People ran from the concert hall, screaming in reaction to the horror they had just witnessed. Their clothes bloodied, assorted limbs broken and their minds numb by the massacre they had just seen, many fought their way to the ambulances that were just pulling up.
Appearing much calmer than the fleeing concert attendees, several identically black clad individuals emerged holding various assortments of weapons. Those waiting for services of the ambulance attendants cowered at the sight of these imposing figures and anyone who would manage to retain their sanity knew that they would never forget this horrific night.
In addition to their confusion, the earth began to shake violently. Buildings shook on their foundations; people struggled to maintain their balance as they attempted to assist those in need. Suddenly, a crevice in the ground began to form around the auditorium. Rapidly, it widened and the concert hall began a slow descent. Before the horrified eyes of the onlookers, the building slowly disappeared from sight and the ground sealed itself around the buried structure.
The earth stilled but was replaced by a forceful wind that seemed to approach tornado proportions. The gusts were so strong that people were thrown from where they stood and deposited a few feet away, trees were uprooted and vehicles were overturned. Sand from the nearby beach was lifted by the winds and created a sandstorm that was blinding.
As quickly as this chaos had started, it stopped with what many later claimed sounded like a great sigh. Two events of importance happened that night: Rock and roll music ended and a legend was born.
New York City
The night air was dense - the pollution eating away at a person's very life breath. Across the street from a luxury apartment building, a lone figure stood and carefully watched. Clothed in an evening dress covered by a dark cloak, the female figure watched intently until the person of her attentions left the building.
Crossing the street, the female figure walked seductively up to the security desk where a young guard sat. Flicking her platinum blond hair over her shoulder and letting the low cut silver lame gown gape open slightly, she leaned over the desktop to bat her grey eyes at the astonished young man.
"Excuse me," she breathed, “I was wondering if you could help me."
The young guard blushed under her intense gaze and stammered a reply.
“I, I hope so." He prayed with all his might that he could. "What is your problem?"
The woman lowered her eyelashes demurely, as if ashamed that she had to ask for
“I have made a terrible mistake." Her eyes opened wide and the guard saw embarrassment and a little fear hidden within their depths. “I was supposed to meet Mr. Arnold here and I totally forgot."
"Well, he just left the building."
The woman let tears fill her eyes.
"Oh dear! " Her voice cracked with terror on those two words. "He probably went out to find me. What am I going to do now?"
The panic in her voice touched the guard and he offered a solution to her problem.
“You could wait here." He began then saw the disappointed expression in this young woman's beautiful face. "Or I could let you in his apartment and you could wait there."
She immediately brightened.
"Could you? I would so like to surprise him!"
The guard's heart warmed at the expression of joy that illuminated the woman's face. At this moment, he would do anything for her.
“Of course. I have a master key and I will just take you up there." The guard smiled brightly at her, which she returned with a warmness that aroused the guard. Taking a key from a line of several, he led the young woman to the elevators.
"Here you go." The guard stated as he unlocked the door and it easily swung open. "If you need anything else, my name is Jerry and I will be on the front desk until midnight"
The woman stepped into the apartment then smiled sensuously.
"Thank you Jerry, you have been extremely helpful. Just don't tell Mr. Arnold that I am here, I would like to surprise him."
"I won't." Jerry promised. "And, if I may say so, he should be pleasantly surprised."
The woman smiled and closed the door. As she leaned against the wooden barrier, she allowed herself a self-satisfied smirk.
"I should say that Mr. Arnold will be surprised.” Kaya chuckled. "Though I wouldn't make any guarantees about the pleasantly part.”
An hour later, at approximately eleven PM, Kaya heard the sound of heavy footsteps approaching the apartment. Kaya hid behind the door and poured ether on a rag. Holding her breath, she listened to the key turning in the lock. Judah Arnold walked in, closed the door but before he could turn on the light, a rag was pushed over his mouth and nose. After a few minutes of useless struggling, Judah sank to the floor.
Kaya dragged the heavy figure over to a waiting chair. Struggling she pulled him into a sitting position then fastened the handcuffs on each wrist connecting the other end to the chair arm. Taking his ankles and placing them against the chair legs, Kaya hooked the unconscious man to the chair. The chair had already been securely tied, the ropes running tightly through the shelves of a heavy bookshelf that was fastened to the wall. The chair was incapable of moving, as was the occupant of it. In the world, there would be very few men strong enough to break the bonds that held Judah captive.
