Reunion

by Saajan FRA57@AOL.COM

Here is the first part of this little adventure. Let me know what you think.

He looked around. The sweet smell of grass, the red hardware store that

looked like a barn, the "waterfall" that was actually a tiny pouring of water

from the forest to lake below. How cliché. Cliché, yes it was. It was Home.

He had said that home was a time, but also a place. Somehow, though, after

all these years, this place still captured a part of him, still made him feel

safe, secure. Now he had returned, to his friends, his neighbors, hereabout

no,he wouldn't think about that right now. He would set the wrong things

right, love would triumph, it must triumph. Without love, what is there?

Nothing. True, but for now, he would enjoy showing his companions the town.

There is a worm, a worm inside her. There is pain, a pain inside her. It

bubbles up, reaching up, caressing her mind. It whispers to her, calling her,

mocking her. The pain makes her get up each day, dress herself, and go into

the world. The pain keeps her from her falling into despair, from crawling

into herself and lying in bed, crying, crying, waiting for death. The pain

eats her mind, but pours out anger in return. Fires in her mind are sweet

ambrosia, raising her up, putting her through the motions of life. The pain

is her angel. An angel named Justiceà

The players are returning to one of the PCs, a male's, small town, for a high

school reunion. However, a girl he raped is also returning, with Geburah as

her advocate for vengeance. As time passes, events begin to wind down to the

inevitable clash between the two.

Important Characters

Jane Sullivan: The victim of a rape at a high school party, as a result of a

drug dosage slipped into her drink. She has now returned to claim revenge,

guided by Geburah in her desire for Justice. Samael, however, has a stake in

her as well, for her retaliation will consume her. For her, the two are one,

an angel bearing the name of Justice. Central NPC.

Neilan Bejamin: The football star who went on to college football and worked

to get a business degree and now works for a corporation. He was the one who

put the drug into Jane's drink, and the one who convinced Tabler and Green to

rape Jane. NPC

William Green: The fellow football player to Neilan, and a fellow rapist. He

is now involved in a sports radio show in Illinois. NPC

Micheal Tabler: The PC who is the rapist. In his mind, it was his love for

Jane that led him into temptation to rape her. In his mind, he feels that his

love will make everything all right in the end, and that God is with him. He

was once a great wrestler, who still retains his lean and powerful physique.

Even though he is a young accountant, he still works out a lot. His past will

unfold in the adventure.

Karen Yi: A PC, friend of Micheal accompanying him to his hometown. She is a

minor occultist, dabbling in the Lore of Passion. She is also adequate in

martial arts, taught to her by her father. Her vision sometimes slips into

the Realm of Passion, letting her see people by their emotional reflections.

She enjoys touching, drawing draughts of power from the physical contact. It

was her "experimenting" that led Shelly to join the group. Although Shelly has

been shocked so much she can no longer feel sexual, Karen still hugs her for

comfort. Karen grew up in a very disciplined home, and she saw sex as a form

of rebellion. She still sees sex as merely an enjoyment, and is probably a

border nymphomaniac. After the disaster with Shelly, however, Karen has toned

down her dangerous running around.

Chern-Wei: A PC, runner of a dojo, black belt in taekwondo. Worked to fight

the Yakuza and Chinese Mafia in his community through political actions and

rallying the people to stand up for their rights. In Chinatown he faced many

threats to his home and life. However, with his encouragement, numerous

witnesses came forward and locked away several top criminals. The night after

the trial, he was shot and met Samael, whom he sees as an Angel of Death.

The conversation in the ambulance still comes back to him in his dreams.

Emmit Park: A PC who is involved with Voudoo in New York. The other PCs don't

know this at all, and instead believe Emmit to have the same limited

understanding of Reality as they do. Emmit is for them a store owner in the

suburbs who was just trying to survive. He works with the homeless, and is

actually a good man. He rarely feels the need to use his Lore of Death

expertise at all, and in fact despises the magic. Emmit was involved in a

battle with a razide, or a powerful petro loa as he understood it. The

creature left a deep scar on the left side of his face. In the battle, Emmit

had to enter a Death Realm of his Catholic School teacher, who had created a

small utopia in Death. Emmit convinced the woman that she was not in Heaven,

that it was all false. The woman's soul then opened a gate to our world.

