Thread: The Truth-Seer (InsertNameHere and Chanti)

Sunny Rayne knew if her grandparents ever had any inkling that people knowing about her gift would cause this, they would never have said a word. They would have gone along with the story Sunny gave the press, that the little girl that came into the gas station she worked at just didnt look happy. In fact, she had looked afraid. And Sunny had worried and fretted until she just felt she had to call the policejust in case. But the truth of it was the little girl had been half asleep, eyes blinking shut even as one of the men had carried her into the store. But Sunny had KNOWN the exhausted terror that had hidden in that little babys heart, and had KNOWN the viciousness in the hearts of the men with her. She had KNOWN the girl didnt belong with them. So she had called the police. A kidnapped girl had been rescued. And Sunny had been called a hero. She brushed it off, but her beaming grandparents had told the truth. That ever since she had been a little girl, eighteen old Sunny could sniff out a lie a mile away. If it hadnt been such a slow news day the small town paper would have brushed it off. But the news was slow. It didn't hurt that Sunny was a classic beauty, with a tall willowy body graced with gentle feminine curves, sleek blond hair that hung to the small of her back, and a small face with delicate fae-ish features - high arched brow, narrow nose and cheekbones, a sweetly turned pink mouth. A curious reporter set up a series of tests, with Sunnys grandparents delighted assistance. The result? An astonishing 98 accuracy in Sunny detecting truth from lie. The one time she judged it incorrectly was a day she had been ill. And she had not misjudged so much as passed on judgement. The results had been published and talked about throughout the region. A bigger newspaper picked it up as a human interest story. They got a huge variety of calls, from fanatical religious people that called her a Satanist, to groovy hippy pagans like her grandparents that thought she was a reincarnated deity, to bitter wives and husbands who wanted to hire her to sniff out their spouses lies. But Dom Grieve didnt call. He just took. Oddly enough, it was his innocent, devoutly catholic mother who told him about the story of the girl locals were beginning to call the truth-seer. Grieve lived and worked downtown in the city, and his mother in the quiet little backwater town an hour away knew nothing of his criminal activities. So when he came to visit her as he did every month, she fed him meatloaf and gossiped about her neighbors. It was true, she told him. The girl knew truth from lies, she had seen it with her own eyes when that thieving little sneak Jared Cole had tried to sneak some candy bars out of the store. Sunny had called him back from the door and demanded the candy back. There had been no way for Sunny to see the boy steal the candy, Edna Grieve insisted. The truth-seer was real. Dom was very interested from the beginning of the tale, but he did not give away his interest. Three nights later though, Sunnys world exploded in a haze of gunfire and screams. She was helping her grandmother bake cinnamon rolls in the kitchen. Simon and Garfunkle were crooning about feeling groovy on the radio. The faint murmur of the television came from the living room where her grandfather was watching old reruns of Americas Funniest Homemade videos. He had called Grandma in to watch a particularly funny video, when the doorbell rang. Sunny barely registered it. Friendly neighbors were always in and out of the Rayne household. But the sound of the gunshots ringing out in that peaceful house had her jerking to her feet, then freezing in terror. She heard no sound from her grandfather, but heard her grandmother screaming in pain before another short burst of gunfire silenced the screams. Sunny ran for the back door, but no sooner had she stumbled out onto the back steps then she felt something pinch her side, and she fell into darkness. Dom was a very astute man, and very experienced in getting people to do what he wanted. Twenty-four hours after Sunny woke up in the mans control, he had gotten the identity of an undercover agent in his organization out of her. She hadnt said anything, but she was a terrible liar, and horrible at deceit. Dons careful eyes had noticed her alarm when she saw the man, then the sudden furtiveness in her behavior, the hope in her eyes. And he knew he had his mark. He had the man beaten to death in front of the hysterical, sobbing teenager. They had to sedate her to calm her down, but Dom did not regret making her watch. She needed to know just how damned serious he could be. But people are people, and people talk. Word spread within hours through the underground criminal network of Doms new toy, and what she was capable of doing. It was less than twenty-four hours later that gunshots again broke out in Doms mansion where she was being kept in a locked, windowless bedroom. Her two guards immediately burst in and grabbed her. She fought them, screaming, certain she was to be murdered. They sedated her again with a quick injection, dragging her unconscious form outside to hustle her into the underground garage and away from the attackers. That was not to be. The guards were intercepted, the unconscious girl spirited away by yet another group of dark shadowy men. A pawn, captured in play.