Monthly Archives: June 2017
Disclaimer: I own no rights to Sense8 or the characters. I’m simply writing this fan fiction to provide some closure to myself, as well as hopefully, other die-hard fans who are feeling lost like me.
Wolfgang could tell he wasn’t alone. He contemplated whether he should open his eyes or pretend that he was still passed out. But the pacing back and forth with the clunking of the shoes on the hard floor was annoying the hell out of him.
Reluctantly, he opened his eyes, only to regret it as soon as he saw her.
“Well, well, so he rises again. You’re very stubborn, Wolfgang. Why don’t you do us all a favor and tell us where Whispers is,” Lila said, flashing her cunning smile.
“Leave me the fuck alone,” Wolfgang said, turning away from her. He didn’t recognize his own voice. His throat was dry, and it hurt. He couldn’t remember the last time they’d given him some water.
Lila grabbed his face and forcefully turned it back toward her. Her smile was now gone, her face and eyes had hardened. He’d seen this look before. It was the same determined look right before her kills.
“What do you want?” he asked. “Don’t you have people from your own cluster you can visit? Maybe they’ll appreciate your company more.”
That made Lila laugh. “You’re so naïve, Wolfgang. I’m not visiting you. No, sir. I’m actually here, right before your eyes.”
Wolfgang scanned the room and realized she was right. She truly was there. “You work for BPO, I presume.”
“I do now,” she agreed. “You see, the difference between you and me is that I’m a survivor. I’ll do whatever I have to do for self-preservation.”
“Again, I ask you, what the hell do you want from me?”
“Where are Whispers and Jonas?” she asked.
“Last time I checked, Whispers was in this room with me, torturing me. Remember? How the hell would I know where he is? I’ve been tied up here,” Wolfgang said, being very careful not to give anything away.
“You’ve had your cluster visiting you. And I know you can visit them. Find me Whispers,” she demanded.
“I’m sure they’re on blockers. How the fuck am I supposed to visit them?”
“Lies! I know at least one was here earlier. I’m assuming it was that Kala girl. Yeah, that’s right, I know her name, baby. Do you think Whispers wouldn’t tell me the information he has retreived from you? I work for him now, and he wants me to bring your cluster in. And now, he’s gone missing. So, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice,” Lila threatened.
“You can do whatever the hell you want,” Wolfgang hissed. “I can’t give you information I don’t have.”
“We’ll see,” she purred. With that, she took a knife and without any warning, stabbed it through his hand that was still tied up.
Wolfgang yelled in agony as the pain pierced through his body.
Kala screamed and tumbled to the floor, holding her left hand. She rolled into a fetal position, the pain unbearable.
“What is happening?” Capheus demanded, kneeling down and rolling Kala over, so he could get a better look.
The rest of the cluster hovered around her, concerned for their friend.
“It’s his hand,” Kala mumbled. “They did something. They’re torturing him again.” She couldn’t stop the tears from falling, knowing if it hurt her this bad, she could only imagine what it was doing to Wolfgang.
“She’s on blockers, though,” Sun said.
“Yeah, how is she feeling this?” Will asked.
“Because her connection to Wolfgang is very strong. Even with the blockers, I think she will be able to feel anything that’s intense,” Riley said.
“Now that Riley, Cepheus, and Lito are back with Whispers’ address, we have to go talk to him,” Sun said, facing Will. “I think he will crack.”
“No, I will be the only one talking to him. I don’t want any of you near him. Even with the blindfold on, he’s extremely dangerous. I don’t want him to hear your voice…your accent. We can’t take any chances,” Will said.
“Do you not think they can hear all this yelling we are doing through that thin door?” Sun asked.
Will signed. “Maybe so, but I still don’t want any of you near him. I don’t trust him. Believe me, the less he knows about the rest of you, the better. I’ll go and interrogate him now.”
But before he could go, Kala screamed again in pain. This time, she was holding her foot. Jamie and Amanita grabbed Kala and pulled her in their arms, hoping to give her some comfort.
“All you have to do is give me what I want, Wolfgang. It’s not like I enjoy torturing you,” Lila said, batting her eyes. “I mean just find out where they’re hiding Whispers.”
Wolfgang was clenching his teeth, refusing to allow her to break him. He would die before he’d sell his friends out. “Fuck you,” he whispered, his eyes full of hatred.
“Okay, perhaps I lied. Maybe I do enjoy torturing you. Hmm, let’s see, I think it would be kind of fun to play with you ear now.” She teased him with the sharp blade brushing against his ear. “Or better yet, perhaps I can take out one of your eyes. It just kind of sucks that I have to do this because you have such a beautiful face.” Lila continued to stroke his face with the knife. “Oh well, easy come, easy go.”
Kala saw Lila raise her knife, aiming for Wolfgang’s eye. Filled with rage, she reacted. With all the strength she possessed, Kala leaped toward Lila to stop her. Within seconds, Lila was on the ground, and Kala was on top of her. Instinctively, Kala began swinging, her rage about to explode. She had no idea how she was doing this, but she knew she had to stop Lila before she hurt Wolfgang any more.
“What the hell is going on?” Lila screamed, trying to cover her face from the invisible force.
