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Chapter Two
The concert lasted for almost two hours. Emily had just finished her
third encore, the international remix version of the third single off
her second album in the last six months, "Hip Hop Clodhopper." A cadre
of men and women had surged her as she danced off stage. Emily had been
practically carried by the throng all the way back to her dressing room.
As she stepped in the door closed behind her. Emily barely noticed.
She walked over to the makeup table, sat down and started wiping her
face down.
"Hello!" she said. "I like need someone to get this freaking wig off.
I'm totally sweating down my scalp."
She felt a pair of hands on her head as the blonde wig was lifted away.
Emily reached up and pulled away the wig cap, letting her dark black
hair spill down over her shoulders. She smiled at her reflection,
admiring her faintly Hispanic features. She puckered her lips and
reveled in the icy pink heart they made. God, I love this, she thought.
The door to the dressing room opened again. Emily glanced over the
shoulder of her reflection and saw her publicist walking over to her.
"Great show, kid!" the overly made up woman said. Emily ignored her and
went back to wiping her face down.
Nonplussed, the publicist went on. "Now, tomorrow you've got that photo
op engagement with that women's group...what were they called? Oh yeah,
the Sisterhood. They're holding a rally in the convention center
tomorrow. It'll be a great chance to get your picture in the paper with
all that grrl power surrounding you. The tweens will just eat it up."
"What-ever!" Emily said, barely hiding the sneer. Like she cared. As
long as the cameras were pointed at her she'd be having a good time.
Then she stopped and thought for a minute. "Wait, the Sisterhood?"
"Yeah," the publicist said, then her face froze. "Don't tell me you've
changed your mind!"
Emily thought for a moment. "No, it's five by five. There's just
something tugging at the back of my mind." She pulled her hair back
into a loose ponytail and stopped as she caught sight of something on
her wrist. She slipped the scrunchy in place and took a closer look.
It was a bracelet, nothing fancy. It was an all white flexible band
with a single white bead. The bead had a single black dot on it. She
fingered the bead and found herself suddenly thinking of a strange white
room and a funny little man behind a desk. She could almost hear him
telling her something about the Sisterhood. Then her finger brushed
across the black dot.
"Emily!" a familiar voice said. "Thank goodness. I was beginning to
get worried!"
"What?" Emily said. "Who said that?"
"Said what?" her publicist asked and looked around the room.
"Emily," the voice said again. "It's me, Arthur!"
At the sound of his name Emily gasped. Memories fell into place like a
dream that had been long forgotten until that sudden spark brings it
back. Emily composed herself then looked over at her publicist and
smiled. "Can I have a few minutes to myself?"
"Well, sure, sug," she said. "You take a nap or something. We're going
to be here for at least an hour or two more breaking everything down."
The publicist motioned and the stylist and the wig master, who Emily
hadn't even noticed in the room before, walked to the door. She watched
them both leave. "See you in a bit, sug," the publicist said.
"Wait," Emily said. "Do you know where my sister is?"
"Um, well," the publicist's face suddenly drew tight, "I think I saw her
go off with a couple of the roadies."
She said roadies with such distaste that Emily didn't have to imagine
hard what to see what she thought they must be doing. Emily just
sighed. It was just like Stacey to pull crap like this. Of course, she
was more likely scoring dope than anything else, but it didn't matter.
"Thanks, uh, Mavis," she said. "If you see her can you ask her to come
here?"
Mavis nodded and closed the door. Emily was now alone. "Arthur," she
whispered fiercely. The stage door was extremely thin and she knew
Mavis was out there listening. This was going to be difficult. "What
the heck happened?"
"Emily, thank goodness. I didn't get to explain how the bracelet's
work. They maintain your link with the White Room. All you have to do
is push the black dot to contact me," Arthur said.
"That's great, Arthur. I think I've like got it and all, but why did I
forget everything as soon as I got here?" Emily said. "I've spent the
last half hour totally mooning over myself like some diva and I like
totally liked it. No, I loved it. Totally."
"We detected an outside source trying to prod its way into the White
Room so we had to rush you and Stacey out. The process allowed your new
identity to overwhelm you. Robert would have eventually surfaced again,
though I'm glad you found the button to contact me without his help."
