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Hope’s Savior ( John Seed x OC ) | Part 22

Summary: Trinity-Hope Johnson finds herself in the middle of a holy war, leading the Resistance, while having a complicated relationship with one of the cult’s herald. And she thought her first case would be easy. Oh how wrong she was!

Pairings: John Seed/Fem!Deputy, John Seed/OC, Earl Whitehorse & OC ( uncle&niece ), Joseph Seed/Fem!Deputy ( kind of ), might add more later

Warnings: mild language, violence, eventually smut, masturbation, oral sex, you know guys the usual, use of drugs ( bliss and other, thanks to Sharky ), fluff ( does that even need a warning? ), manipulation, angst, mention of mental illness ( insomnia, depression ), mention of child abuse ( from John’s side ), torture, I think that’s it? I swear it’s not so bad!

Word Counter: 9319

Notes: ANGST, the whole chapter is an angsty motherfecker, and I’m not sorry, now let me cry in peace, thank you. I listened to this music while writing the chapter, you guys could give it a listen

Parts Masterpost | Part 23 ( coming soon )

Hope manages to run to Nolan’s Fly Shop, following the river. Her feet hurts, due to not wearing any shoes, she shakes from fear, confusion and the cold. It’s the start of December, the roads and the grass is covered with rime, making her legs wet and cold. She’s still unsure on her feet, but she keeps moving.

Hope notices Chosen in the air, searching the area, probably for her. But she doesn’t care, she moves forward, trying to stay hidden as she nears the Fly Shop. It’s already liberated, she did that a while back and now she’s glad it’s free from the cult. She needs help, she needs to radio the others.

As she stumbles toward the place some resistance members notice her, and for her surprise they start shooting. They’re terrible shots, all missing her, but she doesn’t take her luck as she shouts to them:

“I’m the Deputy!”

Hope realizes the confusion must be because of her clothes. Still wearing the peggie sweater, the cultist symbol making her seem like she’s one of them.

They stop, looking at her carefully from a distance, when a familiar voice shouts toward her, a figure coming her way, waving with a big smile:

“Honey, I can’t believe it’s you!” Addie comes closer to the young woman, embracing her in a big hug, a wince coming from the deputy in return as the older woman touched her wound on her side.

The gun for hire lets go of her, a big smile on her face and she looks at Hope, grabbing her arm and leading her toward the shop.

“You must be freezing like this, come on in.” As they walk toward the building Addie scoffs to the other resistance members. “You ain’t gonna be the employees of the month, trying to shoot your own boss.”

Hope welcomes the warmth of the shop, the sickening smell of fast food and sweat, her stomach grumbling in dislike, but she’s safe and sound and that’s the only thing that matters.

Addie sits her down in a chair and makes her way to a room, looking for clothes for the young woman. Her voice is happy and energetic as she speaks to the junior deputy through the rooms.

“Where were you, honey? We looked for you everywhere. When you took of in my dear Tulip, I thought you and John wanted to get a little, you know. Private time. But then you didn’t return and I found my chopper at that stupid sign in the Valley.”

The elder woman returns with new clothes and shoes to the room, setting them down on the counter where Hope sits, looking at her.

“What happened?”

Hope looks at Addie, still being in shock from all the events that happened during the day. Where should she start? Hope starts dressing in silence at first, Adelaide being patient with her and when the young woman is fully dressed, shoes on her cold feet she raises an eyebrow at the Deputy.

“Will you let me on everything, honey?”

Hope takes a deep breath as she starts talking. At first she wants to skip the part where her and John had sex, but decides what’s the point anymore. Addie is not one to judge. So she tells her about the sex, the fight after, the stranger and the fire, being at the Jessop Conservatory and Joseph.

Adelaide keeps quiet for it all, her face being the only reaction to everything from shocked to amused then sad and pity. After Hope finishes with Joseph thinking she’s his Eve or something she exhales, taking a break. Addie whistles, raising an eyebrow.

“Wow... And here I thought you finally took a vacation.” She chuckles along with Hope.

There’s a moment of silence and the last thing that eats the young woman up burst out from her.

“I’m pregnant.”

It’s a quiet sentence, due to the fact that outside are some resistance members and she doesn’t want to share this information with everyone. Addie hears it though and frowns at her.

“Are you sure honey? It was like what... a week since you two had sex.”

The woman tries to reason than sees the look on Hope’s face and starts laughing:

“I’m sorry...” She makes out a few words between her laughs. “I know this is important and serious...”

She starts crying while laughing and even in this confusing situation Hope can’t help but smile at her reaction.

“What?” The young woman asks, and Addie laughs even more, then speaks, wiping her tears of joy away.

“I should have known. That wasn’t the first time you two were involved, was it?”

Hope shakes her head, earning a smirk from Addie, the woman ready to hear everything she has to offer to her.

“Okay... So when was the first time? Before or after you let him live?”

“After. When I went missing for a month, it happened after that.” She says with a sigh, Addie being the first person - well not including Jacob and the stranger there - to know about them.

The woman whistles, thinking with a smile.

“So about a month ago?”

Hope nods, thinking about the events that happened then. How good it felt to just give herself to John, to give her innocence to the man. Also feeling stupid that they didn’t think about the consequences. All the awkward moments spent with Earl, when she had her first period, having the talk with him, saying that she’s not stupid, she knows that people need to be careful.

