs and no sign of Sheriff Not-Jed or whatever monster he was keeping on a leash. Good. She pushed open the door, only to feel a frantic buzzing in the back of her neck. Annie pulled the door closed and pressed herself against the exterior wall just in time for hole the size of her head to get blasted through the motel door, sending splintered fragments of wood flying out into the street.

"What the hells?" Annie cursed and then chanced a quick look through the convenient hole in the door. Tallis stood behind the counter calmly loading another round of shells into her shotgun. 

"Tallis what the fuck?" Annie shouted. The girl looked up at her as she snapped the shotgun closed and leveled it at the Stranger who ducked out of the way again as Tallis unloaded the shotgun into the door again. 

Today was swiftly becoming one of the top three worst days of Annie's life.

The Stranger weighed her options. She was armed and armored, so option one was to go in guns blazing while Talis was reloading and get off a shot or two, but Annie didn't really want to hurt the girl. Option two was to try and get to Tallis and disarm her without getting shot, which Tallis seemed determined to make rather difficult for Annie. She could burn an ironblood elixir and make closing that distance a cakewalk, but she’d been using so many of her battle concoctions that she was down to her last one. Better to save it and chance getting shot now rather than cut in half by that grey mage’s monster later. 

Annie took a deep breath and peeped through the hole in the door. The frantic buzzing immediately erupted down her spine and she stepped back just in time for Tallis to blow the door entirely off its hinges. Well, it was now or never.

She bolted inside and saw Tallis calmly loading the shotgun behind the counter, the motion looked so routine it was as if she was polishing the smudge out a glass rather than loading a deadly weapon. Annie suppressed a shudder and kept moving. There was an audible click as Tallis finished loading the gun and leveled the barrel at Annie.

"Shit!" Annie was only about halfway through the lobby. Perhaps forgoing the elixir had been a bad decision. She dove to the ground as the shotgun roared overhead, obliterating the space her torso had occupied just a second ago. No time to stop. Annie scrambled on all fours across the floor and sprang over the counter, tackling Tallis and pinning her arms down so she could wrench the shotgun away from her and throw it as far from her as she could.

"Tallis what the fuck?" Annie shouted again. Tallis said nothing and struggled beneath her in an attempt to wiggle out of Annie's grip, slipping a hand loose to try and go for Annie's throat. She grabbed Tallis' wrist and pinned it under her knee, finally taking a good look at the girl.

Tallis' eyes were hazy, as if she were looking at something just beyond Annie rather than right at her, and her jaw was completely slack. There was no sign of any tension or aggression in her body as she tried to throw the Stranger off of her; it gave Annie a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. With Tallis mostly safely restrained, Annie chanced a quick tap on her glasses and threads of veil energy sprang to life all around her. 

Tallis was surrounded by light blue threads very similar to Tulvir's Annie had seen back in the office. But what immediately caught her attention were the barbed grey threads bound in a circlet around her head. The thin grey threads severed the natural blue threads that should have been enveloping the girl, cutting off the natural flow of energy to and from her mind. Annie wasn’t sure what would happen if the circlet was dispelled, but they didn’t have much other choice.

She bit down on her thumb to reopen the small tear in it she’d made earlier and smeared the blood across Tallis’ forehead. The girl began spasming erratically and there was a sizzling spark of magic as the spell collapsed, threads snapped and thrashed like a dying wild animal searing small arcs of flesh across Annie’s arms and face as she tried to back away. The grey light surged and there was a final sharp popping sound, then the light faded. The severed threads fell off of Tallis’ body like dying leaves drifting to the earth. 

Tallis gasped suddenly and sat bolt upright, coughing and gagging like she was trying to expel seawater from her lungs. Tears streamed down her face and she buried her face in her hands to sob. Annie studied her silently, the only sounds were the girl's chocked sobs echoing across the desolated motel lobby. 

"Tallis?" Annie crept closer to her, "Are you alright?"

"I couldn't do anything," Tallis clawed at her temples like she was trying to dig out the memory, "I couldn't stop myself. It was in my head!" 

"Who was?" Annie leaned in closer. 

"Jed! I thought it was Jed! But it wasn't and it... it put something inside my thoughts. It twisted them around and made me not me anymore!" Tallis shuddered and pulled her legs up to her chest. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to do it..."

Annie put what she hoped was a comforting hand on Tallis' arm, "Hey, hey, hey! It's okay, nobody got hurt. Just a couple new holes in the door. Honestly they really light up the lobby."

