Mindlink

[Linksquest]

HAhah I know... but now... i must write the SECOND in the trilogy... and add in new chars...

[Linksquest]

MINDLINK VI: BOOK THE SECOND: OF DOVES AND RAVENS

By Linksquest



Chapter 1:

The Perfect End to a Tragic Day



"At last! The verdict!" The tall, pale-skinned woman gazed at her television with anticipation. How many days had she been awaiting this day to arrive? She couldn't remember. Nightmares of Michael Jackson permeated her mind as far back as her memory could reach. He stood there, towering above the world crushing all joy and hope of freedom. He had ruined her life. Ravena Ivanho Poe was now sure she would get the satisfaction she had been longing for: Michael behind bars for good.

Ravena brushed back her long, flowing, night-black hair behind her slightly pointed ears. She removed her pitch black sunglasses from her dark brown eyes so that she could better see the sky. "Bright and sunny with a balmy breeze. I bet she is hoping this is an indication of the outcome."



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Doverina Snow's nicely trimmed blonde hair flowed gracefully in the warm breeze. "Oh Micheal, we're all here for you!" Her clear blue eyes sparkled with heartfelt hope. "Now listen here my children," she smiled benevolently down at the doves caged within the metal crate, "I'll let one of you out to soar into the air for every charge of which Mr. Jackson is acquitted!" The doves stared back blankly at the smiling woman.

Reaching down to her pink purse, Ms. Snow retrieved a tube of ruby red lipstick. After applying said lipstick to her puckered lips, she re-sealed the lipstick and retrieved a pen from her pink purse. "Now what should I write on the tube, children?" She pondered for a moment, her hand pressed contemplatively against her forehead. "Oh I know," she exclaimed suddenly, "From a friend who cares.

No no no… that's all wrong," she raged quickly rubbing off the fresh ink from the lipstick tube. "It should be something that better captures my true feelings. Now let's see…" Ms. Snow smiled at her own creative genius as she dotted the exclamation mark at the end of her little message which was now inked upon the ruby-lipstick tube.



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Ravena Ivanho Poe paced the room, her long black trench coat flowing behind her. "I feel so powerless! I wish there was something that I could do to ensure that that— creature gets what he deserves!" She grimaced at the television screen. "Who are these people who are supporting Mr. Haxxson?! He obviously hasn't destroyed their lives. If only they had experienced the inferno of…!"

Ravena's mouth remained open. The loud booming voice of "not guilty" for the first charge echoed now more loudly within her brain. Astonishment increased with the ensuing parade of "not guilty" which ushered forth from the monotonous mouth of the speaker. Dove's flew from up from the back of the supporting crowd cheering for their victory after ever call of "not guilty."



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Ms. Snow laughed wholeheartedly with every cheer which emanated from the crowd. "Not guilty!" Never had such words ever sounded so sweet and clear. She kissed the forehead of each dove that she released into the air after every jubilant call of "Not guilty!"

"Dream do come true!" She danced all the way home, stopping only for a bit of vanilla ice cream. "I will sleep well tonight in the knowledge that Mr. Jackson is safe from the clutches of those haters."



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"Not Guilty? NOT GUILTY?!?!?!" Ravena screamed and threw her hands up with rage. The sky outside her window seemed to darken; With the TV shut off, the silence was broken by the sound of a thousand swiftly beating wings. She opened the window to her 3rd story apartment; the ledges all around were covered in the blackness of raven's wings. "Come," she whispered to the masses, "We have work to do."

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Chapter 2: Old Friends / New Abilities

The sky is blue. John is sitting at his computer as a fan rhythmically turns and turns, a light breeze brushes across his pensive, brown eyes. His fingers type slowly as the words form in his mind. He is thinking of other things— other places.

The fan almost falls as John catches it with his left hand. The summer is just beginning as high school becomes part of a quickly fading past. He brushes his hair from his forehead; it is longer now than it once was.

“Sometimes trying to remember is more painful than trying to forget.â€

[Linksquest]

Chapter 3: A Storm is Brewing

“I want those flowers set over there!â€

[Linksquest]

Chapter 3 continued

“Hello everyone,â€

[meboeck]

Wow. This is getting quite interesting. I like what you're doing with this part of the story so far!