And now here she is, pregnant because she was stupid at the moment. She wants to be angry at John, for not being careful enough, but how could she be angry at him, when she didn’t think it through either at that moment.

She still can’t get used to that idea. Pregnant. She’s pregnant. There’s a life, forming inside of her. A life that John and her created. Her heart aches for the man as well. She left him there, and even though he wanted to stay, she feels like it was her that betrayed him.

“Well, honey. Congratulations, I guess.” Addie chuckles and gaines a tired look from Hope, so she stops, giving a comforting squeeze to the young woman’s shoulders. “Look, it’s done, there’s nothing you can do honey.”

Hope nods, shaking her head, trying to pull herself together. She has to, nothing’s changed for the better. The war won’t stop just because she’s carrying one of the Seed’s child. There are plenty of pregnant women out there, one more won’t change anything.

“Yeah... Yeah, you’re right.”

She grabs a radio, claiming it as hers from now on and sets it on Earl’s station, but before she could do anything to start a call Addie asks with a mischievous smile.

“So, was he any good?”

Hope gets flushed in the cheeks as she looks at the woman with wide eyes, a nervous laughter leaving her.

“Wha-why would you ask that?”

Addie shrugs, still smiling at the young woman.

“Well, I was always wondering. And we’re girls, we’re supposed to have a girl talk about guy’s dicks.”

Hope cover her face with her hands, laughing.

“I’m not going to discuss John’s dick.”

But the elder woman doesn’t listen as she talks, more to herself than to Hope, thinking out loud.

“Bet he could do wonders with his fingers and tongue... I mean you slept with him more than once, there has to be a reason for that. And that weird obsession of his with tying people down. Did he use any toys on you?”

Hope gets up, raising her hands to stop her as she goes to exit the building.

“I’m going to call my uncle, so stay here. And don’t mention this topic anymore, please.” She gigles, leaving the building with a smile on her face. It’s nice to be back with the others. Even just to talk about normal things.

Talking about sex is normal, hearing about God and that she was destined to be with a cult leader is not normal.

Hope walks past the resistance members, radio in hand as she approaches the place behind the building. She doesn’t know if she wants to share the big news with her uncle or if she’ll just burst it out, but best be careful to not do it around other people.

The young woman pushes down the button, with a shy smile on her face.

“Hey, old man? You there?”

The sheriff picks up his radio as quickly as he can, an answer coming almost immediately.

“Trinity? Is that you?”

She smiles and giggles softly.

“Yeah. Missed me?”

There’s a scoff sound and a scolding answer, though she can hear the smile in his voice.

“You were gone again, what do you think? Where are you?”

Hope closes her eyes, glad she can hear his voice again. She missed talking to the man. Before the cult they talked every day, but now they’ve been apart for so long it hurts her.

“I’m sorry. I’m at Nolan’s Fly Shop right now. I-- umf!”

Her voice is cut of by pain in her neck. She opens her eyes, her vision blurry and she slowly reaches up for her neck, the Bliss already drugging her mind.

“No, no, no! ADDIE!” She shouts as she turns to the building, clapping her radio on her belt as she tries to move, but her legs give in, falling to the ground with a following thump sound.

Her mind panics as she hears the familiar giggle, but she tries to stay awake, stay clear. The fear of going back to Joseph making her scared. Green smoke covers her sight, Faith’s voice echoing in her head:

“Welcome to the Bliss.”

Hope’s vision starts to come back, but before she can see the Bliss field, the trees and butterflies surrounding her, she hears Faith’s voice. The scenery is a bit different. The background Bliss isn’t white-green and bright. It’s got a darker color to it, something that scares her.

“I don’t understand...” Faith’s mocking, angry even, her voice coming to a higher pitch as she speaks.

Hope watches a butterfly in front of her flying away, but is soon welcomed with Faith. She’s not like before: not tender, gentle and innocent. She seems like a siren, a mermaid finally losing her mask and getting ready to drown her prey. Hope being the prey.

“Did you think you could just continue to do what you wanted without consequences? The Father gave you another chance and you cast it aside, again. And he thinks it’s my fault, that I didn’t keep you safe enough.”

She stands before her, face changing as she speaks fast, too fast for Hope’s drugged mind.

“I’ve been reasonable. I’ve been fair.” Her fave shifts as she shoves Hope back with so much fierce, the junior deputy is surprised by her power and anger. “But you are just so selfish!”

Like in an insane movie, the Faith before her looks at her, while another turns her around, to look at her. She speaks through her teeth, face angry.

“You forced someone to leave, that didn’t want to go!” Hope blinks, not knowing who she means at first. She gets her answer when Faith grabs her and with unnatural speed they fly through the field toward a desk, Virgil and the Marshall sitting at it, playing cards. Both not knowing of the presence of the two women.

Fake Seed’s voice becomes more tender, but mocking, taunting the young woman with her words.

“All so you could be what? A hero?”

Hope blinks at her, trying to speak but only Faith turns to the table as she continues to speak.

“Do you know what hubris is?” She brushes Burke’s back as she walks by, the Marshall reacting by holding to his chest. Like he feels her presence, but he doesn’t look at her or move. Virgil on the other hand has zero reactions, he continues to look at the cards in his hands.