Emily's head spun for a second. "You're speaking of Robert like he's a
separate person. I'm still him, aren't I?"
"Yes and no. In the reality that exists now, Robert Jackson never
existed. In this reality, you are Emily Lockhart and always have been.
Because Robert never existed, Emily is the dominant personality. It is
hard to maintain a grip on his memories for this reason, which is the
main reason you are wearing the bracelet. It allows you to maintain a
connection to your original reality and, thus, remember your old life.
Without it, you would be completely Emily."
"Yeah, I like still don't get it, Artie," Emily said. "I guess it
doesn't matter. They were telling me before I found the talk button
that I'm set to meet with the Sisterhood tomorrow. Guess that's my
chance to get in."
"Good, you have to find the source of their power, what gives them the
ability to alter reality. Contact me when you've found it and I can
bring you to the White Room to destroy it," Arthur said. "Your sister
should be of immense help. As Agent Silvers, she was the lead in the
original FBI investigation of the Sisterhood when they first came on the
national scene three years ago."
"So that's why she was called in," Emily said. "If she's so
knowledgeable, though, why isn't she taking lead on this investigation?"
"It was discussed. Frankly, if Director Stephens had his way she would
be in charge. However, your ability to alter reality should prove to be
too attractive a temptation for the Sisterhood, especially in your
current form."
"You're the expert, Artie," Emily said.
"That I am. Now, I'm closing the connection. We've already talked too
long. Try not to use this channel unless it's a dire emergency. You
can always contact Director Stephens if you need anything. Outside of
him, though, no one in this reality knows who you really are. As
Stephens would put it, it's the ultimate black bag op."
Part of Emily wanted to ask what that meant. Thank goodness for her
Robert memories. Instead she just laughed as she felt the voice in her
head disappear. The connection to Arthur had been severed. Now it was
time to get to business.
She finished wiping the last of the stage make up off her face
and smiled. There, now I feel more like myself, she thought. She spent
a few minutes applying her regular make up and stood up. She had to
find Stacey and make sure she knew what was going on, too. Emily walked
out of her dressing room, looking briefly up at the door as she closed
it.
"The least they could have done was put my name on the door," she
muttered to herself and walked off. She didn't notice the door ripple
for just a second or that, when it stopped, a nameplate with her name in
shiny pink letters had appeared on it.
It took Emily the better part of ten minutes to find her sister.
That was because she wasn't off smoking pot with the roadies like she
usually was. Oddly enough, Stacey was out on the stage. As Emily
walked up to her, she noticed two women walking away. Had Stacey been
talking to them, she asked herself. She looked up at her sister and
smiled. "Hey Stace!"
Stacey Lockhart smiled when she saw her sister. "Great show,
girly," she said. "You had those tweens eating out of the palm of your
hand."
Emily flinched at the word tween. She knew in a way it probably
shouldn't matter since this wasn't her real life, but she was trying
very hard to be taken seriously as an artist, even if she was a bit
flighty at times. Calling her audience tweens was a bit insulting to
both the audience and her. Her CD and iTunes sales proved she skewed to
older teens and the college crowd more these days than when she'd first
broke big two years ago. This wasn't what she'd come looking for her
sister for, though.
"Who were those women?" she asked as she forced the confusing
dual identity thoughts from her mind.
Stacey looked over her shoulder at the two women. "Oh, them?
They were here representing the Sisterhood of the Arts. They just
wanted to let us...I mean, you know how excited they were you would be
visiting their compound tomorrow."
"Oh, really? Well, then maybe we should head back to my dressing
room. We need to plan out how we're going to handle the visit," Emily
said as she watched the two women disappear into the auditorium.
"What? You mean what we're going to wear? What do you think
this is, Emily, some kind of photo op? Sheesh, these women are looking
to you to make a real change in the world and all you can think about is
how it's going to help your career?"
Emily spun back around to face her sister. "What are you talking
about? We have to infiltrate the Sisterhood for Artie, so we can find
their power source for him. Come on, think about it. Don't you
remember, True Silvers and all that?"
"Emily, you've lost it," Stacey said, her smile quickly turning
to a hateful scowl. "I don't know what kind of crap you're on, but you
need to get your act together. Jesus, and they think I have a drug
problem."