Emmit rushed out, and with the help of fellow Voudooists, managed to drive

the Razide into the Death Realm, with the soul of the nun still inside. The

last thing Emmit saw was the little paradise village burning into ashes, a

giant citadel where evil-eyed children were chained, waiting hungrily for the

woman who had tormented them to "cleanse" their souls, who had lied about God

and Satan and everything. The door closes with a scream of agony, and the

fear that it will last forever. Emmit gives up his position in the Voudoo

society, and now goes to church regularly.

Shelly Raphael: A PC, a young hooker who has been warped by forces beyond her

comprehension when

the PCs fought a Lord of City, as they knew it. The "Lord" was actually a

manifestation of Tipareth, whose plan was never actually uncovered. Tipareth

was doing something to the people on the streets, and the PCs finally faced

her after months of searching. In an abandoned warehouse, Shelly confronted

the beast that had taken her friends, fellow prostitutes, from her. The

archon appeared as a jack-in-the-box from which numerous spiders appeared.

Shelly was bitten numerous times when she grabbed the box and threw it into

the City of Babylon, as the PCs believed Metropolis to be. Before she did,

the clown managed to bite her arm. The effect of the spider bites were

reduced by hospital treatment (actually by secret intervention by Emmit). The

clown's bite disappears unless Shelly comes near a portal to Metropolis, upon

which is returns and attempts to draw all the blood from Shelly's body.

Referee's Background

Jane Sullivan, Neilan Bejamin, William Green, Micheal Tabler are involved in

something that connects each of them. They were all members of the Milstone

High school. Neilan was the famous football player, stereo typically handsome

and popular, but also consumed by arrogance. He thought the world was made

for him alone. William Green was his sidekick, a decent player in his own

right, but subordinate to Neilan most of the time. William would basically do

all the pot and drinking just because Neilan was doing it. Micheal hung out

with the two sometimes, cause Neilan had taken him under his wing. Micheal

was an average wrestler, but couldn't really compete with the top players in

his area. He was also too shy and quiet to be very aggressive, and spent a

lot of time with math, since his father was a small man, a poor. Jane was a

beautiful girl, but never very popular. She was more into art and books to be

noticed by most of the guys. But Micheal noticed her. Micheal noticed her

since second grade, and he had carried this flame inside him for those long

years. No one could compare to her, he loved her so much. But he didn't think

he could ever be with her. He was too unworthy.

Then it happened. Jane came to one of the parties Neilan held, with a

friend of hers who was immensely popular. Micheal glanced at Jane a few

times, but could not find the courage inside him to talk to her. She sat

alone mostly, talking softly to a few of the kids. Today, everyone noticed

she was beautiful. Her purple velvet dress, her curled hair, her skin so

white in the lighting that it looked like snow. She was so magical. Neilan

noticed this jewel as well, and he had to have her. She wouldn't talk to him

for long though, she had no interest in his great football exploits. He was

mad. How could she care so little about his wonderous touchdowns, his amazing

passes?! He was a god! He would show her his might, his power. He would

control her like he had controlled the others. He slipped something into her

drink. While some of the others were guzzling beer, she only had a glass of

red wine, which she sipped so delicately. He carefully snuck over, and

sprinkled a little into the wine. He watched with interest as she drank the

glass. Soon she felt sick, sicker. Micheal actually came over to her side

now, and asked her what was wrong. She said her stomach was ill, that sh felt

like she couldn't control it. She had lost CONTROL. Neilan would take the

control now, she would be his dog on a leash. Micheal took her upstairs to

lie down, and she smiled at him in thanks. She should have been smiling at

Neilan. Micheal was just a worm on Neilan's side, an annoying sore. Without

Neilan the kid would be nothing.

Neilan gets William. The two go upstairs just as Micheal is coming down.