“Arrogance before the gods.” Faith sits on top of the table, Burke turning his head towards her just a bit. Hope slowly approaches the desk, looking at Faith with caution.

“The Greeks saw it as a dangerous form of pride that envoked the goddess Nemesis, who would seek retribution.”

Virgil’s sudden voice Hope winces in her place, looking at the man talking to her coworker, still not acknowledging the presence of the two.

“I win this hand, you have to wear a button.” He picks up a button from the metal box next to him, showing it to Burke. Faith walks back to behind the marshall, looking at the scene as well. “Whaddya say?”

Burke chuckles lightly, his voice still clouded and Hope feels pity for the man. Poor bastard is still under the influence of the Siren bitch. So called bitch is caressing the man’s arm, as he puts down his cards on the desk with an exhale.

“Straight flush.”

He puts both his hands on the table as Faith turns to Hope, her face cold and mocking.

“If violence is the only language you choose to speak, I’ll speak your language.”

She places her hand on top of the Marshall’s guiding it to slide down from the table, the man following her lead like a puppet., placing it on top of his holster. Hope’s eyes widen in fear.

“...and when their blood is on your hands...”

Burke repeating the words, making Virgil look at him confused.

“...and when their blood is on your hands...”

He stands up slowly from the chair, Faith not letting go of him.

“...we’ll see how heroic you feel.”

Burke repeats, pointing his gun at Virgil.

“...we’ll see how heroic you feel.”

Virgil stands from the desk, confused and afraid.

“What are you doing?!”

“NO!” Hope shouts, but can’t stop Burke from shooting Virgil in the chest, the man falling to the dossier cabinets behind him, coating the metal with his blood as he falls to the ground.

The young woman starts to tear up, approaching the man, but there’s nothing she can do as she watches him bleed on the ground. Faith speaks and Hope looks at her, bewildered.

“I’m sorry to have to do this.”

She looks up to meet the marshall pointing a gun at her, repeating the words of Faith.

“I’m sorry to have to do this.”

Her voice is so fake, it makes anger burst through her veins, the Bliss swirling around her mind, trying to keep her sedated, but Hope feels finally coming back to her senses.

“I wanted there to be another way.”

Faith shoves Burke around, who walks toward the monitoring devices, while the young woman looks at Hope, her face nothing but a mirror of anger, her next words almost a spit.

“But you made your choice.”

“But you made your choice.” Burke repeats again. Hope wants to slap Fake Seed, but looks at the Marshall in fear as he presses buttons on the monitoring desk, fear filling her. She can see on the monitor that the gates to the prison opens, a feared shout from Tracey coming from somewhere.

“Who opened the doors?”

Another shout.

“The fucking gate’s open!” Burke shoots the devices, not letting a chance to close the gate back again.

Another resistance member screams, as

“Oh, shit! They’re inside! Save the kids!”

Burke turns around to face Hope, his voice sad and scared, but also drugged by Faith’s influence.

“I told you I didn’t want to leave.” He raises the gun under his chin and Hope walks toward him, trying to stop him, but he shoots, blood pouring out of the back of his head, dropping dead on the ground.

She wakes up right after that, crickets filling the night sound. She doesn’t even open her eyes yet, when her radio crackles to life, Earl shouting with panic:

“The peggies have the control room! Rook! Anyone! We’re under att-- No! Hold ‘em back!”

Hope opens her eyesa and turns around from the Bliss field. She hears sirens coming from the Jail and watches explosions at the building. She gets from the ground, panicked as she thinks about all the kids and pregnant women in the building. And Earl, her only family being in danger with all the others. She doesn’t have any weapons, but she runs toward the building, her mind still clouded by the Bliss a bit.

Her heart skips a beat, not caring of the fact how Tracey - who have been imprisoned there - can speak through the radio.

“They grabbed the Sheriff! Fuck! Earl’s been taken! Rook! Where the fuck are you?!”

Hope exhales heavily from the running, eyes burning from her upcoming tears. Tears of sadness and anger. Worry for her only living family member. As she nears the building she spots the snipers on the roof in time, covering behind security gate building in front of the Jail.

Now what? She has no weapons, nothing. Bullets fly by the monument she’s behind and she watches Angels run past her on the road, thankfully not recognizing her. She doesn’t think she could pull up a fight with them, not without any weapons. The wound on her side hurts, but she doesn’t care about that right now.

There’s a moment when she thinks she’ll make a run for it, even if it means being shot down at first sight. But when she shuffles to move a gun barrel is against her head from behind, a voice speaking to her:

“Turn around. Slowly.” She does as she’s told, hands raised in the air a bit, when she recognizes the man. Thomas Enderby, the guy from the Conservatory. Father of two children from the Jail if she’s correct. She even met one of them, Eve about two months ago.

“You’re coming with me to the Father.” The man says, but Hope looks at her angrily.

“Your children are in the building you’re attacking right now.” She spits at him, not sure if that will change anything. Maybe he knows already, and just doesn’t give a single fuck about his real family. But his face changes as he blinks at her, lowering his gun.

“How would you know that? Why would they be inside?”