Stacey turned to walk off and that was when Emily noticed. She
closed her eyes and prayed she'd just seen wrong, but when she opened
her eyes nothing had changed. Stacey was not wearing a bracelet on
either wrist. Her connection to the White Room, to her real life, was
not there.
Emily ran to her sister and grabbed her wrist. "Wait," she said.
"Wait, Stacey, you're right. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have poked fun. I
know you're trying not to fall back into that kind of life."
Stacey looked down at her sister, her face unreadable. "You mean
you were making fun of me?"
"I...I was teasing. I thought you'd find it funny," Emily said,
trying to sound upset and hoping her fear wasn't apparent. "I'm sorry."
Stacey snapped her arm away from Emily. "You really are just a
spoiled bitch," she said, but there was no menace in her voice.
"You know you love me, sis," Emily said, feeling a smile creep
across her face.
"Only cause I have to," Stacey said, finishing the old routine
with a smile. She reached over and mussed her sister's hair.
"Seriously, though, no more funny stuff. This visit tomorrow could help
the world see you in a different light."
"I will, Stace. You know I will," Emily said as she took her
sister's hand again. "Say, where's your bracelet?"
"Bracelet?" Stacey asked. "What bracelet?"
"The one like mine. I thought you were gonna wear it."
Stacey looked down at the bracelet on her sister's wrist. "I
don't remember ever having one like that," she said. "Where'd you get
it? It's kind of neat looking."
"I'm not sure. Maybe it wasn't this one," Emily said. "It's
been a long day, I guess."
"That it has," Stacey said. "You should rest up. I'll come get
you when it's time to head back to the hotel."
"Okay. I don't know why we have to be here while they're
breaking all this stuff down," Emily grumbled as she turned to head back
to her dressing room.
"It's so you don't order room service like last time, silly,"
Stacey said as she watched Emily walk away. When Emily was gone her
face turned back to the hateful scowl she'd worn a few minutes earlier.
"Stupid, spoiled bitch," she spat. She reached into the pocket
of her tight denim skirt and pulled out an exact copy of the bracelet
Emily had just shown her. "I wonder why it was so important," she
muttered. She turned it over in her hand a couple of times, then
shrugged and put it back in her pocket.
Emily quickly found her way back to her dressing room and walked
back in, again not noticing the newly appeared nameplate. She walked
over to the couch tucked into the corner of the room and curled up on
it, surprised at how comfortable she was. She could easily fall asleep
right now but there was still something she had to do. With a sigh, she
got back up and found her purse on the make up table. She pulled her
Palm Pre out and quickly dialed Director Stephens direct line, surprised
that she knew it.
"Must be part of Artie's whammy," she muttered as she listened to
the phone ring.
"Hello," a voice said. For a second, Emily almost didn't
recognize it.
"Director Stephens?" she said. "It's me, Emily."
"Emily, what's going on?" the deputy director said.
"I wasn't sure if I should call you or...well, you know who.
Something's happened."
"Already? What could have possibly happened?" Emily could hear
the tension in Stephens' voice and didn't like it.
"It's Stacey, sir. She doesn't have her bracelet."
There was a pause, barely a beat of silence and then Stephens
muttered, "Shit."
"What is it, sir?" Emily said. The words felt strange coming out
of her mouth, but she was suddenly finding her Robert self the more
forceful part of her personality.
"Arthur had to rush you out of the room," Stephens said, "but I
hadn't given Stacey her bracelet yet. I tried to put it on her myself
before she disappeared. I really thought I had, too, but I guess it
didn't stay on."
"I guess not, sir."
Stephens took a deep breath and sighed. "Is everything else on
point, Emily?"
"Yes, sir. Stacey and I are set to meet with the Sisterhood
tomorrow."
"Good. Go ahead with the mission then. You should be able to
work your way into their graces without any problem. I'll meet with
Arthur and see if there isn't something we can do about Stacey's
bracelet, but don't expect anything right away. Oh, and Emily..."
Emily felt herself freeze as the knowledge that she was going to
dread what she heard next rushed over her. "Yes, sir?"
