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The Malice of Abigale Quinlan
Encounter 12: The Rain
Despite knowing fully well that it was an unproductive and harmful thing to do, I spent the duration of the night mulling over where my life would go from here, getting little to no sleep as a result. I thought of all the mistakes I made over the past few days, the errors I’ve enacted, and how I would inevitably screw things up in the not too distant future. Would I end up harming those I love? Would I even get to be with them? Would I spend eternity in a laboratory as scientists probe, poke, pry, and puncture my body, hoping to uncover what gives me eternal youth and life? If that is my future, would I rather exist in a reality where Abigale Quinlan returned to her own body, and I returned to mine as my throat spilled out into my hands?
I felt misguided, hopeless, and scared. I was desperate for some form of comfort, a shoulder to cry on, a person to hug while they patted my back. But those things were days away, and I would need to tell them— my friends, my mother, my friends’ parents— I would need to tell all of them about Peatrice and my immortality. I don’t know if they would even believe such a ludicrous and stupid story. I guess I will need to show them my powers first hand, to illustrate to them that Jad Novus lives on, but in the form of something inhuman.
I could almost hear the ghost of Peatrice echoing throughout my ear.
‘Yadda, yadda, woe is fucking me. Lookie here shitbird, I get that you ain’t so keen on being a sexy demigod, but at least do something about it instead of sitting on your ass holding a pity party. Explore your body, go on the internet, write some dumb bullshit to distract your stupid ass! Do fucking anything, you little oversized bitch.’
Still, I did nothing of value all night. I simply laid in my bed until the sun began to creak in through my windows, and even that was not enough of a call for me to get up. I had no one around me, nowhere to go, and nothing to do. It was an imposing feeling of depression, far greater than anything I felt previously in my life. And I only had reason to escape its cold yet comforting embrace once I heard a noise faintly echo throughout my house. It was that of a door opening. The front door. It was followed by the pitter-patter of footsteps, giving me something to do, to check out, and inspiring me to raise myself out of my bed at 9:30, Monday, December 22nd.
I bolted out of bed, shocked that someone, someone with a key to this house no less, would come over. It was possible that my mother and friends managed to get here within a matter of eleven hours, but I had my doubts. Even if they did, wouldn’t they call me before arriving and let me know that I would not be alone for long? I ruled out the option because of this and chose to investigate who this could be. I crept out of my room, carefully avoiding any squeaky floorboards as I made my way from my second-floor bedroom to the stairs. I looked down at the living room and front doorway, but I didn’t see anyone, but I did spy both a long coat hanging near the front door and a pair of boots. I had no idea who they belonged to.
I then walked down the stairs, slowly making my way to the front door, when I spied a woman walking through my kitchen.
“What the—?” The woman stammered, surprised to see me.
I stopped in my tracks as I looked at her, immediately recognizing her as my English teacher for the past four years, Raiyne Underwood. An intelligent woman and a quality teacher who helped develop my writing abilities and understanding of the English language more than any other person I ever met.
She was 34, the same age as my mother, a fairly tall woman at 1.83 meters, weighed about 65 kilograms, most of which was muscle, and was of Caribbean, German, and Puerto Rican descent. Her dark hair was draped over her shoulders as opposed to positioned in her usual bun, and she was wearing a simple olive-colored sweater and some jeans in contrast to the professional wardrobe she wore at school.
Regardless of her attire, Raiyne was an attractive woman, I feel I have every right to say that, but she also had this very palpable and intimidating aura to her, one that often culled the rowdy bunch of students she was with, but despite giving off this vibe, she was personable and understanding to those who offered her respect. I gradually noticed this over the years, but as I looked at her from across the hall, I did not see the strength she normally exuded. I only saw fear.
After mumbling out a sad little hello to her, Raiyne’s striking blue eyes shot wide open, and her usually strong composure crumbled into nothingness. Since I was blocking the way to the front door, she fled out the back, dashing out into the cold while leaving behind her boots and coat. I chased after her, pleading with her to stop running, a request that fell on deaf ears.
Due to my speed, and the fact that the walkway from the backdoor was unshoveled and covered in snow, I was able to grab onto Raiyne’ wrist rather quickly. She resisted me, attempted to pull free from my firm grip, but my body’s natural strength was enough to overwhelm her and bring her to the snow-covered ground. Both discouraged and horrified, she let out a girlish shout, sounding louder and higher-pitched than she ever did in the three and a half years I’ve known her. She whimpered and panted as I latched onto her arm, mumbling pleas of mercy as she quivered in the snow.