“Because all of the Resistance’s children are there. Pregnant women as well, innocent people you are killing off!” She pokes at the barrel of his gun, showing it away, so she can shove the man in the chest. “Your daughter and son as well.”

There’s a moment where he looks at her, trying to figure out if she’s telling the truth and to her relief he gives his rifle to her. She’s surprised it actually worked, and this easily as well.

“Show the way. If you’re lying, I’m killing you myself.”

Hope doubts that now that she has a weapon, but doesn’t care as she turns around and from the cover she shoots all the snipers down from the roof. Jacob’s annoying praise echoing in her head with every kill. Good. Excellent.

Thomas gets a pistol out from his holster, following the Deputy toward the Jail. Tracey’s voice crackles through her radio again, and for all that Hope cares she forgives for her treason.

“I hope you’re close Rook! Fuckin’ peggies are inside the prison!” Gunshots can be heard through the radio and Hope doesn’t want to think that the cultists are maybe killing of the innocent children inside. “They’ve blocked the entries. There’s a vent on the roof. Find a way up and come through the vent, HURRY!”

She fastens her running while Thomas shoots down the coming Angels. Faith’s voice echoes in her head, still taunting her.

“Look at you rushing to help. Don’t worry... Your friends will be safe with me.”

“Fuck you, you fucking bitch!” Hope says, knocking out an Angel coming her way out of frustration.

After the clearing the yard with the help of the man, who she doesn’t trust in still, especially because it’s his fault as well that the prison has been attacked. But she sets that bitter thing aside until she makes sure everyone is safe and sound inside.

She climbs the ladder up to the roof, when she spots Faith, Thomas following after her, bumping into the woman’s back, not knowing why they stopped. Hope looks at Faith with anger as she keeps mocking her:

“Aww... Still trying to be the hero... It’s too late, you know. You should have listened when you had the chance.”

Hope raises her fist and hits the Fake Seed in the head, only for her to disappear into a green cloud and Hope hitting her fist into the building with a painful cry.

“Fucking... Tinkerbell... bitch!” She spits, holding her hand in the other, fighting down the pain, when a hand touches her shoulder wich she shakes off with anger.

“She’s not here, you know... We have to move.” Thomas says, like he knows who she saw. Of course he knows, he’s VIP he must have seen all people hallucinating or whatever with Faith. Hope’s not sure anymore that the Bliss is a hallucination. How could it be, when it showed her real things? Virgil and the Marshal inside? The collapse, her nightmare... NO! STOP IT!

She shakes the thoughts out of her head, only concentrating of the situation at hand. Hope crawls inside the vent, her side hurting with every move. She’s sure her stitches came loose, but she doesn’t care about that. She has to save the people inside. Then find Earl and end Faith once and for all.

She ends up on the highest level of the Jail, where the Resistance put a couch, where she herself was chilling on after getting Burke back. Now a peggie is standing in front of it, looking down at the others below.

She sneaks behind him, snapping his neck and taking the body behind the cover. Hope looks down. There are peggies on each and every level. And below them at the cafeteria there are people tied up, children and women crying. She also notices the bodies around them, the building from the bombs taking damage, pieces of the jail killing innocent people. She watches a young boy crying next to one of those bodies, a little girl. Probalby dead by the looks of it, though from this distance she can’t tell who it is, she looks young. God, too young. The boy crying next to her body is fighting against one of the peggies who try to pull him away from the girl shouts:

“You fucking bastards, you killed her! You killed everyone!” He cries out and gets a hit from the gun’s hilt in the head so he falls back to the ground groaning.

Before Hope can count every peggie, taking a slow approach to her actions Thomas stands up from next of her, shouting and running back down, killing every peggie on his way. She has no time to stop him, while he cries and shouts:

“GET AWAY FROM MY SON!”

Hope follows behind, clearing the way of the peggies, while Thomas is already down there. There is confusion on the cultist’s face, the one who hit the boy, but shoots his own boss non the less, Thomas killing him with a single shot as well.

The junior deputy doesn’t stay to watch the scene, even though she didn’t like the man, didn’t trust him, she feels pity for him. She goes to cut the ropes on every single one of the captives. So many dead, and just a few alive. She tries to ignore the dead children on the ground. Pregnant women shot in the head as well. She can’t look at them now.

She hears the dying whimpers from Thomas, the boy, his son apparently crouching next to him. She checks on them, only a glimpse is enough to know, there’s nothing she can do to save him. Hope lets them have the moment, just a minute or so to have in peace between the two of them.

Hope notices Tracey through the gate, and Hope ignores the feeling of betrayal from before. That doesn’t matter now.

“Where is my uncle?” Hope asks, trying to open the door but can’t, it’s locked.

“Something happened with Virgil and the Marshal... then everything went nuts. They got the Sheriff, Rook! They got everyone! We’re in trouble, we’re gotta move! The gate’s locked, one of those fuckers out there has the key, hurry!”

Hope is relieved a bit, even if they’re with Faith, not everyone is dead. But that’s still not enough to make her forget this. She will kill Faith or God knows, she will die tonight!

“You’re trying so hard... It’s sad, knowing it’s all for nothing...” Faith mocks her in her head and Hope doesn’t give a single fuck about her words.

Hope searches for the key, looting the bodies around, then rushes back to Tracey, cutting her out of her ropes as well. There’s no time to say sorry, but Hope can see Tracey wants to say it, for her to forgive her.