Wolfgang couldn’t believe his eyes. How the hell was Kala able to visit him and fight this crazy bitch?
“What’s going on in there?” a voice demanded. “That’s enough for today, Lila. I don’t know why you’re rolling around on the floor. Come out! We need to talk.”
Kala stood up and watched Lila pull herself to standing. “This is not over yet,” Lila whispered to Wolfgang before leaving.
All Wolfgang could do was to stare at the love of his life before him. He could still feel the steam blowing out of her ears from fury. He wanted to pull her in his arms and protect her from the evil surrounding them. But, he didn’t dare acknowledge her presence. He knew he was being watched, and there was no way, he’d jeopardize Kala’s safety. But damn, he wanted to ask her so badly how the hell she did what she did.
Seeing his hand and foot soaked in blood, it was all she could do to not drape her body over him to protect him from further harm. She leaned toward him and kissed his lips. “I’m coming for you. Don’t you give up. I promise we’re getting you out of here.”
“What the fuck happened?” Lito asked.
Kala opened her eyes and Will, Sun, and Capheus were holding her down. “I’m okay now,” she whispered.
“You were swinging at somebody,” Will stated.
“It was Lila. She was going to stab Wolfgang through his eye.”
“Oh, no,” Jamie whispered.
“I stopped her.” Kala stood up and faced them. “Somehow, I was able to tackle her and stop her. It was like I was actually there. But it was better because she couldn’t see me.”
“What do you mean? It wasn’t through Wolfgang’s body?” Will asked.
“No, he was tied up. I’m telling you, I was so angry. I literally wanted to tear her heart out. I lost all control. Usually, I pride myself in keeping my control. But this was different. I became somebody else…I just reacted. I knew I had to stop her. And so I jumped on top of her and she felt my force. She was knocked down.” Kala frowned. “Do you know what this means? There’s so much more we can do. We just have to figure out how to do it.”
“Okay, noted. We will need to explore that because it’ll come in handy. I believe I’ve noticed such incidences in the past with us, although they were subtle. Right now, though, I need to know if he’s okay. What are they doing to him?” Will asked.
“For now, he’s okay. I think she stabbed his hand and foot. But then she got called out. Some male voice spoke in the intercom and said he needed to speak with her. We have to get Wolfgang out of there. I don’t know how long he can last.” Kala’s voice quivered just thinking about what was happening to Wolfgang.
“Don’t worry. I’m about to give Whispers and Jonas a taste of their own medicine,” Will hissed, furious with the new information about Wolfgang. With that, he entered the bedroom where the hostages were held and shut the door behind him.
Note: On June 29th it was announced that Sense8 will be back! For now, there will be a two hour special some time next year. YES!! YES!!! YES!!! I was desperately seeking closure, so FINALLY, it has been confirmed that we will be getting it from the brilliant writers who created this amazing story. On that note, I will now stop this fan fiction here and get back to writing my own stories. Yes, I did become completely nonfunctional when this show was cancelled. But now, I’m doing my happy dance and getting my groove back.
Stay tuned for Girl Behind The Veil. Coming your way in the next few months!
Disclaimer: I own no rights to Sense8 or the characters. I’m simply writing this fan fiction to provide some closure to myself, as well as hopefully, other die-hard fans who are feeling lost like me.
The cluster had been crashing in the one bedroom flat on the couches, the day bed that was in the living room, and even the floor. Their hostages, Whispers and Jonas, were tied up in the bedroom. The fact that they hadn’t made much progress in terms of information on Wolfgang was making them all anxious.
They had left their homes and the people they loved to save their friend. None of them were allowed to call anybody until the mission was accomplished. It was too risky, and besides, none of them wanted to endanger their loved ones’ lives. Now that BPO had one of their own, everybody they knew may be at risk.
“Are you okay, Lito?” Nomi asked when she saw him standing in a corner, jumping up and down.
“This helps me when I am stressed. We have been stuck in here too long. And I worry for Hernando and Dani. They cannot reach me, and that is killing them, I am sure.”
“Did you tell them anything before you left?” Nomi was worried about Lito.
“I tried to explain what was happening, but nothing was coming out right. They came with me to the airport to try to stop me. Both of them thought I was losing my mind. Then they wanted to come with me, but I did not allow it. They still have their jobs, and they do not understand all that is going on with me. I should have explained things from the beginning.” Lito shook his head, remembering the exchange at the airport. “I still remember Hernando’s last words to me. He said, ‘Even though I think you’re acting crazy, I see it is very important for you to get on that plane. And because I love you, I will support you any way you need me to. I will be waiting when you come back home.’” Lito sighed, feeling emotional.
“You’re lucky to have him,” Nomi said, squeezing his hand.
“Yes, I am. Congratulations by the way. I see you are ready to walk down the aisle,” Lito said with a quick wink.
“Thank you! I’m lucky I was able to bring my fiancé with me here,” Nomi said, watching Amanita. “I guess things could be worse. It’s a good thing we can all speak English. Can you imagine if none of us could understand what we were saying?”
Lito chuckled. “I am still rusty, but I think I have gotten better since you all came into my life. I have gotten pretty good in other languages too.”