“Raiyne, please, what are you doing?” I asked, genuinely worried about her well being.
“I… I don’t… you…” Raiyne stammered in terror.
“Raiyne, please, come back inside. I– I don’t know why you’re so scared, but I won’t hurt you. I promise.” I told Raiyne as gingerly as I could, letting go of her arm.
“But you… Abigale Quinlan…” Raiyne quivered.
“Wait, Abigale Quinlan? How— how do you know that name?” I asked Raiyne, taking a step back, planting my bare feet into more snow.
“What… What do you want? What the fuck do you want from me!?” Raiyne shouted at me with fear in her throat, her clothes coated in snow.
“I just want to talk, okay? That’s all,” I said to Raiyne.
“…Who are you?” Raiyne asked, her tone suddenly becoming incredibly demanding.
“I’m… I am Jad Novus.” I simply said to Raiyne, hoping that would be enough.
Raiyne did not say anything in response. Instead, she just laid there in the snow, mulling over my words. She rubbed her face with her free hand, pondering what this could mean, and whether or not she should believe me.
“I thought something was wrong there. I have known you for years, Jad, and I knew you couldn’t do something like that. Killing all of those people. You also lacked the skills, the confidence, the drive to do… anything like that. Then there was that sinister cackle, the glance they gave me, calling me ‘Sapphire’… I had my suspicions, but I had too much on my mind over the past few days to put two and two together.” Raiyne said in the form of a monologue, the snow melting into her sweater and hair.
“Raiyne, are you… do you want to go back inside? It is pretty cold out here.” I asked for Raiyne’s sake, as I was only mildly cold from my bare, snow-covered feet.
“Yes, I would like that,” Raiyne replied, having calmed down quite a lot in the past minute.
Once we made our way inside, I brought Raiyne into the living room, gave her a blanket, and offered to start some tea for her, which she neither agreed or objected to. Instead, Raiyne looked depressed, upset with herself, and irritated by how she behaved when she saw me. I quickly left the room to prepare the tea regardless, as I did not want to see her in such a vulnerable position.
I do and did think very highly of Raiyne Underwood as a person. She is an excellent teacher, a great writer, and she effectively saved my mother from a lifetime of discomfort and unhappiness.
My mother was miserable with my father for the past decade, and she would have never divorced him without the help, guidance, and support of Raiyne, a childhood friend of hers who she reconnected with after thirteen years. Without Raiyne, I fear what would have happened to my mother, what level of sorrow she would be in if she didn’t divorce my father nearly two years ago. Or in other words, Raiyne effectively saved my mother’s life. At least that’s how I choose to view it.
Following a few silent minutes, I returned to the living room to see Raiyne, still draped in the blankets. I handed her a cup of tea, and she offered me a very simple and apathetic “thank you” in return. I sat on the sofa across from her as she began to sip her warm drink.
“So, um, I guess I have a lot of explaining to do, don’t I?” I said, nervously fidgeting in my seat.
“Certainly. But first, I must apologize for my actions. I was undignified, and… No, I was justified in my actions but… I should be stronger than this… My apologies, I’m simply unnerved by a lot of things at the moment. Please, explain how you came to be like this… Jad.”
From there, I more or less offered the same explanation I gave my friends. A summary that omitted the immorality, the mention of the mysterious drug responsible for all of this, and the very existence of Peatrice. However, Raiyne could tell that something was missing from my story.
“So, have you noticed anything abnormal about your body?” Raiyne asked me, still clenching her tea mug despite it being bone dry.
“You know Abigale Quinlan, so I guess you would know about the…” I began, not wanting to finish that thought.
“The immortality? Yes. Abigale Quinlan could be set ablaze and still fight. There is not a single force in this world that could ever seem to bring her down, let alone inflict a wound that she would not recover from within 10 seconds.” Raiyne solemnly explained.
“So, you know quite a bit about her then. Do you know how old she is?” I asked, having never gotten a proper answer from Peatrice.
“She has been around a long time. A very, very long time. I don’t know if I can tell you any more than that. I shouldn’t have so much as uttered her very name.” Raiyne said, verbally pondering once more.
“Well, do you know about Peatrice?” I asked, unsure of where to go with this conversation.
“Peatrice? I had a student by that name before, but no, I have never heard of a Peatrice in the context of Abigale Quinlan.” Raiyne explained, curiosity ringing through her voice.
“Well, they, um, they are… an artificial intelligence, an AI, that lived in my head, in Abigale Quinlan’s head, where they mentally spoke to her, and later me,” I said, hoping that my description would suffice.