“It doesn’t matter know. We have to move!”

The deputy says as they enter Virgil’s office, but Hope is sure what they will find. As the door opens Tracey stops, both looking at the dead Virgil.

“Oh no... no, no no!” Tracey cries as she gets to the floor, grabbing Virgil’s body into her lap. “Help me, put pressure on it!”

She says and Hope does so, but she can see he lost too much blood. He’s dead, but Tracey still tries, putting her finger where his pulse is supposed to be.

“Come on Virgil, come on!”

She waits and waits, until Hope puts a hand on her to comfort her.

“He’s gone.” She says, feeling sorry for the man. She liked him, and she knows he meant a lot to Tracey.

The woman looks in her eyes, teary and she starts sobbing, then crying.

“No...” Her body shakes and Hope can’t help but cry herself. For everyone, not just Virgil. Even Burke. She liked the man a lot, and now they are all dead, thanks to that... that bitch.

Tracey gets the bloodied cougar button off of Virgil’s vest and looks at it.

“This is what she does. Takes. Destroys.”

Tracey grabs Hope’s shirt and looks into her eyes.

“Find her. Kill her. Don’t let her get away with this.”

Hope nods slowly, her voice full with venom towards the Seed.

“I will.”

It’s enough of a promise as she stands up and walks out the door, grabbing all the weapons she can get her hands on. Faith is singing in her head, there’s a light coming from the door, and Hope knows if she exits she’ll be welcomed to the Bliss. She’s ready, so she does exits to the light.

“When this is all over, you’ll be all together in the Bliss.”

Hope wakes up in the Bliss field. It’s light there again, no ominous dark clouds. But the young woman knows, feels that this will be it. The changing point. She either dies tonight or she’ll kill the Siren herself.

Her head is filled with the Bliss, but she feels active, awake. Her body fast as normal, nothing is slowing her down.

She’s in front of the gates, the ones that she stopped Burke to go through. It opens as she approaches and Faith talks to her, her voice echoing from all places.

“Now you what we can do. Come to me and I’ll show you a world you never dreamed possible.”

Hope follows the path, not because of her false promises but because she wants to find her uncle, wants to find her and end it all.

There’s a clearing field ahead, a stone in the middle of it. She can hear Faith singing a song. The song, from Joseph.

“Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound.”

Hope follows a butterfly with her eyes, until she notices Faith. Her stomach drops at the sight of Earl, taking Faith’s hand and smiling at her as they approach.

“Earl...” She whispers, not sure what to do. She fears she might shoot Earl in the Bliss, that maybe this is a trick so she waits.

“That saved a wretch a like me.” They crouch down, grabbing a Bliss flower and singing together.

“I once was lost, but now am found, was blind but now I see...” Faith points towards for Earl to go and Hope moves finally, reaching for her uncle to stop him, but Faith comes in front of her, shoving her hand away, standing between the two as Earl sings and walks ahead.

“Your Sheriff kept you from walking the path. But now he understands it’s purpose.” She giggles, back being the fake cheerful girl. “And he’ll join our family in Eden.”

Hope looks past the woman, looking at Earl who is slowly disappearing in the distance. The young woman takes a step but is stopped again by Faith who tries to cover her view.

“And if you try to stop him...” She says, her voice being the ugly and cold one, which she covers with a giggle.

She disappears into a green smoke, so Hope tries to follow Earl but he’s already gone and she’s left alone in the circle clearing, with the stone in the middle. But not for long as Faith stands before her again.

“The Sheriff was a wall.”

She ascends into a ball of light, to appear in a new place again.

“A wall between you and the Father...”

Bullshit. Faith leaps into the air, just above the stone, hovering over it, arms open and invitating.

“Just like John...”

She can’t possibly know, can she? But she doesn’t ask questions, already reaching for her assault rifle. Even if Faith knows, it won’t matter anymore, not for long.

“A wall that kept you from seeing his truth.”

She shoots at the woman, not surprised that she vanishes into a cloud again, while Angel appear to attack her on the ground. She kills them, well shoots at them so they vanish. This is just like the trials. Just with Bliss, not the music box. She thinks, and could hear an echo of Jacob’s voice in her head, following every kill. Excellent. Not bad. Again. Kill, sacrifice.

“So I will knock down that wall...”

Faith says and Hope fears what that means for Earl. The Siren appears, throwing something at her that hurts so Hope tries to not get in the way, while she shoots the young woman.

“Your Sheriff is so close now.. So close to accepting the Word of the Father into his heart. And when he does... there’s no coming back from that.”

“YOU TRY TO HURT HIM, I’LL KILL YOU YOU CUNT!” Hope roars out, spitting her words while Faith only giggles at her.

In the circle Faith appears. More than once or twice. There’s a whole bunch of her, all speaking at once, her voice echoing in Hope’s head, so she shoots at everyone of them, trying to find the real one and kill that.

“The Garden is not for you...”

Hope finds her, shooting at her constantly, reloading again and again.

“The Father must be wrong about you, you’re not special, you’re not the chosen one...”

The junior deputy cries out of frustration as she reloads again. She doesn’t understand how she’s still alive. Hope emptied so many barrels into her, how could she be still alive?

