Interlude 4 – Shiori

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“Stephen, get down!” Shiori Porter shouted the warning to her teammate while throwing her right arm forward. One of the two frisbee-like discs that served as her chosen Heretic weapons went flying through the corridor of the condemned motel that they had been fighting in for their first Stranger hunt.

The disc whistled as it sliced through the air, narrowly missing the red-haired boy when he dropped to one knee. The ugly green-furred monkey thing that had been leaping toward him was struck by the disc. As the weapon made contact with the creature (Andrew, their team mentor, had called them daesimalo), a shock of electricity was triggered, knocking the thing backwards with an awful screech.

The disc rebounded off of the monster, the enchantment magic within attracting it to the nearby wall where it stuck itself flat against the surface, like a magnet snapping into place against a refrigerator.

The daesimalo was blind with fury by that point. Picking its small (the thing was only about the size of a toddler) body off the floor, it took a quick bounding run forward before leaping up. No longer interested in the still kneeling boy that had been its first target, the primate-demon flung itself at Shiori.

In response, she held her now-empty right hand up and out. The gloves that she wore had a small blue crystal embedded in the palms, almost unnoticeable unless her hand was opened the way it was now.

The blue gem in her right palm began to glow as she opened her hand and held it out. In the distance, past the incoming monster, the disc that was stuck to the wall began to glow as well. In the next instant and with a crack almost like thunder, a jagged line of electricity shot from the disc to the gem in her raised hand as the current was established between them. It caught the daesimalo in mid-leap, the beam of electric death tearing right through the beast’s chest while its scream of rage became one of agony for a brief second before stopping. The thing was dead, and it would never hurt anyone else again.

Remembering how killing the peridle had felt, Shiori tried to brace herself. It wasn’t enough. The shock of pleasure that filled her in the next second made the girl yelp, back straightening while her skin glowed briefly with the same pale red light that had come the first time she had killed a Stranger.

Stephen, who had rolled out of the way, came up and pointed beyond her. “Sh-sh-shiori!” His voice was stammering so much that he didn’t have time to get anything else out. She had the gist though. Turning her head, the Asian-American girl saw two more of the monkey-demons rushing toward her down the motel hallway. One ran against the right wall, while the other loped along the ceiling. Both had their nasty fangs bared and were making that obnoxiously awful wail that was their battle cry.

Snapping her other discus off its place on her hip with her free hand, Shiori turned slightly and gave it a hard toss toward the monster on the wall. This time, the arc of electricity between the gem in that hand and the weapon itself was there from the start. As she threw the disc, the electricity lengthened into a crackling line of power that linked her glove to the weapon while it spun through the air away from her.

The discuss smacked off of the wall monkey’s face, stunning it briefly. More to the point, it rebounded, the magic within the disc attracting it to the opposite wall. In the process, the line of electricity caught the daesimalo that had been running along the ceiling, cutting straight through the monster.

Shiori stood there, arms pointed in opposite directions down the corridor while the two lines of electricity connected her gloves to the discs that were flat against their respective walls.

Unfortunately, that third demon-monkey was still coming. And just before it leapt, the death of the second Stranger caught up with Shiori. The girl arched her back, giving a sharp gasp of pleasure while her red aura shot back to life. Throughout those precious seconds, she frantically told herself to ignore it. The monster was coming, the monster was still there, it was jumping at her! It was there!

Stephen’s spear snapped across her vision, catching the daesimalo in mid-leap as the thing flung itself at her face. The monkey-demon shrieked in agony, sounding surprised as the blade of the spear cut through its stomach and out the other side. It hung there, suspended on the shaft while it beat its arms and legs, shrieking horribly for a few more seconds before collapsing, the body empty.

The nervous boy sagged in relief for a second before giving a sharp gasp of unmistakable pleasure. His own aura, a dark yellow color, flared up as the now-dead daesimalo’s energy and power jumped to him.