Capheus joined them. “Even though we were poor, my mother always made sure that I went to English classes. She said it was important to learn it. That one day, I was going to be somebody big, and I will need to know it.”
“Your mother is a very wise woman,” Nomi said and then turned her attention to her computer. When she got a notification on the screen, her heart skipped a bit. “Holy shit! We got her!”
Everybody ran to the laptop, hovering around her.
“What’s happened?” Will asked.
“Bug, do you see what I see?” Nomi asked her friend who was still back in San Francisco.
“I’m on it!” he responded.
Nomi turned to her team. “His wife just entered the drug store, Boots, off of Strand Road. We got a picture of her going in from the camera. We can now show Whispers we are serious!”
“I know exactly where that pharmacy is. I know short cuts to get there,” Riley said.
“Come on,” Capheus said. “I can get us there. We have the rented car that Nomi was able to get for us. It would be for the best if we can follow her and even get the address of where she lives.”
“Okay, I will go with you.” Will jumped up.
“No, you monitor the situation from here. You may need to make some tough decisions. Besides, our prisoners are here.” Riley said, following Capheus.
“Do not worry! I will go with them,” Lito said.
They all turned to Lito as he was running after Capheus and Riley.
Lito shrugged his shoulders. “What? I believe I am getting pretty good at fighting now. Wolfgang has taught me well.” He then swung his arm in air, throwing a punch.
“Hell yeah!” Amanita cheered.
Will sighed. “Riley, be careful,” he yelled as she dashed out of the door.
“I know!” She assured him before disappearing down the hall with Capheus and Lito.
“Don’t worry, Bug can track any of us now since he’s got all of our pictures. He will be able to watch their car through all of the public cameras. And, I’ve got my eyes on Mrs. Whispers from inside the store now. Looks like she’s waiting on some medication at the desk. Bug, are you on this?” Nomi asked.
“I am in the store’s computer as we speak,” he replied. “I’m a bit slow. This change in time zone is messing me up. It’s four in the morning here.”
“Bug, stay sharp!” Amanita ordered.
“I said, I got it! Okay, looks like she just picked up Insulin for somebody named, Chelsea Sherman,” Bug informed them.
“Who is Chelsea Sherman?” Sun asked.
“Whoever she is, she has diabetes,” Kala replied.
“Chelsea is his daughter’s name,” Will said.
“Looking it up,” Nomi said. Within seconds, a picture of a young girl popped up.
“You’re a genius!” Will exclaimed. “That’s her. That’s his daughter.”
“I’m just getting started, honey,” Nomi said, smiling. “Look at what popped up about her. She’s ten years old and her parents are Elizabeth and Daniel Sherman.”
Amanita leaped up and screamed in victory. “Does this mean we have Whispers’ real name? Oh shit, this is freakin’ fantastic!”
“I thought his name was Milton Matheson,” Nomi mumbled to herself.
“He probably has several aliases. Who knows what his real name is?” Sun said.
“Hey. guys! Our little wife must have paid in cash,” Bug interrupted. “There’s no credit card transaction.”
Within ten minutes, Nomi noticed Mrs. Sherman was getting ready to exit the store. “Damn it! She’s leaving.”
They all stared at the screen as a black sedan pulled up, and she got in.
“Do you see this, Bug?” Nomi asked
“Sure do! I have the license plate number,” he answered.
Will dialed Riley’s number. “Okay, she’s now in a black sedan heading east on Strand Road. The license plate number is KB205,” he informed her as he read it off of the screen.
“We’re still ten minutes away from there,” Riley replied.
“Not for long,” Capheus said as he waved in and out of traffic.
“We can’t stay on the phone too long, Will,” Riley said. “We can’t take the chance. Don’t worry, we’ll get them. Just call back if you see them turning.”
“Got it. Be careful,” Will said before disconnecting the line.
“I can’t get any information on the license plate,” Bug informed them. “I’ve been trying to run it, but nothing’s coming up.”
“Just like Jonas’s phone,” Sun said. “None of the phone numbers on his phone were traceable.”
“I’m not surprised,” Kala said. “These guys know what they’re doing.”
“I’m shocked that even his daughter’s information came up,” Will said.
“It may not even be her real information.” Sun was pacing the floor, wishing they could get accurate information on this guy.
“If the mother went to get the Insulin for her like that, I have a feeling she must have ran out,” Kala said as she thought about the possibilities. “I think she must have been desperate. Diabetes can be extremely dangerous without the medication.”
“Wouldn’t Whispers’ lab just provide her with the supply, though?” Amanita asked.
“He probably did,” Sun agreed. “But remember, he is not around. Maybe she does not have access to anybody at BPO or his lab. Like Kala said, she made this desperate move in order to get her hands on that medication.”
“Looks like Capheus is right behind the black sedan now. I just got a visual of the two cars from one of the cameras from another store,” Nomi said.
Will breathed a sigh of relief, but was still nervous for his girlfriend. He hated feeling this helpless.
They all stared at the screen, trying to get another visual of the cars. When it did pop up, they all would cheer to celebrate. But within fifteen minutes, there was nothing on the cars.
“Can’t trace them anymore. I think they may have turned into a street that’s more residential,” Nomi said, clicking frantically at the keyboard to scan the cameras.