“Feeling confused? Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon.”

Faith says as she throws her bliss things at Hope, the woman crying out from the pain, but still standing on her legs, with new injuries sure. But she won’t stop until either one of them is dead.

“Why do you keep fighting us? You know what’s coming. The Father showed you... He showed you, the Father knows it as well, we know you saw the end... The world is crashing to an end. It is diseased and corrupt. The Father is offering you a chance to let go... to stop worrying... to be free... be his...”

Hope shakes her head, trying to get away from the woman’s voice as a new circle surrounds her and so many Angels she’s sure she’ll die. Hope shoots, kick, hits does everything she can to fight off the brain dead cultists, while Faith giggles at her. Taunting her with words.

“You can’t do that... be good... manipulator... coward...”

Hope starts to hear a choir singing, not sure where the music comes from. A new version of Help me Faith and she feels the urge to sing along and stop fighthing. The other part of her can hear John’s voice: On the way to become an Angel... She remembers him telling her too much Bliss will corrupt her mind.

So she keeps fighting against the Angels, even if it seems impossible to win and now her mind says to stop fighting as well.

She tries a new technique, trying to focus her mind away from the Bliss music. Humming to herself the tunes she thought she would hate so much.

Only you can make this world seem right... She can almost hear the music in her head, imagining the feeling of the music coming to her ears, filling her veins with a rush of adrenalin, her mind coming to focus at last. Only you can make the darkness bright...

Hope raises her gun to Faith again, her vision turning a bit red. She can’t believe it’s actually working in some way. Only you and you alone can thrill me like you do...

“You strike, but you cannot destroy what He created!” Faith cries out as new Angels appear, but Hope doesn’t see any problem with fighting them down anymore. And fill my heart with love for only you.

“You don’t know what he’ll do.”

Don’t know and don’t care. She thinks as she keeps humming the song in her head. Only you can make this change in me.

“Live by the sword and you’ll die by the sword.”

Faith tries to strike her down with her bliss powers, but Hope quickly dodges those attacks, shooting at the woman while she’s distracted. It seems like she starts to bruise, Hope’s not sure as her vision is blurry with Bliss and red, both effects fighting for dominance.

“Don’t you see what you’re doing?”

For it's true, you are my destiny. She shoots, then dodges, then shoots, then dodges.

“You cannot cross the Father!”

Faith disappears as another set of bullets hit her, her cloud becoming red.

“It’s not my fault... None of this was my fault! You think I wanted this? He plied me with drugs... He threatened me... I was seventeen! I was just a child!”

Hope stops humming the song at that, anger fueling her. She laughs, mocks the Siren. What would the ‘Father’ say if he heared this?

“There were children at the Jail as well!” She shouts angrily, wasting a couple of bullets into thin air, being impatient while Faith is in hiding.

A couple of bliss things fly her way which she barely dodges, then she shoots at Faith again, feeling that the fighting is coming to an end now.

“You will never know what I know!” The young woman cries out, but there are no words that will work on Hope, not anymore.

Hope shoots again, and it’s a final shot, a scream coming from the Siren as the scenery changes.

“NO!”

They’re at the riverbend, Fairh standing in front of her. Hope’s vision is still blurred, but it’s her. Just like back at the church or the Conversatory. No trick, no bliss clouds of her vanishing. Her face is bloody and bruised as she looks up at Hope. But the young woman doesn’t feel pity for her.

“You still don’t understand...” She giggles, an exhausted fake laugh. “You don’t know what it is you’re doing do you?”

She steps forward, just as Hope steps backwards, an act that the woman is not used to. She looks taken a back a bit, but speaks:

“Joseph believes he’s our savior. But you’ll be the one who decides what happens.”

She seems like she’s fighting to find the right words, fighting to speak even.

“You were the start. You’ll be the end.”

She holds out her hand, trying to touch Hope but she scatters backwards. The junior deputy isn’t sure what reaction she sees on Faith’s face. A glimpse of realization? Sadness? Surprise that she’s rejected by Hope? Acceptance?

Faith lets her hand down and nods softly. There’s a low and quiet noise she makes, a huff, a scoff? Something Hope would have definitely missed if she wasn’t keeping silent all along.

Faith looks at her, and it’s revelation, while she steps back, a slight step, she’s not going far. She keeps eye contact with Hope and the young woman feels a pit in her stomach and chest at her next words as she fake smiles:

“It was always going to happen this way...”

Hope doesn’t know what she means by that. Doesn’t understand the dots inside her head, not yet, not until it’s already too late. Faith turns around, unsure on her feet as she walks into the river, her voice sad:

“You’ll walk the path.”

Hope follows her, just a few steps forward as she stops at the edge of the river, Faith giggling as she gets deeper into the water.

“You’ll rescue your Sheriff. You’ll be the Hero...” She turns around, a tired mock to the last word, but it’s not as bitter as it was. Hope feels pity for the young woman as she watches her.

“...and then... you’ll choose.”

Green smoke surrounds Faith as she lays back in the water, not moving. Her next words not coming from her, but echoes in Hope’s head.

“And if you don’t listen to Him. He’ll be right...”

The bliss disappears from the surroudning area, gathering in one place above her dead body, then sliding to Hope on the ground, into the single Bliss flower. She crouches down and picks it up, her voice low and sad:

“I’m sorry Rachel...”