While he was recovering, Shiori took a step back and made a sharp motion with both hands. The lines of electricity shut off, and both of her discs snapped themselves off of the walls they had been stuck to, flying back through the air to her. She caught them easily, sliding each disc back down to clip onto their proper spots on her belt, just under the jacket of her green-trimmed school uniform.

Stephen had recovered by that point, his murmur of pleasure turning into a yelp as the weight of the monkey-demon embedded on his spear dragged him forward and down. The body made a sick little squelching noise as it slid down the shaft, slipping off before hitting the floor with a wet thunk.

“A-are you okay?” Stephen managed to ask, eyes wide as he stared at her. His breath was coming in short little gasps, panting a bit as he obviously focused very hard on not looking at the body.

Bobbing her head quickly, Shiori felt her nerves start to take over again now that the fight was over. She looked away and flushed a little while murmuring, “I’m fine. Are… are you all right?”

“Thanks to you,” the boy gushed, still staring in that uncomfortable way. “I mean jeeze, are you sure you’re bystander-kin, Shiori? I’m Heretic-born, I grew up with this stuff. But you—you’re amazing. You just killed both of those th-things like—like you’d been doing it your whole life! How-I mean, what kind of fighting did you do before this?” The amazement in his voice only grew with each word.

Blushing even more, Shiori shook her head quickly. “Nothing,” she mumbled a little bit. “I just—it was just luck, I guess.” Her blush was deepening, both from self-consciousness and from guilt.

Because she was lying. She had been ever since that moment a month earlier when Professor Dare had activated the Heretical Edge, giving all of them the visions that had turned them into Heretics. With every day, every hour that passed, Shiori felt the guilt at her own deception gradually becoming worse.

There was more to it, more to her aptitude in that fight, her skill throughout these weeks of training. Even the hand-eye coordination and reflexes that had allowed her to become an expert at every video game she had touched since she was six made more sense now the Edge had been used on her.

As far as she could tell, it had worked exactly as advertised for everyone else. The lighthouse was supposed to give them a vision of their nearest ancestor who had encountered a Stranger. That’s what it had done for Columbus, for all of her teammates, and for everyone else she talked to. It worked.

Except for Shiori, things had been a little different. The vision she’d gotten had been… wrong. It hadn’t gone the way that Professor Dare had said that it would, or the way that everyone else said theirs had.

What she had always previously dismissed as just a simple talent had become so much worse. And there was no one she could talk to about it. She was lying to her team, to her teachers, to her brother.

Because she was too terrified of what would happen if they found out the truth. Especially now. She had been working up the nerve to tell one of her teachers about what she’d seen, what her vision had shown her. The man had seemed reasonable and she thought she might be able to trust him.

Then he had been murdered. Professor Pericles had been killed on the same morning that Shiori had been planning to talk to him. That thought had kept her silent these past few weeks, even as her fear of being discovered continued to mount with each passing day. Every bit of praise from a teammate or teacher, every remark on how well she was progressing and how rapidly she had taken to the training made her feel worse. The paranoia was a physical thing, a beast growing within her stomach.

A voice called out to them, interrupting Shiori’s internal contemplation. “Hey! You guys okay?” Andrew Bruhn, their team mentor, came jogging down the hallway. The rest of the team was with him, Gavin’s nearly seven-foot tall, rail-thin figure towering over the others. His height and skinny frame reminded Shiori of Jack Skellington from The Nightmare Before Christmas.

Stephen was nodding rapidly. “We’re good. Shiori killed two of them!” He still sounded both amazed, and incredibly proud of his teammate in a way that just made the girl feel worse for her deception.

“Two?” Koren, twin Hunga Munga held in her slightly shaking hands, sounded doubtful. “How?”

Stephen started to explain, but before he could say anything else, one of the nearby motel room doors opened. The whole team jerked that way reflexively, weapons raised. Rebecca Jameson, Shiori’s diminutive Heretic-born roommate, spoke a single word. At her command, the sides of her backpack opened up with the sound of running gears. Two metal bars with various shapes of metal hanging off of them pushed out from the sides of the bottom half of the backpack, turned around to face forward, and then extended themselves in front of the tiny girl, parts whirring and dinging as the rose into position.