“Unless somebody has any outdoor cameras at their home, we won’t be able to see where that sedan is going to stop,” Bug said.
“Don’t worry. Capheus, Riley, and Lito are on them,” Sun said, clenching her fists.
“I’m gonna go ahead and trace Riley’s phone now. I can tell you exactly what street they’re on,” Bug offered.
“If we can trace her, anybody else can as well,” Sun said.
“Sure, if they have her new number. We’ve changed all of our numbers for a reason, and we’ve made sure to take all precautions to make it extremely difficult for others to get access to our number. Technically, none of our numbers even exist,” Nomi assured them.
“Just like Jonas’ phone,” Kala softly said. “Are you sure BPO can’t trace his phone?”
“I took the battery out immediately from his phone. And since then, we’ve reprogrammed the phone to ensure it would be untraceable.” Nomi explained. “And don’t forget, we still have the list of phone numbers he dialed. I know we can’t trace the numbers, but maybe we need to call the last number Jonas dialed. It was right before we had captured him.”
“I don’t want to call it until we know who we’re talking to. I want the person on the other line to think we got our shit together,” Will said, pacing the floor.
“But neither of them are talking. I can’t stand this!” Kala said, trying to keep her mind off of Wolfgang.
“We need a name…maybe of who’s in charge of BPO.” Will knew it was critical to get the vital information from their hostages.
“Don’t worry. He will talk once he finds out that we know his true identity,” Sun said calmly.
“When we put Daniel Sherman in the system, nothing is popping up. At least nothing about Whispers. Same about his wife. No picture, no information,” Nomi said.
“Again, not surprised,” Will mumbled.
“Hey, team! Looks like Riley’s car stopped for about five minutes because her phone stayed motionless. But they’re back on the move. Looks like they may be heading back,” Bug announced.
Will couldn’t help but dial his girl’s number. Riley answered immediately. “We have her address. All is good. Heading back now,” she said simply.
Everybody yelled in victory, and Will quickly disconnected the call.
“You’re my hero, Bug!” Amanita said. “And you are a fuckin’ genius, my love.” She grabbed Nomi’s face and kissed her.
Disclaimer: I own no rights to Sense8 or the characters. I’m simply writing this fan fiction to provide some closure to myself, as well as hopefully, other die-hard fans who are feeling lost like me.
Whatever It Takes
“You stopped taking the blockers,” Sun stated.
“I have to try to figure out where he’s at. And I have to be sure he’s not giving up, that he will hang on,” Kala explained.
“Did you notice anything different?” Sun paced in front of the couch that Kala had fallen asleep on.
By then, the others had heard the commotion and had joined them.
Kala stood up and tucked her hair away from her face. “No, he’s still tied up in the same room. Nobody was there, though. But he said they’re monitoring everything. That it was too risky for me to be there.”
“He’s right,” Will agreed. “You can’t take chances like that, Kala. You have to take your blockers on time.”
“The only way we’ll be able to find him is if one of us continues to visit him…to keep communicating with him…and, to keep encouraging him. That person has to be me,” Kala said. She needed them to understand why it was important that she saw him.
“They know every time you visit him. They’re in his brain, Kala,” Lito said, frowning.
“If Wolfgang visits you while you’re off the blockers, they may be able to track us down. And there goes our plan,” Will chimed in, hoping Kala would see some sense.
“He won’t visit me. He knows how risky that is.” Kala approached her friend, Riley. “You understand why I had to see him, right?” she asked.
Taking her hand, Riley nodded. “I do.”
“Not helping, Riley,” Will scolded.
“If it were you that was taken, I’d do the same thing. I’d have to be sure you were still ok. I’d want to keep giving you hope. You do remember you did that for me not too long ago,” Riley reminded him.
Will sighed. “They know we can’t be too far. We’re at risk.”
“Don’t worry. Even if Wolfgang visits any of us, Bug has helped me disguise this place with the sounds of train and a busy metropolitan area,” Nomi assured them. “They’d think we’re in the heart of the city.”
Sun brought the blockers to Kala. “I’m sorry, but you need to take these now. If you want to save Wolfgang, then we must stick to the plan. We can’t risk them finding out about it.”
“I understand.” Kala nodded and swallowed the pills.
“Did you notice anything about where he could be? Any clues?” Capheus asked.
“No, he’s in the same place, though. Looks exactly the same. He’s in real bad shape. There was nobody there in white lab coats, messing with him, thankfully.” Kala was sick with worry, and she quickly blinked away the tears. They should have gotten Wolfgang out by now.
“That means nothing. They know Whispers and Jonas are missing, so they’ll be keeping a close eye on Wolfgang…to see if he’ll give any information away,” Will said as he paced the floor, his mind racing.
“Were you able to get any more information out of our prisoners, Will?” Capheus asked. “Are they still not talking?”
“They’re still not talking,” Will confirmed. He had tried all of the interrogation techniques he’d learned, but neither had taken the bait. He needed to find something on them…something that’ll force them to talk.
“We must make sure they take their blockers on time. Last thing we need is somebody from BPO, or worse, Lila, to start visiting either Whispers or Jonas. I promise you, Lila is helping BPO hunt us down,” Nomi said, reaching for Amanita’s hand.