Tallis gave a weak chuckle, then looked up at Annie and her eyes widened, "You're bleeding."

Annie frowned, "I am?" she looked down at her torso. Sure enough there was a smattering of small holes in her pauldron and the shoulder of her jacket with a thin trickle of blood running down her arm.

"Well damn, I guess I am." Annie flexed her shoulder and winced, "Oop, yep, definitely got shot there." she glanced at Tallis’ horrified expression, "Oh don't look at me like that. This isn't even the worst I've had this week." She stood up, giving her arm a few experimental twists and grimacing. 

Annie shrugged off her jacket to take a proper look at her shoulder. It was already beginning to bruise, turning a mottled greenish purple tone, and her skin was peppered with small bloody pinpricks. It wasn’t exactly pretty to look at, but Annie much preferred it to a hole in her chest.

“Oh gods Annie, I’m so sorry.” Tears welled up in Tallis’ eyes again.

Annie frowned, “Don’t be sorry, you’re not the one who did this.”

”But I shot you!”

”Did you choose to do it?” Annie’s kept her voice level.

”N-no…” Tallis sniffled.

”Then it wasn’t you. Someone hit you with very powerful magic, there’s not a lot you could have done to stop it once the spell was cast.” Annie rose to her feet, ”I’m going to go patch myself up, I’ll be back in a minute.”

Tallis looked up at her with teary eyes, then shook her head and gave Annie a nod. The Stranger wasn’t sure if she should leave the girl alone, but Sheriff Not-Jed already had a head start on her. She needed to catch up before he hurt someone else.

Annie strode with purpose back to her motel room and threw open the door, unbuckling her breastplate and tossing it along with her bloody jacket onto the bed as she made a beeline for her bag. Picking it up with her good arm, Annie brought the bag over to her bed and dumped out its contents. Various toiletries, tools, clothes, and rations tumbled onto the mattress and Annie rooted around briefly before plucking up a slim tin case and carrying it into the bathroom. 

She’d put away most of her alchemy equipment before she’d left, but had left the handheld burner on the toilet and a pair of tongs resting in the sink for later. Annie set her tin down next to the sink and took a proper look at herself in the mirror.

She looked awful. The shoulder of her flannel had dozens of little rips in it from the shotgun blast and her side was crusty with dried blood from her fight with the demon in the mines. Her body was mottled with all kinds of bruises over every visible inch of skin, and there were several small cuts and lacerations across her cheek and along the side of her neck. Looking in the mirror brought with it a rush of exhaustion that crashed over Annie like a tidal wave. Every inch of her hurt, she had barely slept, and hadn’t even thought about eating in almost two days. She was tired. But, exhausted or not, the Stranger had to get to work.

Annie flipped open the tin and retrieved a thin pair of tweezers from the medical supplies inside and plucked a towel from the beside the sink. Biting down on the towel, Annie dug the scissors into the first of her shrapnel wounds. She wasn’t able to be as gentle as such a process might require, but she bit harder into her improvised gag and dove into the agonizing job of pulling shrapnel from her wounds piece by bloody piece, dropping each of them into the sink after extracting them.

She completed the work quickly enough. By the time she was done there were nearly a dozen bits of metal littering the bottom of the sink. She ran the towel under some water in the sink for a few seconds and then hastily wiped at the wounds she could see.. Now that the tedious part was out of the way, Annie grabbed the leftover bandages from when Connor had patched her up the second time and wound them tight across her chest and shoulder then pinning it into place. 

Satisfied she wouldn’t bleed more into her favorite jacket, Annie returned to the bedroom and rummaged around her alchemy kit, pulling the vial of pearlescent fluid from inside and holding it up to the light to inspect it. It still shimmered with a rainbow of color across its milky surface, purified and full of alchemic potential. 

Annie had three particular concoctions in mind: another ironblood elixir, a celerity elixir, and medical elixir. Annie had a feeling she’d need her best combat alchemy to grapple with the grey thread mage. And if that was the case, there was one more tool she should add to her arsenal…

Annie grabbed a short rubber chord and bound it around her arm in a makeshift tourniquet, then pulled a sterile syringe from her alchemy kit. Carefully, she pushed the needle into the antecubital vein in the crook of her elbow and withdrew some of her blood. Once the syringe was full Annie dabbed at the vein with a small blood-spotted cloth and swapped its contents with one of the vials on her bandolier.

With the simple preparation out of the way, she returned her alchemy equipment to their scattered places in the bathroom and gloved up. It was time she got to work. 

 

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