The twin bars extended fully, sticking a good four feet out in front of Rebecca on either side. Then each deployed three smaller bars along their inner side that extended toward each other before locking into place to hold the two larger bars in position, and provide a trio of braces along their length.

At the same time, the top half of the backpack slid up on small mechanical arms, passing over the girl’s pixie-cut black hair before settling down onto the first of the three metal braces between the main poles. The shape of the so-called ‘backpack’ distorted and extended to cover the entire width between the two poles. Once that portion of the pack was locked in place, the front of it opened up, and a massive, unbelievably enormous gun barrel extended out along the length of the bars. Clamps latched onto the bracers as the cannon settled itself into place, nearly large enough to cut off its owner’s vision.

This was Rebecca’s weapon. Her backpack deployed itself into a literal cannon and attached system of bracers that were the only reason the tiny, less-than-five feet tall girl was capable of using it.

As unique and amazing as the weapons that Shiori and the rest of her classmates used were, most were at least hand-held. Rebecca used a literal weapons platform. A single shot from the absolutely cavernous barrel had evaporated all of the targets that Professor Katarin had them practice on. Shiori was pretty sure that it would have done the same to the wall behind it, and most of the rest of the building that it passed through if the training room’s walls weren’t heavily protected by enchantments.

The cannon, as well as every other weapon that the team held, were all pointed at the opening door.

“Stand down.” A voice spoke firmly, before the familiar figure stepped into view. It wasn’t one of monkey-demons that they had been sent to kill emerging from the room, but Professor Kohaku.

“Professor?” Andrew sounded as confused as Shiori felt. “Is something wrong? They haven’t finished off the last of the daesimalo yet, but I thought they were doing pretty–”

“The lesson is canceled,” the woman informed them. “The rest of the targets will be dealt with, but we are pulling everyone else in. There has been a…” She looked toward Shiori. “… situation.”

Feeling her blood run cold, dread settled hard into the girl’s stomach. They knew. They knew what her vision had showed her, the truth. Somehow, something had happened. Of course they had to have a way of figuring it out. She should have told someone. She should have run away. She should have–

“It is your adopted sibling, Miss Porter,” Kohaku continued. “His team has met with difficulties.”

Just like that, Shiori’s panic about her own problems shifted to worry for the boy she had grown up with. They had each been adopted by the Porters in the same year, and had considered each other siblings for most of their lives. Shiori had only vague memories of other foster families that she had temporarily lived with in the years before being taken in by her new family, and none of her parents.

Until the Heretical Edge.

“What happened to Columbus?” She asked quickly, forgetting her fear. “Is he okay? Are they okay?”

“Your brother suffered a slight injury that rendered him unconscious, but he will recover.” Professor Kohaku promised. “He is already being looked after, and we are halting the exercise until we understand exactly what happened. Everyone is being recalled to the school. Come.” Stepping aside, she lifted a hand to gesture back to the doorway she had come through. Beyond, Shiori could see not the broken down, ruined motel room that the door should have led to, but the portal room within the Pathmaker building.

One by one, the rest of her team went through the door. Shiori proceeded last, except for Andrew. Their mentor gave her an encouraging smile. “Hey, if Professor Kohaku says Columbus’ll be fine, he will be.”

“But… but what happened?” Shiori directed the repeated question not to the boy, but to the security track adviser. “What do you mean they met with ‘difficulties?’ I don’t understand. Where is he? Where’s my brother? I thought you guys said this was safe, that this whole thing was just routine!” In spite of the fear that had remained just below the surface ever since her vision, Shiori felt her voice growing louder with each word. She was much more worried about her brother’s safety than her own secrets at the moment.

“This situation was unforeseen, and unique.” Professor Kohaku’s voice was calm in the face of Shiori’s rising tone. “And as I said, he is being looked after. His own peridle-fueled regeneration has already handled most of the injury, but Doctor Krisbee is examining him and the rest of his team just to be certain. I will take you to the medical wing so that you can see for yourself, Miss Porter.”

