Hey kids, new story. This is based off a role play my boyfriend and I did once and I like where it's going. I'm still working on In His Shadows and Obsessive Warmth, but I'm just taking a break from those to try and cure my writers' block. Please tell me what you think of this.

Part 1— Bianca

The Cyclops Organization’s Retaliation of the Psychic Sabbat Embassy (just fondly known as CORPSE) was a mess, as Bianca saw it. It was a government organization that had only recently taken its hold on America and was going over seas to the rest of the world in only a couple months, now that the Psychic Sabbat Embassy was moving it’s way around the world as well. It was originally a simple group of weirdoes that claimed they could do physical tasks with their mind. No one heeded them much and about as soon as they came along in the newspapers, they disappeared. Only a couple days later and no one remembered who the group was or what it was about, and no one cared to remember either. Once the PSE began wreaking havoc about America with its possessions and mass homicide the CORPSE turned into a household name. Teenagers and adults joined from around America with the organization, fighting to do away with the PSE. It had shattered their once peaceful and simple life and, in that day and era, peaceful and simple were the things to be.

Bianca tried so hard to always be simple and peaceful. She found herself to be as plain as they got. There was nothing special about her, and that’s how she first saw herself the day she signed up for the COPRSE with Everand. She was simple, if not a tad nerdy. Bianca was as pale as they came. And what with her large, thick circular glasses that magnified her dark hazel eyes slightly and her unkempt black hair, which was often pulled into a hazardous bun, she was the fitting image of a nervous mess. Her baggy clothes gave away nothing to please, especially in such cold weather. The black sweater was bulky on her and the large, red flannel jacket covered up any existing curves, along with the baggy jeans. Her boot were old and of little use to her now that they had holes along the bottom that let water in to soak her feet. Bianca was dull, but very creative when she needed to be. She worked at the local library for minimum wage and in her free time was working on publishing a book. She had not long ago decided she wanted to marry her boyfriend and move into a secluded part of the town where it could be him and her and her writings. In general though, Bianca Ariana was plain.

Everand was not. Everand Fairfax was eye candy and he knew it and used it. His skin was heavily tanned from all his outside work as a lifeguard, the golden skin bringing out his thick blond hair and fair blue eyes. His body was well crafted and looked nice in his labeled sweater and coat, the tight pants hugging his long legs and tucking into fine leather boots. He was muscular and well suited for running and fighting. Everand had good work ethic, but he enjoyed flaunting his money when he could get the chance. His mother was wealthy, but not filthily so, and provided him a fair allowance for his fair share of outside work. He wasn’t one much for public display of affection and he had a good idea of what he wanted for his future. Everand wanted to work in the Intelligence sector of the CORPSE, and that’s why he was signing up for it that cold October morning with his ragtag girlfriend.

Bianca was staring quietly at the requirements pamphlet as she waited for her forms to finish printing. Everand was done, waiting calmly for her in a sitting area not far off. It was such a simplistic looking building. It smelt of rain and Bianca knew there was a leak somewhere in the pristine white room. She could hear the dripping of water into a pail. The beginning requirements looked so simplistic, so easy. She had to be in good health for the tests that would last up to one week. After that she’d be sent off to basic, if she showed any signs whatsoever of psychic activity. Basic lasted a month to get her into physical condition for this silly little war that Everand wanted so bad to be apart of. Then Training Level 1 began, if she made it through Basic. Training Level 1 worked to get her psychic abilities to a certain level for fighting. You played around in infantry, fighting the PSE. If you did good enough and your levels of psychic abilities proved worthy, you might move up. Might move up. Everand wanted to move up. Bianca just wanted to marry Everand.

She sighed gently, making sure Everand didn’t notice she had no desire to be here. All Bianca wanted was to get married and live a simple life, maybe somewhere far away from this dumb war, and write. It couldn’t possibly be that much to ask for. But Everand wanted this so bad. His father had joined up with the CORPSE and had been slaughtered his first fight. Everand needed to join and become something. Bianca needed to stay with Everand, the only guy she’d ever met that found her worthwhile. He made her feel beautiful and charming. He flowered her with his affection and praised her for anything positive he could find about her. He said he loved how sensible she was.

“Miss.” The voice was clipped with dislike. Bianca looked up quickly, staring at the secretary before her. She was a snot-nosed looking thing, with her blond hair all up in a tight bun her and eyes narrowed and her lip curled with distaste. She looked as if she’d smelt something horrible, and Bianca just so happened to be that something. Bianca blushed gently and grabbed the forms that were shoved to her. “Fill these out and bring them back as soon as you’re done, don’t take all day.” Bianca held back a snide remark, nodding instead. She eased her way past a few impatient people still waiting in line and went over to sit down next to Everand in the waiting room. He flashed her a signature smile of his, charming and devil-should-care-ish, wrapping his strong arm about her.

“Excited?” he beamed.

“You know it.”

He was watching the rainfall through one of the windows as she answered the basic questions. Date of birth, gender, occupation, blah blah blah. But she noticed his attention was captured when the questions began to pry deeper. Why was she joining the CORPSE? Well, she wanted to stay with Everand. That certainly wasn’t a good answer and they wouldn’t accept her like that. Everand had a good purpose; he wanted to avenge his father. He wanted to become something mighty and be remembered for all eternity in some hall of fame. He wanted to die saving the world. What could possibly be more heroic than that? Bianca bit down on the pen in her grasp, realized how filthy it probably was, and then pulled it out of her mouth to tap it on the papers. After a long moment she wrote ‘to do my county honor’, feeling safe enough with that answer.