Kaya sat on a sofa a few feet away from the sleeping Judah. Alert, adrenaline flowing from nervous anticipation, the real possibility of personal danger and the general thrill of her actions, Kaya waited for her enemy to wake up.
Groaning, Judah's eyes opened slowly .He groggily went to move before realizing that he was trapped. Suddenly fully alert, Judah looked down in horror at the contraception before tentatively pulling on his arms and legs to break free.
"I wouldn't waste your energy Mr. Arnold.” Judah’s eyes focused on the woman sitting on his couch that he had just become aware of. Something about her looked familiar but he would be damned if he could remember what it was. Gazing lustfully at her slender form he allowed his eyes to wander over the well shaped long legs that peered out from the slits in the form fitting skirt; his lecherous eyes strayed to the flat stomach and tiny waist which the tight bodice showed to their best advantage; he gasped at the perfectly formed, not too large, breasts that were barely covered by the strapless gown. The long silver hair flowed seductively around her shoulders, bangs framing the extraordinary eyes. His passion filled eyes met her hate filled ones and he felt the erection that had sprung up, wilt immediately. Whoever this woman was she wasn't here for sexual games. The gun she held pointed at him told him that even if her eyes hadn’t.
"Who are you?" He croaked. "What do you want?"
Kaya rose gracefully from the sofa, her two-inch heels extending her height to just less than six feet.
"To talk. That's all want, I have no desire to harm you in any way."
"Then why don’t you release me? It is very uncomfortable for me sitting here like
this." Kaya gave a sarcastic laugh.
"Oh no, Mr. Arnold. That would be very foolish of me don’t you agree?" Without waiting for an answer Kaya continued, "We are going to have a discussion then I am going to leave. In the morning, an anonymous telephone call will be made to the PARR headquarters and they will come and release you."
Judah vainly struggled against his bonds.
"I don’t know who you are Miss but you are going to pay for this. No one treats me like this!"
"I think I had better introduce myself." Kaya ignored the threat; she knew the dangers of this escapade before she had even started it. This is why she had not told Gleven or anyone else what her plans were.
"My name is Kaya More and I am here to tell you that PARR might as well give up now. There is no way you are going to stop us."
Judah's eyes widened at the mention of her name. He had heard rumors that Kansall More's daughter was now involved with LUPO and was responsible for many of the disastrous PARR activities during the last two years, but he hadn't paid much attention to the stories of others. Now he believed.
"Well, Miss More." Judah said. "I certainly never expected anyone so beautiful to be involved with such a degenerate movement as LUPO."
"If I were in your position," Kaya said, her voice smooth and deadly. "I would be careful of the insults I threw around. You really are not in a position of power right now."
Judah's mouth gaped at the implied threat behind the softly spoken words. Not in years had anyone dared to even consider threatening him. It was at this point that Judah realized just how formidable an opponent Kaya was going to be.
"Ten years ago," Kaya began, her voice turning soft and melodic "you shot a man who was organizing those who disagreed with you. Like the coward you are, you shot the man in the back when he was unarmed and unaware. I was there that night, I saw you so don't try to deny it."
"Why would I deny shooting a criminal?" Judah's arrogance returned. "I was just doing my job."
Kaya raised her eyebrows.
"So your job is, or at least was then, to murder innocent citizens who have the courage to speak their minds? Hmm." Kaya smiled grimly, sending a chill through Judah. "Remember that one day, and you won't know when, I am going to help destroy you and everything you stand for. I may not be able to punish you using the legal system but I will punish you. From this day on, I will make your life a living hell. You will never know what I am going to do, when I am going to do it or how I am going to destroy the policies that PARR stands for." Kaya, tired of this interrogation turned to leave but Judah stopped her.
"The people don't want to have the responsibility of making their own decisions!" He protested. "They like having us do it for them."
Kaya paused at the door and turned to face Judah will a self-satisfied expression on her face.
"We will see who is right about this, Mr. Arnold." She calmly responded. "And I would be willing to bet anything that it will be LUPO and I who are victorious in the end."
"Over my dead body!" Judah yelled, totally enraged as the door was closing behind Kaya. Kaya, who had heard his words before the sound proofed door clicked shut, smiled.
"Just remember you said that, Mr. Arnold."