Swallowing, telling herself to be quiet rather than succumbing to hysterics, Shiori nodded. Average. Normal. Be a normal student. Well, a normal Heretic student, whatever that meant. Don’t stand out. Don’t give them any reason to look closer at her. Blend in, until she figured out what to do, what else she could possibly do.

Biting her lip while hoping that the professor would see her nerves as simple concern for Columbus, Shiori quietly passed through the portal. Whatever had happened to her brother and his team, it couldn’t have been as bad as the secret that she had been hiding, the secret that had made the past month a living nightmare.

With each passing moment over these long weeks, and every idle question from a teammate, a teacher, or even her own adopted brother, the girl had found herself feeling more alone, and more worried that her secret would somehow be exposed. She tried to behave as normally as possible, but her fear of being discovered was getting worse. And if that happened, if the truth about what she had seen in the vision provided by the Heretical Edge came to light, she was terrified of what would happen, of what the staff would do. What her own teammates would do.

From the very start of it, the vision had been different from anyone else’s that she had subsequently heard of. Everyone else saw people several generations removed from them. Shiori had seen herself. Herself as a baby, but still definitely her.

But even that, even the fact that her Heretical-awakening vision had included her much younger self was at least understandable. Different from the rest she had heard of, but still explainable. That wasn’t what terrified her, what left her a complete wreck whenever she thought of anyone, even Columbus, finding out about it.

No, her fear of discovery stemmed from the rest of the vision. Because it hadn’t been focused on the baby Shiori herself, but her mother. Her real mother, the one she had no memory of.

Everyone else that she had talked to spoke of seeing their ancestor’s either fighting or being hurt or killed in some way by Strangers. That connection to the Strangers was what allowed the Edge to do its job and turn their descendants into Heretics. That was the entire point.

But Shiori’s mother hadn’t been the victim.

She was the Stranger.

Shiori had watched through her vision as her mother had forced a human to take the baby Shiori and put her into the foster system, creating a fake identity for the infant.

Stranger. Monster. That was the secret she had been hiding. Her vision, provided by the Heretical Edge, had shown Shiori the truth. She wasn’t a real Heretic. She couldn’t be. Her birth mother was a Stranger. One of the monsters that the Heretics killed. Just like they would kill her if they ever found out the truth.

Still, she couldn’t go on like this. Something was going to break. Her teachers were going to notice that something was different about her. Then they’d look into her past, and they’d figure it out.

Somehow, she had to beat them to it. She had to look into her own past without anyone finding out what she was doing. It would be difficult, considering she only knew one name. One name that her mother had spoken into the cell phone while leaving the building. The name of someone else that she had called her daughter after leaving the baby Shiori behind. One singular name that was all that the girl had to go on for clues to her true family.

Asenath.

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16 comments

  1. So Shiori is Asenath’s little sister, huh? Cool. I am very happy with this revelation. Although the first time I read the last couple passages I mistakenly thought that Asenath was Shiori’s mother rather than her sister. I now have yet another reason to look forward to Asenath’s eventual entrance into the story proper. I think I’m going to reread that interlude later.

    I’m especially looking forward to seeing how this plays out when Flick learns that Ammon is her brother. I think you’re setting up Shiori and her situation as a foil to Flick and her’s. I’m… really curious to see what exactly you end up doing with Asenath in this story. She and Ammon are both total Wild Cards at this point. Although I suppose any Stranger that isn’t a monster is a Wild Card in the overall status quo of Crossroads, Eden’s Garden, and monstrous Strangers.

    I’m saddened but not surprised to see how this knowledge is affecting Shiori. It seems to be the natural result of learning you’re the child of supposedly Always Chaotic Evil monsters in this environment. I really hope this doesn’t end in tragedy.

    My only (nitpicky) question is: why did a Chinese woman give her daughter a Japanese name?