“She was there,” Kala finally said, rubbing her forehead as she remembered Lila’s words. “She visited Wolfgang while I was there. She was taunting him and threating that she would kill his cluster.”
“That’s one crazy bitch,” Amanita said.
“Since our hostages are not talking, what’s our next move?” Capheus asked the question that was on everybody’s mind.
“In one of my movies, we cut off our prisoners’ fingers one by one until they started talking,” Lito said. “We can always try that.” He shrugged his shoulders and looked at his friends for their reaction.
“I’m game,” Sun agreed. “They’re already doing terrible things to Wolfgang. This is a war, after all.”
“Gross!” Nomi said. “I want no part in that. All we need to do is track his family down. They can’t be too far from London, and Bug is on it. Once we show Whispers we know where his wife and daughter are, he’s not going to want to risk their lives.”
“It’s been two days already, though. I can’t stand this! I feel so helpless,” Kala exclaimed, throwing her arms up in frustration.
“We have a picture of his wife and daughter from his wallet. Plus, we have Jonas’s cell phone. Too bad the cell phone has been useless so far, but Bug has the picture uploaded into his system. He’s got access to all of the public cameras in London and the vicinity. If any of the cameras captures either of their images, we got them,” Nomi explained.
“Whispers knows none of us are capable of hurting them, though,” Capheus said.
“The only person out of our cluster that would be able to shut his emotions off to get the job done was Wolfgang.” Lito agreed.
All of them stared at one another, lost in thought.
Kala stepped forward. “I will do whatever I have to do to save Wolfgang.”
Sun stood next to her. “I will help you. The only way to get the job done is to focus on our mission. And that’s to get our friend out. He’s always been there for each of us when we’d needed him.”
“Wolfgang was always there for me. He’s fought many battled for me. I will not turn my back on him,” LIto agreed, stepping next to them.
“He would do the same for any of us,” Riley agreed.
“So, do we all agree to do whatever it takes?” Will asked as he looked at each of them. He knew a lot was at stake here, but he wanted to be sure his friends were well aware what they were getting into.
The cluster came together and placed their hands on one another. Even Amanita joined them.
“Whatever it takes.” Their voices echoed in the apartment.
Since the announcement of Sense8 being cancelled, I’ve had a very difficult time focusing on my own work. I’m just one of those people who needs closure. If anybody has watched Sense8 on Netflix, you know how it ends. It was a crazy cliffhanger ending, and frankly, I just can’t let it go.
I’ve been standing by my Sensate family from all over the world, doing whatever I can to try to convince Netflix to renew it. I don’t know what the future will hold for Sense8, but damn, I’m still heartbroken.
To help find my own resolution, I’ve decided to write this fan fiction. Writing has always been therapeutic for me, so, hopefully, this will do the trick. I will post chapters on my website as I complete them.
This fanfic picks up right where the season finale ends in Season 2. Wolfgang is captured and the cluster has come together to try to rescue him. They end up taking Whispers and Jonas as their prisoners and Will’s last words to Whispers are, “You want war? We’ll give you a war.”
I have no idea where the brilliant writers intended this story to go, so I’ll just listen to the voices in my head and write my own version.
Disclaimer: I own no rights to Sense8 or the characters. I’m simply writing this fan fiction to provide some closure to myself as well as hopefully, some of the other die hard fans who are lost like me.
He was lying there, still tied up…barely awake, barely breathing. Kala could feel his every emotion—rage, pain, anxiety, and even fear. But she knew he wasn’t fearful for himself. No, he was frightened for his friends. He worried for his cluster he would die for. It no longer mattered to him what they would do to him, but he didn’t want the same fate for any of them…especially Kala. His Kala needed to live. She had too much to offer to the world.
Now that Whispers knew her identity, she was vulnerable. He had to kill Whispers. Damn it! That was the main thing that kept him alive right now. The only way to protect Kala was to terminate Whispers once and for all.
It would be so much easier to just let it all go. At least the pain would stop. He would finally be able to find some peace. Death would be welcomed. But no, he had to stop Whispers. He would endure all the agony and torture to protect her.
“Wolfgang.” Her voice was soft and full of concern and pain. She was here.
When he opened his eyes, he saw her tear-soaked face leaning toward him. He could barely speak, but he managed to mumble, “Kala, you can’t be here. They’re watching me. He knows you. Whispers knows you.”
“No, it’s okay! Shh, don’t talk. You must save your energy. But don’t worry. We have Whispers. Do you know where you are?” She touched his face, caressing it softly…the same way she would when she needed to feel him. To make sure he was there. The same way when she’d tell him how much she loved him without saying a word.
“No, I don’t know. What do you mean you have Whispers?” he asked. He wasn’t sure if he heard her right.
“I can’t say much because I don’t know how much they’re getting inside your head. But, Will has a plan. We’re going to get you out of here. I swear it. But you have to promise me something…promise you’ll hang on.” Kala was desperate. She knew the torture he’d endured was too much for anybody, even Wolfgang.
“I don’t know what’s going to happen, but you can’t come back here. Too dangerous.”