“Hm… Abigale Quinlan always was unorthodox in her behavior, but she never led anyone to believe that such a thing exists. Wait, is it recording our conversation right now?” Raiyne asked, jumping off of the coach.
“No, no, I… I got rid of him,” I said, trying to avoid saying certain words.
“You got rid of him?” Raiyne repeated at me, sitting back down.
“You see, Peatrice was a computer chip, ingrained in Abigale Quinlan’s brain that I… I removed the chip from my head. I, um, broke my skull open in order to pull it out,” I confessed, curling up into a ball to comfort myself.
“Why would you do that? Did you save the chip?” Raiyne asked, a bit too harshly given how I was presenting myself.
“Peatrice was insufferable, annoying, obnoxious, and just witty enough to drive me insane. I was scared, confused, and had nobody but this voice in the back of my head. One who would constantly bark orders at me and make jokes at my expense. I was vulnerable, and he took advantage of that. I reached my limit when he… commented about how I wasted my time trying to find my friends, saying that no matter what I did, I would never be able to resume my life. That I should have left everything behind and embrace who I now was. That my life was done and over; that I should become Abigale Quinlan. I couldn’t take it, and I… I killed him because of that.” I explained, my head slumped as I pondered if Peatrice was right.
“I was hesitant at first, but you really aren’t Abigale Quinlan, are you?” Raiyne told me, still sitting on the couch.
“So, you didn’t believe me?” I inquired, bitter to an extreme.
“No, it’s more that… As you can tell by now, I have a history with Abigale Quinlan, and I know she is something of a wild card. However, I also know how much it disgusts her to behave like a human being, and show more emotions than bliss, lust, and rage. I know that you are Jad Novus. Even though you no longer look like it,” Raiyne told me, standing up to awkwardly place a hand on my shoulder.
“About that, and you pretty much set yourself up for this question, how exactly do you know about Abigale Quinlan?” I asked Raiyne, who let out an incredibly long sigh.
“It is a really long story and I already should not have talked to you for so long. I am sorry Jad, but I need to take you into the proper authorities.” Raiyne announced, standing above me.
“Wait, what?” I shouted, standing up, and looking down at her.
“Jad, I know this may sound cruel, but you are dangerous, and I cannot leave you alone like this. I will do everything in my power to make your stay as short as possible, and if somebody else catches you, things will be far, far worse. So, I implore you Jad, please trust me on this.” Raiyne said, grabbing onto my hands, warming her cold fingers.
“Okay Raiyne, I trust you,” I mumbled, my imposing voice laced with uncertainty. “If you think this is for the best, I’ll do whatever you want. You probably have a better idea about what’s going on than I do.”
“Thank you, Jad. I need to make some calls, it will probably be a few hours until we are ready to leave.”
With that, Raiyne walked out of the living room and towards the downstairs restroom, pulling her cell phone out of her large pants pocket, apparently wanting some privacy as she discussed private matters. Private matters regarding me. Normally, a situation vaguely like this would only go to breed further unrest and uncertainty, but my doubts were easily overshadowed by the trust I had for the woman and the fact that she clearly had some idea what I was talking about. I was obviously nervous, but when haven’t I been over the past few days? If anything, this is what I wanted. Somebody believed me and… was helping me.
However, it would take her quite some time to finish making her calls, giving me three hours of downtime lasting roughly three hours. Three hours that I spent ignoring my email and blazing through my RSS feed, devoid of a single mention of the name Jad Novus, or Oransen in general. After adjusting my chair, monitor, and headphones, I actually started to forget about my current stature, my body. It was actually pretty nice, yet all it took was a misplaced tuft of hair or an arm brushing against my breasts to remind me of my body. Remind me of the entirely real possibility that despite this fortunate happenstance, I still had my body stolen from me, and I was still in the body of a sexy immortal woman by the name of Abigale Quinlan.
The Malice of Abigale Quinlan Main Page
Encounter 00: The Mistake
Encounter 01: The Body
Encounter 02: The Voice
Encounter 03: The Mountain
Encounter 04: The Beast
Encounter 05: The Power
Encounter 06: The Funke
Encounter 07: The Shine
Encounter 08: The Date
Encounter 09: The Return
Encounter 10: The Night
Encounter 11: The Flare
Encounter 12: The Rain
Encounter 13: The Torment
Encounter 14: The Revenge
Encounter 15: The Malice
Encounter 16: The Escape
Encounter 17: The Digestion
Encounter 18: The Reunion
Encounter 19: The Devastation
Encounter 20: The Failure
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