Hope stands before Faith’s Gate, it’s being open to her as she enters the green smoke coming out from the place, the Bliss making her eyes burry with white dots, but it doesn’t make her dizzy anymore. It doesn’t feel like being pulled into another place.

She needs to find Earl, needs to shut down the place and get everyone to safety.

Hope runs through the bunker, the grass and plants being a surprise to her. But they are real, she’s sure about that. She thinks how Joseph could want people to live here after the Collapse. John’s bunker was fucked thanks to the torture, but this? Drugging everyone inside? That’s the real torture.

There’s whispers in the air, something she hallucinates thanks to the Bliss, mostly. She comes to some stairs, a moose being on top of it. She stops, not sure if the creature is real or not. She doesn’t want to get killed by a moose after all that she’s been through so she looks at it cautiously from far.

“I did not ask for this...” Joseph’s voice comes from somewhere and Hope shivers to his voice. She remembers the moments she met him in the Bliss, the way he touched her shoulder saying so comforting things to her. “...I was chosen.” She remembers his voice and it makes her shiver as she shakes her head trying to get herself together.

She approaches the moose, that not moving and she simply goes through it as it vanishes to a green smoke, filling her with even more Bliss. She closes her eyes and sees a glimpse of Joseph Seed in her head, facing her, his glasses gone and his face bruised.

“I am your Father, and you are my child...”

He says and it feels like she can feel his breath on her skin. She opens her eyes again, moving forward just to be welcomed with a scene. There’s Burke, raising a gun at Joseph along with Virgil.

“Joseph Seed I have a warrant for your arrest.” She passes them to become smokes, Joseph standing in front of her with a book of his own.

“It’s coming you can feel it--” She pasts him, not wanting to see any more of the man for the time being.

Two Angels appear out of nowhere and she kills both of them with her hands, not wanting to waste any more bullets, than she already did, killing Faith.

She hears his uncle sing as she steps on the stairs leading up.

“Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound... That saved a wretch like me.”

Hope comes closer to the door, her uncle singing with closed eyes, holding the bars of his door, but not trying to get out. She can feel her eyes getting teary again as she looks at him with worry.

“Used to sing his praise, than first when we’ve begun...”

Hope grabs the bars in front of him, her voice weak as she calls out to him:

“Earl?”

When he opens his eyes she gasps with fear and worry for the man. His eyes glassy and smokey, just like how John described the ones who are near to become Angels.

He looks like he fights for his words as he speaks.

“I don’t have much time, kiddo...” She places her hand on top of his, crying silently as she looks at him. “The Bliss... you have to stop it...”

He stays silent as she nods repeatedly, swallowing her sobs.

“You have to hurry...” He shakes as he fights, but he closes his eyes again and smiles, singing to the side. “Amazing Grace...”

He looks up at the rope in the room which she only know spotted. Her eyes widen at the sight, a chair being there with Earl as well.

“No...” She whispers, grabbing the man’s hand through the bars, trying to hold on as forcefully as she can but he slips away from her just as easily as if she were not even holding him.

“How sweet the sound...” He stops closer to the rope, looking at it while getting the chair under it.

“NO! EARL! Fight it! Fight the Bliss!”

She shouts while shaking the bars of the door, which just won’t open for her. This isn’t fair! She fought Faith, she killed him and now she’ll have to lose her unlce! No!

“That saved a wretch like me... I once was lost but now am found...”

He stands on top of the chair and Hope shakes with her cries:

“Please, Earl! Please don’t leave me, not now! I need you!”

He looks at her for a mere moment like he tries to fight it, but continues to sing.

“Was blind but now I see...”

“EARL DON’T!” She cries, banging the bars, trying to get his attention. “I need you, you can’t leave me, not now, please. I need you, I’m pregnant.”

She cries and notices as he stops, his body shaking as he fights his words out, not moving further:

“You have to hurry! Rook!”

She gets the information and runs, leaving him behind there, hoping he can fight the Bliss while she stops it from leaking anymore.

She runs through room, reaching a metal door, watching Tracey behind it.

“You have to hurry, Rook!” The woman echos Earl’s words and Hope opens the door, just to run through Bliss Tracey, a hallucination. She runs through a corridor to be met with another door, opening that up as well. There are no other ways to go, so she hopes this is the right way to turn off the Bliss.

She’s clear now, no bliss to be around, but there are a lot of ways to go. She watches a valve in the distance and figures that’s where she has to shut down the Bliss. Her body is beyond high adrenaline, her mind almost not even realizing how she kills of the peggies in her way. Her only goal: shut off the valves and help Earl, fast.

She shutdowns one of the valves, gaining a warning siren going off in the bunker. A mechanic man’s voice speaking to her.

“Warning, central valves overloading.” It’s the voice of Eli, she recognizes and remembers that the man used to help building the bunkers. Makes sense.

As she turns the third valve she can hear loud banging, maybe even an explosion going off in the bunker. But she keeps moving, turning off all the valves finally and shooting every cultist down in her way.

“Warning, central valves overloaded --”

But she doesn’t listen as her radio crackles to life, for her relief Earl speaking to her.