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    1. “My only (nitpicky) question is: why did a Chinese woman give her daughter a Japanese name?”

      Honestly? Outside reason, smokescreen to avoid too many people guessing the relation between two Asian characters immediately/too quickly. Probably unnecessary, but cha know…

      In-story reason, Jiao didn’t give her that name, the guy that she was given to set up the fake identity. Jiao was trying to protect her daughter from that life, which involved making as hard as possible for anyone to find her, including herself. The name not being Chinese was just another layer of protection against anyone looking for a Chinese baby put into the system around that time in the future.

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      1. Makes sense. I have a second question though. Shiori thinks that her mother forced the guy to take her in. My immediate assumption is that Shiori’s just buying into the teachings and looking at a situation too subjectively, but I want to be sure. Did Jiao force the guy to take her or was it all on the level?

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      2. Misinterpretation on Shiori’s part after Jiao showed that she was a vampire during the course of the conversation. Basically she saw ‘vampire’ and interpreted everything beyond that point in a sinister way. I’ll probably actually show/describe exactly what she saw further later on, but basically just picture the way anything otherwise innocent can sound threatening/evil from a certain point of view. The old ‘add lightning and thunder to it, and anything sounds ominous’ deal.

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    2. I don’t think a non-evil stranger is a wildcard. It was demonstrated early on that strangers were merely beings from alternate worlds/universes, not necessarily good or evil. More recently it’s been made clear that Crossroads is basically a group of fanatical extremists, teaching a lie to potential Heretics. I’m not quite clear on why the Gardeners are still seemingly mostly miscreants despite being the group that AREN’T trying to classify everything non-human as evil though.

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      1. 1. In retrospect, Asenath is not, in fact, much of a wildcard.
        2. It’s really not clear what Crossroads is at this point. There’s a distinction between telling a lie and being wrong, and it’s clear that the Crossroads teachers genuinely believe what they’re teaching. And frankly, between the planet full of angels that are actively working to manipulate the development of the human race (see Interlude 5); the existence of legitimately evil, extremely powerful, and highly influential nonhumans like Ammon’s father (he’s coming soon); and the presence of non-sapient yet very dangerous Strangers like the amarok, I’m not at all convinced that Crossroads is evil, or that their hardline stance is entirely unnecessary. I still don’t feel that I know enough about their history, MO, leadership, and enemies to definitively label them as “evil.” That said, I do feel comfortable definitively stating that they are not “good.”
        3. At the point in the story you’re posting from, we have met exactly five people from Eden’s Garden. Avalon, Seller, Trice, Doxer, and Pace. Later on, we’re introduced to Haiden Moon, who seems to be a pretty decent guy. If we also include the late Torv, that makes seven Garden Heretics so far in the story. Of those seven, four are assholes, Avalon is understandably a bit prickly (she’s pretty well adjusted for someone with her history), Seller is a pretty cool dude (who has admitted to doing some shady shit), and Haiden appeared to be a decent man. So that’s four out of seven who are being portrayed as “miscreants,” and the three who show up in First Hunt were obviously not thinking clearly.
        -3b. Building on that, recent exposition has revealed that Eden’s Garden isn’t actually a unified organization. Instead it’s “eight semi-independent armies that operate under the same banner in public.” My current understanding is that the various “tribes” (as they’re named) each have different standards and cultures attached to them. It’s very possible that one EG army is more “evil” or “good” than another.
        4. “Friendly to Strangers” could mean a lot of things. It could mean that EG actively interacts and negotiates with Strangers… or it could mean that it experiments on them. We don’t know enough about Eden’s Garden to say one way or another.
        -4b. I find the way the Eden’s Garden Hereteics’ Stranger sense functions to be more disturbing than anything I have seen or heard from Crossroads.
        5. At this point, Crossroads does legitimately appear to be more “evil” than Eden’s Garden to me. Especially with certain information that comes at the end of arc 5. But again, I don’t feel that I know enough to judge either way.
        -5b. At the very least, there appears to be something of a reformation movement, or at least a few reformists, within Crossroads. Gaia Sinclaire, who had no problem sending Hannah to the Garden with Seller and was actively working to ensure that Flick would be enrolled (which, given recent revelations, is a bigger deal that it initially appears). And I’m reasonably sure that Tribald Kline falls into the same camp (actually, I think he’s the mole, but if I’m wrong, he’s probably a reformist).