Neilan grabs Micheal and drags him upstairs. Jane's eyes go wide as Neilan

kicks open the locked door. She tries to get up, but can't. She's paralyzed,

forced to watch as he lifts up her velvet dress, reveals his own ugly

hardness. He pushes himself in, there is no kindness, no mercy. He finally

finishes, leaving her bleeding, virginity lost. He looks at her in triumph,

and spits on her face. A disgusting, bubbly, yellow glob that runs down her

cheek, mingling with her tears. William is next. He hesitates at first,

rubbing her dress. Then his hands go under, touching her skin. He's braver

now, not the fat little boy she helped save from bullies in second grade.

He's strong like Neilan, strong enough to take what he wants, and he wants

her. She feels him inside, excited, breathing heavily. He takes only a few

minutes. Finally, when she opens her eyes, she sees Michael above her. That's

funny, she didn't remember him at being there. She watches as he looks down

at her in pity, fear, and desire. She feels relieved, Micheal will save her.

But then she realizes why he's here. No Michael don't Please Micheal I know

You're better than the Others you Always were better than the other's I could

have Loved you but not a word gets past her throat. There is a big lump there,

and she is to paralyzed to speak. Micheal takes her, an almost hypnotic look

in his eyes. He bends over, wiping away her tears, the spit, whispering about

how much he loves her. She dies inside.

The year is almost over. Jane never tells anyone. If anyone at the party

knew, they don't say a word. Jane was always so unnoticeable she just

withdraws some more that she becomes invisible. She still draws, draws the

cover of the yearbook, looks Neilam, William, and Micheal in the eye, staring

into their souls. Live goes on. She's leaving for college, about to drive

away. Her parents wave good bye, their so old, had her too late. He heard

they were Holocaust survivors, but they never talk about it. Micheal

watches. He steps out of the bushes just as she reaches the edge of town. He

is panting, he can't believe the shortcut worked. She steps out of the car,

and walks over to him. She stares him in the eye. His greens versus her black

orbs. Her face is pale. A single tear runs down it. He tries to say

something, but he just stumbles over the words. Her eyes harden. He wants to

say "I'm sorry!" but he can't. She turns around, and walks back to the beat

up old station wagon. She drives away. He stands there watching, clenching

his fists. It is all over, for now. He promises himself he will make it up to

her. He saw something in her eyes, some understanding. He loved her, that's

why he did it. God, she must realize that.

After leaving, Jane never returns. Her parents move and die in Israel. She

goes there to attend the funeral. After all, she is their only child. She

returns to her job, drawing artwork for various books. She is well off, in a

nice house. But she is alone. And slowly Time takes its toll. She remembers

what they did to her, over and over in her mind. They stole something from

her that can never be regained. She can't believe that they did this to her.

She screams and cries and holds her hands up to the heavens and asks why at

night. In her basement, she hides her paintings not of flowers or fairies but

of fire and ice. Hell. The word is so sweet to her. Her enemies will burn in

Hell. It is the promise of God , the only comfort she has. They'll get their

due, they'll get justice. She draws spines, chains, ice, melted flesh stuck

to plastic. She sees creatures that look like men, but are master torturers,

metal razors and chains, worms and such protruding from their flesh. She sees

giants, made of black muscle and glass, walking across the flames, treading

on ice where the heads of murderers are kept. She sees fields of crucifixes,

gallows, and giant nails with bodies impaled upon them. She sees stakes set

on fire. She sees maggots eating the flesh of the fallen. It is all so

wonderful, a giant courthouse and prison for the judgement of the sinners.

She laughs now, laughs as she paints the floor of her basement. Every face,

every flame, every chain, every shard of ice, is part of a giant whole. A

rose. A rose of Pain. It whirls together, weaves itself into the center. At

the center is Micheal, trapped in Eternal torment, forever damned with that

innocent, confused look on his face. For the first time since her rape the

she feel ecstacy take over her. Justice is her passion, Retribution is her

seed, Vengeance is her child. She will bear her son onto the Earth. Soon.