"Watch Stacey closely. Arthur manipulated reality so that she
spent time in a rehab facility they ran. She's a member of the
Sisterhood and a true believer. It was supposed to be your in with
them, but now it's just one more thing to watch out for."
"Should I be concerned, sir?" Emily asked.
"Not yet. Without Agent Silver's memories to balance her new
beliefs, she'll definitely be a hindrance. Just be cautious and
remember in her current state of mind she's more likely to trust the
Sisterhood than you."
"If you say so, sir."
"Emily," Stephens said, "just stick with the plan and everything
will be fine. And stop calling me sir. It's starting to freak me out a
little."
Emily heard the line go dead. She smiled to herself. "Yes,
sir," she said.
She tossed the phone on top of her purse, walked back over to the
couch, and finally collapsed. She bent over and pulled the stiletto
heeled cowboy boots off and tossed them across the room. The Robert
part of her mind marveling at how she'd managed to walk all over the
arena with them on and not fall down ever other step.
Guess it's just the marvel of reality manipulation, she thought
as she curled up again. She looked down at her fingernails and smiled
at the pink nail polish. Wonder what they'd look like in purple, she
thought as she closed her eyes and fell asleep. As she slipped into a
doze, she felt a loose strand of hair tickling her ear. Her left hand
sleepily lifted to brush it away, the fingernails now painted purple. A
few seconds later and Emily had gone from a doze to a deep sleep. It
really had been a long day after all.
Chapter Three
Callie sat at the back of the stadium. She could feel the excitement
filling the crowd and yearned to be a part of it, to just give in to
that desire to forget everything and just be a kid. She wanted to choke
that part of herself. Instead, she forced a stoic expression upon her
face and looked over at her companion. The other woman smiled at
Callie. It was a firm but gentle expression and Callie couldn't help
but marvel at her composure.
A ripple of applause drifting back to their seats from the front of the
arena brought Callie's attention back to the stage. The house lights
had started to go out. This is it, Callie thought to herself. She
pulled out a pair of binoculars and focused them in on center stage.
Suddenly, a voice boomed through the stadium.
"Ladies and gentleman, presenting the queen of the teen scene, Anna
Santanna herself, the one, the only....EMILY LOCKHART!!!!!" it screamed.
Callie didn't notice as her hands tightened slightly around the
binoculars. She watched as the lights slowly came on illuminating a
young woman as she seemingly floated up from inside the stage. It was
Emily all right. She was in her Anna Santanna costume, a long, wavy
black wig and make up to give her a faint Hispanic appearance. Callie
knew that Emily was originally from Maine and was of Dutch Irish
descent, so she always found it amusing that her pop star 'cover' was a
Latina. That was the last clear thought Callie remembered until the end
of the concert.
Emily immediately launched into her hit single, 'The Best of Two
Worlds', and by halfway through, Callie had given in to her urges. The
binoculars slipped from her hands and thudded softly against her flat
chest as the eight year old girl stood up and started dancing to the
song. Her companion merely watched, her face still firm but showing
signs of bemused interest as her young friend danced and sang along with
every song Emily belted out.
When the show was finally over, the two of them stayed calmly in their
seats while the rest of the people around them started to get up and
leave. Within a few minutes their entire section had virtually emptied.
When it was quiet enough that they could talk without shouting, the
older woman turned to Callie.
"So....what did you think?"
The smile that lit Callie's face was electric. "Omigosh, Mom,
itwassofreakingincredibleIcan'tbelieveIgottoseeEmilyLockhartinpersoncanw
eusethepassescanwecanwe!!!!!!" Callie said.
The other woman shook her head. "I can't believe you got through that
without taking a breath. Perhaps it's time we restored you."
She reached out to Callie, stopping just short of touching her face.
The air around the girl seemed to ripple and Callie blurred away as if
she were a reflection in a pond distorted by a rock skipping across the
surface. As the ripples cleared, the eight year old girl was no longer
there. In her place sat a beautiful, blonde woman in her mid-thirties,
her face bearing the same firm but gentle expression as her companion.
Yet, if anyone were to look closely, it was obvious that this new woman
was either a very close relative of the young girl, if not an older
version of her. Unfortunately, even the couple that had been sitting in
the seats in front of Callie and her companion, who had managed to turn
around and witness the entire transformation, behaved as if nothing had
even happened.