        In summation… both factions of Heretics appear nuanced enough that I don’t think morally absolute terms like “good” and “evil” can be legitimately applied to either one of them.

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  2. Well then; that’s a thing. So Shiori’s a vampire, that’s gotta be bad for her mental health considering the Crossroads Heretics hardline views on strangers.

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  3. “Everyone else that she had talked to spoke of seeing their ancestor’s either fighting or being hurt or killed in some way by Strangers. That connection to the Strangers was what allowed the Edge to do its job and turn their descendants into Heretics. That was the entire point.

    But Shiori’s mother hadn’t been the victim.

    She was the Stranger.

    Shiori had watched through her vision as her mother had forced a human to take the baby Shiori and put her into the foster system, creating a fake identity for the infant.”
    Me: Oh. Oh!

    “The name of someone else that she had called her daughter after leaving the baby Shiori behind. One singular name that was all that the girl had to go on for clues to her true family.

    Asenath.”
    That name is familiar…Ah. She’s that vampire we read about recently. The web of connections grows ever more entangled.

    I’m looking forward to what Shiori does from here.

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  4. Well.

    That was a a Cerulean plot twist if ever I did see one.

    And, as usual, it’s awesome. I loved Asenath, and I hope nothing terrible happens to Shiori. That would make me sad.

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  5. Ok, so given that it was implied that Senny didn’t become a true vampire until she was given the blood, Shiori isn’t technically a vampire. But she does have a dex boost, apparently, so it’s at least somewhat affecting her. That’s … interesting.

    I wonder if it will occur to her to ask the ex- Gardener about this … Avalon doesn’t exactly invite confidences, but Shiori’s about to explode from worry here, and if she doesn’t find something soon …

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  6. I had a longer reply ready to go but I mis-clicked and lost it all and am too tired to recreate it. *sigh*

    Anyways, I called her being the child of a Stranger near the start, when she was going on about her “secret”

    Crossroad Academy need to change up it’s “All Strangers are EVIL and want to eat your face” rhetoric, it;s causing a young girl to suffer unduly. Thankfully the Headmistress seems amicable to changing it, she just needs more support on this “Consul” that’s been mentioned in passing before.
    If only Eden’s Garden wasn’t such a poor example of working with Strangers.

    That reminds me, I’ve been meaning to ask; are CRA and EG the only two Heretic schools or are there others?

    So Shiori is a dhampir, human enough for The Edge to work for her but Stranger enough to already have super-human abilities. Looking forward to her meeting her half0sister, since I’m going to assume her father was mortal and not Tiras.

    Welp, I’m all caught up now so I’ve got to wait with the rest of the shlubs you’ve addicted to your writing Cerulean.
    I’ve got the first Alex Verus novel (fated by Benedict Jacka) to read for now though. With an endorsement from Jim Butcher himself I fully expect to enjoy it.

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    1. “Crossroad Academy need to change up it’s “All Strangers are EVIL and want to eat your face” rhetoric, it;s causing a young girl to suffer unduly.”

      Yeah, they kinda need an asterisk or something after that, huh?

      “That reminds me, I’ve been meaning to ask; are CRA and EG the only two Heretic schools or are there others?”

      There are a few others in different countries, but they don’t really communicate much if at all with each other. They also tend to have completely different set-ups more relevant to the society that they come from.

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  7. Aha, I see

    This year’s freshmen are just *fascinating* aren’t they?

    And here we have potential system-breaker number four. What this means for Flick I am not yet certain

    But I do know that none of this is a coincidence, nor is it a mistake

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