“Just promise me you’ll hang on. I need you to say it,” she insisted, squeezing his hand.
Wolfgang knew she wouldn’t leave until she got her way. “I promise,” he whispered.
Kala leaned forward and kissed him. “I love you. Remember that. I’m nothing without you. Come back to me, Wolfgang.”
Her lips lingered on his and he closed his eyes, cherishing this moment. He never thought he was capable of loving somebody like he loved her.
“Oooh, I see she’s here again.” Lila’s taunting voiced echoed in the room.
Wolfgang flung his head toward her. All he wanted was to wrap his hand around that pretty little neck of hers until her last dying breath.
“What is it?” Kala asked, immediately recognizing somebody else was in the room with them. “Is it Lila?”
Wolfgang remained silent, but pure hate was reflecting in his eyes. Finally, he turned to Kala and begged, “Just go. Please, you must go.”
Rage ignited inside her, and on impulse, she jumped into Wolfgang’s body. She needed to see the woman she hated so much.
“So, Wolfgang, I’m here to tell you that I’m going to find this love of your life and the rest of your cluster. When I do, you’ll get to watch me tear them apart, piece-by-piece. But first, your beloved will witness you and I making love. One way or another, you will be mine,” Lila continued as her hand travelled down his chest and rested at his groin. “You’ll see.”
Kala glared at her through Wolfgang’s eyes. “Over my dead body,” she promised.
Lila laughed, throwing her head back. “There’s not much you can do right now. Your words mean nothing because you see, Wolfgang, you’re the one who’s tied up and completely helpless.”
Kala continued to stare at her enemy straight into her eyes. “You will die, Lila. And I’m the one who’s going to kill you,” she swore.
Struggling to free herself, Kala tried to leap toward Lila. She’d never been a violent person, but right now, she wanted to suck the life out of the evil bitch.
“Kala, wake up! You’re dreaming.” Sun shook Kala when she saw her friend yelling and flailing about in bed.
Flinging her eyes open, Kala recognized the one bedroom apartment that had been their home in London for the past two days.
“He’s still alive,” she whispered, closing her eyes. “He’s still alive.”
It seems like it’s been forever since I’ve been writing this story. The good news is that the first draft is finally done! I’ve been going through the manuscript and editing away. Next step will be the beta readers, then the editor, then more revisions. So, there’s still lots of work left. For now, though, I’m going to share the first chapter with you all. Remember, it’s not professionally edited yet. Nevertheless, I think you’ll enjoy this sneak peek. I really love the way the story has developed 🙂
My assignment was simple. Buy the girl and get out. It shouldn’t be too difficult since I’d been in much more dangerous missions than this. Piece of cake.
Besides, being in the Special Forces for the United States government had trained me well to perform under pressure. At the age of twenty-five, I was one of the younger soldiers in my unit. But I had more than proved my worth. Not only was I picked for this assignment because of my age, but I was one of the top combat and weaponry agents, as well as being fluent in four different languages.
I was disguised as Pier Silvani, a wealthy son of a very successful Italian businessman. Pier had a reputation of getting what he wanted, even if he had to break the rules to get it. It made me sick how many human trafficking operations existed in the world. These evil men found ways to get the innocent girls in their possession and sell them to the highest bidders.
I rode in the back of the Jeep while the two Pakistani men, with their guns in their hands, sat in the front. They had picked me up from my hotel couple of hours ago and were bringing me to check the girls out in person. I was well aware that I was at a complete disadvantage with no weapons of my own. I wasn’t even allowed to bring a cell phone with me.
Typically, I wasn’t assigned to such missions, but this one was different. Apparently, they had kidnapped the wrong girl. It looked like this girl I was to save was somebody very important. I was never informed of her father’s identity, but was told he was somebody very big in the political world. As soon as he found out his daughter was missing, he contacted the right connections with enough influence to have my team be brought in to find her.
Once it was determined that this human trafficking organization had kidnapped her three weeks ago while she was shopping in a bazaar, we were given strict instructions to keep it all very simple. I would act as a client, buy her from the organization, and get her out. We would then see her safe to her father, and the mission would be completed.
I only hoped that she never told her kidnappers her true identity. If they realized they had a goldmine in their hands, God only knew what they’d do to her. Even I wasn’t notified of much information about her. I was merely shown a picture of her and was told she was only nineteen years old. My unit hadn’t even told me her name.
Luckily, we had enough contacts to get me in as one of the potential clients. At first, I was given photographs of girls to choose from by the kidnappers. I wasn’t interested in any of the other girls, though. Sure, it would be pretty awesome to be able to save them all, but their fate was out of my hands. I was after the one and only—the girl with the beautiful, gray eyes.
Since my team had already shown me numerous photos of her, I recognized her picture immediately when it was presented to me. She had a hijab around her face, so her hair was completely covered, but her gray eyes were unmistakable. Whereas the other girls had kept their eyes casted down, this girl had stared straight into the camera with a look of defiance.
To keep it believable, I’d chosen four different girls out of the twenty pictures they’d shown me, one being the subject. Now, as we approached the compound—which appeared to be in the middle of nowhere in northern parts of Pakistan—my senses were on high alert. Already driving for two hours, there was nothing around us but vast land.