A pained expression flashed across Callie's companion's face. She fell
back into her seat and looked back over at her new companion. "Well?"
"Laura, couldn't this have waited until we returned to the compound?"
"I'm fine, Callie," Laura said. "Now, just tell me. What did you
think?"
Callie sighed and took a minute to reorganize her memories. It was
always hard after a transformation to re-examine her memories without
falling back into the mindset she'd had when they were made. "I think
this Emily Lockhart is a master stage performer. You'd only made me a
casual fan at best but I was almost immediately drawn in to the show."
Laura put her hands to her temples and massaged. "I agree, but how much
of it was her and how much was the special effects?"
Callie looked back at the stage where roadies were now clearing
equipment away. A young woman, older than Emily but obviously related
to her was hanging off to the side, in the wings just barely visible.
Callie smiled. "Does it really matter? We can make her into whatever
we want," she said, motioning to the stage.
Stacey stood just off stage. She was trying to find David, hoping he
had scored a fresh stash. She was going freaking insane stuck out in
the middle of nowhere. She fingered a bracelet. It was very strange.
A few minutes before the concert had started she'd found herself holding
it. She had the strangest feeling that she was supposed to have it, but
she couldn't remember where she'd gotten it.
"Hello, sister," a voice said, practically in Stacey's ear. She stuffed
the bracelet into her jeans pocket and whirled around. Two women stood
a few feet away.
"Do I know you?" she asked.
"It is Stacey, right? Stacey Lockhart?" the older of the two women
asked. "We are from the Sisterhood of the Arts. I was under the
impression you attended one of our facilities for a brief period."
Stacey smiled. "You remembered me?"
"Of course! We never forget a fellow sister. I am Callie Timmons and
this is my friend Laura Enderton," the first woman said.
Stacey's face paled as she looked over at the other woman, who still had
yet to speak. "You're the Laura Enderton? You founded the Sisterhood!
What on earth are you doing here?"
"We came to discuss your visit to the Sisterhood compound tomorrow,"
Callie said.
"Oh, you mean the one and only Emily Lockhart's big photo op at her
sister's rehab facility," Stacey said. "You guys are pathetic." Stacey
turned to walk away in disgust.
"Did we say anything about...Emily Lockhart?" Laura said, speaking
finally.
There was such a sneer in her voice that Stacey stopped in her tracks.
After a second she slowly turned to face the two women again. "I...I
don't get what you mean," she said. "Emily has a photo op with you guys
tomorrow. Why are you talking to me?"
"We're looking for a spokesperson, Stacey," Laura said. "We're looking
for someone who can speak to the youth of this country, to girls and
young women the world over and show them something better in life. We
think that person has to have lived through more than just getting
everything handed to her on a silver platter."
Stacey looked from Callie to Laura. "You're saying you want me? Me?"
Callie nodded. "You're the one with the story to tell, Stacey.
Besides, you're a sister. We look out for each other."
"We're having a seminar tomorrow. We've scheduled you and your sister
to attend. We know that all Emily will care about is how much press she
gets so she'll be right up for it. The question is, can we count on
you?"
"What? Of course!" Stacey felt almost giddy. For the first time in a
long time someone was seeing her as something other than Emily
Lockhart's big sister.
Laura smiled. "Maybe, with a little magic, you'll be even bigger than
your sister." Stacey smiled as she watched the two women walk away.
Callie and Laura walked a short distance away and stepped into the
shadows. With a slight wave of her hand, Laura slipped them just
slightly out of phase with reality. They watched as Emily came up to
her sister and the two girls started talking.
"You're sure it's Emily we really want?" Callie asked.
"She's the key to everything," Laura said. She watched as the two
sisters began to argue. "She will lead us to the White Room."
"But how?"
Laura smiled. "I don't know. The book has promised it would happen,
though. We just have to deepen the wedge between these two sisters,
bring them to the breaking point. Only once Emily has lost everything
will she be ready to accept our message. Then, once we have the White
Room all to ourselves, the world will belong to the Sisterhood of
Athena."
Laura waved her wand through the air once more and winced. The air
rippled around them and she and Callie faded into the darkness
completely.
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