Day of Betrayal
Have you ever betrayed someone's confidence? Has anyone ever betrayed you?
Write a ficlet on the theme of betrayal.
[July 1st, 2004 LA, CA]
Amy had a long day. Her job was starting to wear on her. Castings were getting a bit more complex and at the same time she was being given less and less information. She had watched The Pretender when it was on. She knew all about governments using gifted people for planning out elaborate assassination attempts.
She had started to look through the papers for clues. Clues that perhaps all the gut feelings she was having had actual proof. Her lunch break was spent in the research lounge google searching encrypted words they had handed her the week prior for an incanting. She needed it to be wrong. That the words she had sorted to be real out of the codes didn't mean what she thought they did.
She found her proof though. Back in April she had been given an assignment that didn't raise any flags with her. She wrote the spell out for them, even handed in runic notations just to help out with her translations. It wasn't supposed to be something as underhanded as they made it. Amy read the article and found her key words.
Biology, Cells, Sheets stood out the most when she read it. Her spell hadn't been intended for this. It was supposed to suffocate cells in order to stop them from multiplying. Somehow they had changed it. Was it her notes? The runic transcriptions? The over-acheivement that she had been striving for? Were they taking advantage of the work she was putting in?
Her answer stared back at her. It pissed her off. She went back to the Magic Labs and sat for the rest of the day. Trying to sort out just what she wanted to do. Her mind was going with more than her share of things in it.
The next time she glanced at the clock it was time to go home. She wanted to talk to Tucker about it. Wanted to tell him that she felt like she was being used, but he hadn't been much help lately. Pulling away on her castings at home had driven a wedge between them. It made her uneasy to think that it was coming that naturally to her. She knew about balance and the rules of Wiccan, yet she was breaking them left and right.
It wasn't right. None of it was really. She headed home and went to their bedroom hoping that she could just push it all behind her. Making it only a few feet into the room she stopped at the side of the bed. Sitting down for a moment she took a deep breath. It had to be in her head. They wouldn't use her that blatantly. They wouldn't betray her so easily.
When she asked herself the question she realized how foolish she had been. It was Wolfram and Hart. Betrayal was practically in their company slogan.
Her body tensed up and she slid off the bed onto the floor drawing her knees into her chest. Bringing her forehead down to rest upon her knees she clenched her eyes shut tight hoping to keep her cool and not start blubbering about how horrible her sixty thousand a year job was. Opening her eyes the tear in the corner of her eye blurred her periferal a bit catching the a highlight of something just beneath their bed.
It was an earring. Wiping the tear away from her eye Amy picked it up to get a closer look at it. Silver with a drop pendant. It wasn't hers. Her confusion and frustration about her job got channelled into that earring as she stormed out to find out just what else she didn't know about.
"Who's earring is this?"
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