As we got closer, I noticed five different Jeeps parked, and two large tents were set up. I was guided into one of the tents by the driver and was ordered to stay there until further instructions. Knowing I was with no weapons in the middle of nowhere and responsible for saving somebody very important made my adrenaline pump even faster. But, the fact that they believed I was very wealthy who liked to live on the edge helped me get this close to the subject.
When they brought the four girls into the tent, each was covered from head to toe in her traditional attire. Five men with guns were accompanying them. One of the men, who appeared to be their leader, approached me and shook my hand. He smiled as he pointed to the girls behind him. I smiled back, showing him I was looking forward to the business transaction.
“Welcome, Pier Silvani. I think you’ll be pleased with these girls, yes?” The man spoke in Hindi.
“Yes, very pleased,” I replied in Hindi. I wasn’t very good in the language, but was able to wing it if needed.
“Shall we speak in English to make it easier on both of us?” he asked in a very heavy accent.
“I would prefer it,” I agreed. “Thank you.”
With a swift move, he approached each of the girls and pulled their garments off them. Four completely naked girls stood before me, and it took everything out of me not to react at their humiliation. As much as I wanted to cover the girls, I pretended to inspect each of them by circling around them. Some of the girls whimpered, some trembled out of fear, and all but one kept their gaze down to the ground.
I knew who the girl I was searching for immediately. She was the one who kept staring straight ahead, her lips drawn into a thin line, showing insubordination. Her skin was as clear as a porcelain doll, and the contrast of her jet-black hair cascading against her snow-white body took my breath away. Her almond-shaped eyes were the most unusual color of gray, and the depth in them could pierce one’s soul.
Whereas the other girls stood with their shoulders stooped forward, she remained erect with her shoulders and head held high. There was not a sound coming from her while she stood strong and held onto her pride. Even though her hands were rolled into tight fists and she maintained her chin up, I could tell she was hanging on by a thin thread, holding onto any little dignity that remained.
An overwhelming urge to cover her with my own jacket from the prying eyes of the disgusting pigs snuck up on me. I wanted to protect this girl—a complete stranger—and whisk her away.
“Don’t worry, they’re all virgins. We inspected them.” The man laughed as if he was sharing some inside joke with me.
I forced myself to laugh with him, and pointed to the girl I was after. “I want her.”
“Ah, yes, she is special, yes? We call her Azmia. A beautiful girl, yes?” He approached her and smacked her on her bare bottom.
I saw Azmia close her eyes and clench her jaw, trying to keep herself together.
I stepped right in front of her and cupped her chin in my hand, forcing her to look at me. She stared deep into my eyes, daring me to make the next move. Leaning forward, I brushed my lips against hers ever so softly, causing the men to laugh and whistle. She, however, kept her lips tight, maintaining indifference to my kiss.
“Azmia,” I repeated the name. How fitting since Azmia meant brave. “Yes, very beautiful. I want her. Here’s the money you asked for.” I held out the briefcase containing $50,000 in cash.
The man grabbed the briefcase from my hand and opened it. Once satisfied of the content, he nodded. “Yes, you’ll enjoy this one. We have her papers and her new ID’s for you. You should have no problems getting her out of the country.” He then turned toward his men and spoke in Hindi. “Cover the girls up and get this one ready to go. And keep your hands off her!”
I wasn’t surprised that he had to remind his men to keep their hands to themselves since it appeared they wouldn’t hesitate one bit to fulfill their wildest fantasies with her.
Within ten minutes, the girl named Azmia was sitting next to me in the back seat of the Jeep, covered from head to toe in her black garment. This time, the man who spoke English was riding in the front as a passenger, but the driver remained the same. They were supposed to take us to the airport in Islamabad where they believed my private jet was waiting for us. It was a three-hour drive, and if everything went as planned, we should be at the airport before sunset.
My goal was to just keep us safe for the next three hours, and then my assignment would be done. My team was already waiting for us at the airport, and they’d take over. They were supposed to check us in through the gates as if we were any other passengers to avoid any suspicion. All I had to do was to get Azmia to that point. Once there, they’d get her to her father.
As we drove through a completely deserted road, I kept my eyes on the men in front of me. I was well aware that both of them had handguns attached to their waists. We had been driving for nearly half an hour, and I knew the nearest sign of any civilization was probably another hour away.
The men were talking amongst themselves and would occasionally say a couple of things to me. They were mostly making jokes about my time with my new girl. I humored them and laughed at their silly jokes. But when I heard a sudden pop from the side of the Jeep, I had a sinking feeling that we had a flat tire.
“What happened?” I asked.
The driver got out and answered to his boss in Hindi. “Flat tire, Sahib.”
I showed my irritation. “I don’t have all day. I need to get to my destination while it’s still daylight.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” The leader said to me in English. “The rest of my men are not far behind us. We’ll use one of those Jeeps to get you to the airport.” He grabbed the radio and spoke in Hindi to explain the situation. He then turned toward me again and said, “See, they’ll be here in twenty minutes.”
The driver entered his seat again while we all waited. My senses were so focused on the men that I didn’t notice when Azmia suddenly lunged toward me. Caught off-guard, she was instantly on top of me, punching and scratching.