They only got harder and as she began to ease along an hour, when Everand had finished his in only twenty minutes, she began to feel guilty and nervous. Everand had nodded off in his chair, his head tilted back against the wall and the dim lighting not doing too well on his features. The lady in the office was giving her filthy impatient looks. Heaving a sigh Bianca began to mindlessly work on the papers again, relieved to see she had only a few questions left. Another half hour passed, slow and tedious, before Bianca got up and returned the papers. The woman snatched them away and placed them in a file, shooting her a vicious glare. Bianca cringed and went over to Everand, nudging him gently. He woke with a start, sitting up straight and looking somewhat panicked for a brief moment. He just as quickly relaxed, giving her a darling smile. They locked arms and left the damp office.

Winters are cold, so very cold. Bianca didn’t mind the cold in the least but they only seemed to be getting worse this far down south. It had started snowing only a week ago, and by now the ground was full of slush. It was slippery and muddy, but it was starting to snow ago, the flakes big and heavy, and Bianca was soothed to know that there’d soon be a nice coat on the ground before dark. Everand was staring up at the sky, his deep blue eyes lost in thought. Bianca knew better than to disturb it, so she contented herself to staring at the ground.

Ever since the PSE started up it began getting colder, the northern states were going through their own little ice age. They first started up in Oregon, near Hollow Pass deep in the woods. Or so it was said. It had seemed like a silly occult sort of thing, they lit fires and declared their hatred for some things and then they went out and got drunk. But when people started acting strange was when the CORPSE had started up. Not long after they went out of the papers the PSE made a harsh attack and raided the minds of most residents of Hollow Pass. They took residence in their heads and wreaked havoc about all the neighboring towns, slaughtering to and fro. Once they receded from their slaves’ minds the townsfolk went mad and killed themselves or just sat in a state of insane shock. The PSE began to move east, and the CORPSE once more took control of the media.

The PSE had now attacked most of western America and had completely wiped out the South Western states. They were moving quickly while heading overseas with their followers and their slaves.

“What do you think it’s like to have your mind raped?” Everand spoke lightly, as if this was their regular kind conversation. Bianca stopped rapidly in shock and ended up slipping in some slush, falling back on her rear. Everand blinked lightly, looking down at her dumbly. He seemed rather slow today. She stared up at him, not the least bit aware how much her rear hurt now, or how wet it was getting. There was a lengthy silence, and she didn’t know what she expected. Maybe she was hoping for him to apologize for such a strange topic, help her up, and have them go on their way. This really wasn’t a subject to be taken lightly. She realized after maybe a minute her earlier hopes probably weren’t about to happen.

“W-well, Ever,” she used his nickname hesitantly, she loved to call him by it and he used to love it too, until his father died. After that he insisted she use his full name. “I suppose it hurts, but I can’t really say. B-but I promise if I ever find out you’ll be the first to know.” He tilted his head to the side somewhat, and then held out his hand to help her up. She took it gratefully as he helped her to her feet, her rear feeling numb, along with her hands, though she noticed they’d begun to sweat.

“Do you think they…” his sentence trailed away lightly, his eyes hazing over somewhat.

Bianca frowned, watching him as they started on their walk again. The PSE was known for probing the minds of infantry in hopes of divulging some plans of the CORPSE. Originally the CORPSE hadn’t been much of an adversary, but soon psychics all over America began to appear, and even quite a large few from overseas. The CORPSE quickly built up a worthy army, and it really was a mess. The PSE took to ‘raping minds’ after their first real loss. It was said to be very painful, and no one lived long afterwards, usually prone to killing him or herself.

“I don’t know Ever,” she took his hand soothingly and began to gently stroke the palm. She gazed up at him, enjoying the sight of the cold afternoon sun on his strong face. His jaw was clenched and he glanced at her after a short moment.

“I want to join. I want to kill those bastards, so bad.” He seemed to lose all strength at that and Bianca tried to catch him, but failed. They fell to the frigid ground together; the recent fallen snow felt terribly heavy on Bianca’s shoulders. Everand curled against her, wrapping his arms about her like a child might. “It’s not fair!” Bianca didn’t know what to do, so helplessly she began to stroke his back. She murmured how things would be all right, and promised him he would be able to fight and to kill. She also assured him she’d always be there for him, that he mattered the world to her. It didn’t help him much, and Bianca placed this on his mood.

Helping him up, feeling numb from being wet and cold, she struggled him back home. It was a long and slippery battle, and Everand just wasn’t much help. He continued to rest his full weight on her, whimpering like a boy lost in the dark. Bianca had to admit she was more than relieved when they came upon his grand house. She helped inside and him into his bed, and then wandered out into the afternoon, staring back at his front door as she closed it. She reflect lightly on of two of their old friends from high school, who planned to get married soon once they were all through with their schooling. Bianca and Everand had already been out for one year, and there hadn’t been much mention of wedding bells or their home off in the woods somewhere. Bianca figured it was probably because he was nervous about the war. She was too. She really didn’t want to pester Everand over it; he had enough on his mind as it was.

Bianca heaved a sigh, and then turned from the door to plod her way home, kicking up some snow now and then. Soon, she figured. The stupid war would be over and they could get married. The idea brought a smile to her mind, and all the way home she contemplated over the next story she might write.