Before I could take control of the situation, the leader jumped out of the Jeep and pulled her off me. Snatching her hijab off, he grabbed her hair and dragged her out of the vehicle. I leaped out as well, trying to calm everybody down. The driver had remained in the Jeep, waiting on the leader to handle the girl.
“I told you to learn your manners! He’s your master now!” The man screamed at Azmia in Hindi while shaking her like a rag doll. He pulled his gun out and held it to her face.
“Stop!” I ordered. “I can handle her. She’s mine now.”
“She has to be taught a lesson for her behavior,” the man replied back to me, shoving her to the ground.
Azmia landed hard, but only a soft whimper escaped her lips.
“I said, I’m her master now. She’s mine! I’ll handle her!” I kept my voice stern.
The man turned to me, taking in heavy breaths as if to calm himself down. “Fine! But I warn you, girls like this one must be controlled.” He then bent down to pull her up to standing. To my horror, he punched her on the side of her face.
As Azmia toppled down again, I could no longer hold back my fury. I lunged forward, tackling him down. The impact caused him to drop his gun, and I took the opportunity to grab him in a chokehold. When I saw the driver stepping out of the Jeep, instincts took over. Without hesitating, I snapped the lead guy’s neck, and he lay limp in my arms.
I knew I had to act quickly as the driver ran toward us with the gun pointed at me. Everything happened all at once. The gunshot echoed into the deathly silence of the isolated road. The driver went down, and I realized Azmia had just shot him. She was standing there with the leader’s gun in her hand, her eyes wide with shock.
I stood up very slowly, stepping toward her. When she pointed the gun at me, I raised my arms up, showing her I was harmless.
“It’s okay,” I said in English. “Do you understand English at all?”
She remained quiet, but continued pointing the gun at me
“I’m here to help you.” I then spoke in my broken Hindi while I kept taking small steps toward her. “Your father sent me.
A look of confusion crossed her face, and I took the opportunity to grab her wrist and snatch the gun out of her hand.
“It’s okay. I won’t hurt you.” I placed the gun on the waist of my pants and continued, “We have to go. The rest of the men will be here in no time.”
When I saw her trying to weigh her options, I moved quickly. I grabbed the driver’s gun and checked the back of the Jeep. Seeing the backpack, I breathed a sigh of relief when I noted the content in there. It had a few water bottles, first aid kit, a knife, a military blanket, and some military rations.
“Bingo,” I whispered to myself. Placing my arms through the backpack, I turned to her. “Let’s go! We have to get out of here before the rest of them arrive. We have to go through the woods where they can’t follow us with their Jeeps.”
I was speaking in English because there simply was no time for me to try to figure out how to translate everything into Hindi. I grabbed her arm and began running toward the tree lines.
Although Azmia still seemed to be in a state of shock, she ran alongside of me. I held onto her arm to help set her pace. We needed to get as much distance as possible before the rest of them found their men dead.
Netflix announced cancellation of Sense8 today. To say I’m shocked would be an understatement. How can a show that has so many important messages for the world be cancelled?
Sense8 is not just a show for many fans. It’s so much more. For those who haven’t seen it, it’s about eight strangers from different parts of the world, and they suddenly become connected. So, although they’re apart, they can still feel what the others are feeling.
But for many of us, it’s more than just a sci-fi adventure. The show is about uniting the diversities of the world. It’s about accepting and loving our uniqueness and our imperfections. It’s about coming together and fighting for what we believe in. It’s about finding humanity and believing in power of love again. This show truly brings the world together.
So what does Netflix do? Cancel it. I have no idea why they would cancel something with such a positive message. I will blame the mighty dollar. I’m sure it’s all about money and blah, blah, blah. Isn’t it usually the case? If you have an opportunity to help impact the world in a positive way, wouldn’t you? It’s a no brainer to me.
Now, the fans get no closure. It’s been robbed from us. The season finale ended in such a way… I can’t even imagine they’d leave us hanging like that. I mean, what the hell!
I have to acknowledge the courageous writers and actors from this show. I know they pushed the limits to get their messages across, and damn, I couldn’t be more proud. Not only is this international cast so talented, but they are fearless. It’s obvious they gave everything they had in this show. So here’s to you, my amazing Sense8 actors who brought us these unforgettable characters.
I can only hope that another network picks this show up very quickly. This show has a very loyal international following. The fans are devastated about this, and I know they’ll do whatever they can to help. Please, can the writers/directors please pitch this show to another network? Remember, be fearless and fight for you believe in.
As far as I’m concerned, “I’m not ready to say goodbye.” I need my closure and a satisfying ending. Wolfgang and Kala didn’t even meet in real life! Nope, I will not accept this.
Many may not understand this, but I become very attached to my characters. If there is no resolution to this, I will have to find my own resolution. I will be writing a fan fiction on this website about what happens to my favorite characters. I have no idea what the amazing writers had in store for the characters (wish I could get inside their heads). But, for now, I’ll have to be satisfied with my own continuation of the story. I simply will not be able to accept the way the show has ended.
Why would I let these characters walk away when Wolfgang is captured and is being tortured? After all, our sensates have a war to fight.