“That’s done it, Rook. I’m sorry partner, but I need to get out of here--”

“YES, just go, Earl, I’ll follow you, just get away the bunker.” She says crying and laughing, relief washing over her body that finally for the first time this day she did something good.

“I can’t see straight from this Bliss. It’s all on you. Blow this place into oblivion.”

She runs to the place where she thinks the central pumps must be, the warning sound making her have a huge headache.

“Warning, central valves overloaded, security blocks now offline.”

She rolls her eyes, running through the next corridor.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, Eli, now shut it.”

She says just to entertain herself for the moment, trying to not worry that explosions shake the whole place. The place is filled with peggies and pumps are leaking bliss. She almost goes through one when it starts a fire.

“Fucking hell!” She says as she crouches down the pipe to not get roasted, all while trying to not get a bullet inside of her.

She shoots down the central pumps, after killing the cultists inside the room.

“Overload, evacuate immediately!” SHUT UP ELI!

“That did it, kiddo... The air is clearing up! Feel like I can finally think straight. We gotta get the hell out of here. Whole place sounds like it’s about to blow... I’ll round up any survivors and meet you outside. Please be careful, Trinity! Good luck!”

Earl says from the radio while she runs through a corridor, her body sweating from the fight, the Bliss and the heat that’s coming off from the metal walls from all the fire inside. Every damn pipe is like a welcome to hell! She thinks as she dodges a dozen of pipes that want to roast her alive.

Stupid peggies don’t even try to escape, just want to kill her on sight. What kind of people are these? She thinks as she fights her way, to finally get outside and not get a slow death from fire.

She runs through a room, finding a ladder which she climbs up on. There are no peggies left, only the fire which makes her sweat like she just swam in the ocean with her clothes on. She feels her skin hurt when she gets too close, opening another metal door.

“Fuck.” She stops for a second as the way to the exit is covered with fire. There’s no other way out and she’ll either burn herself through the way of the fire or blow up and die.

She swears as she prepares a run and a jump through the fire. Somehow she manages to not get burned, but as she nears the exit the walls next to her blow up, sending her outside the building with a roar of pain.

She looks at her hand, her jacket being caught on fire and she quickly gets rid of it, also getting out of the way of the exit of the bunker as it blows up. She looks at her arm, cringing at the pain and the burnt skin on her forearm. It looks bad, bad not too bad. It could heal up easily, maybe won’t even show a scar... Maybe.

Hope raises her radio to her mouth to start a call on the open station, so maybe if people didn’t spot the huge explosion in the Henbane she can announce it.

“The Henbane River is now ours. Faith Seed is dead.”

They sit in the truck with Earl, not saying any words to each other until they reach the Jail. The scars are too big on both of them. Hope feels horrible: even though she freed the region from the cult she knows how many died. Children, pregnant women...

Now that she is at that thought suddenly Earl chuckles to himself.

“I must have been really high on the Bliss, I thought you said you were pregnant.”

Hope stops the car and looks at him, whispering.

“I am.”

The man blinks at her, laughing pushing her shoulder a bit.

“Nah, you’re not. This is one of your pranks, innit?”

But the serious look and the tears that start to gather in her eyes make him lose his smile and looks at her surprised and confused, shocked.

“You gotta be kidding me...”

Hope turns from him, wiping her tears with the sleeve of her shirt, not caring about the damaged skin. Earl touches her other hand, turning her to him slightly.

“But how?”

She laughs a nervous laughter wiping her tears.

“I’m sure you know all about the bees and stuff.”

Earl shakes his head, not picking up on her sense of humour at the moment.

“No, I mean with who?”

She blinks a couple looking at his face, biting her lip.

“Don’t do that, that means bad.” Earl says, knowing about her bad habit of chewing on her lips when she’s anxious. She stops and looks at him for a moment, tears sliding down her face.

“You’ll hate me for it.”

Earl grabs both sides of her face, a show of affection he didn’t do in a very long time. Not since she’s become the junior deputy at the station.

“There’s nothing in the world, that could make me hate you.” He says reassuring her and Hope nods, before she gathers enough courage to answer him.

“John.”

Earl lets go of her face, blinking with confusion. He asks her, though he fears the answer.

“John Who?”

“John Seed.” She answers with a whisper, fearing that the resistance members at the prison, trying to rebuild the gate migt hear her.

“I’ll kill him.” Is the only reaction and sentence Earl says, trying to exit the car. And go where? Find him now and kill him?

Hope grabs his hand, pulling him back in the car.

“No, you won’t...” She says with a sigh and looks at Earl. “Look... I would say I’m sorry, but I’ll be honest.”

She says and starts a speech she didn’t know she wanted to give. Not even realizing her own words and the meaning behind them until this point.

“I love him.”

Earl makes a hurtful face, but before he can say anything she raises her hand, stopping his thinking, that maybe ‘it’s just a phase’.

“I mean it and... and I think he loves me too.”

Earl interrupts her, not angry at her, but the man of the topic.

“He tried to kill you!”

She nods, a smile creeping up to her face.

“Yeah, well... I think we’re even with that. He tried to kill me, I tried to kill him... Big deal. I mean look around us, Earl. This whole place is crazy. All these event are insane. Does it hurt that much that somehow, I don’t even know how... I think I’m finally happy with someone.”

She says and her heart aches, knowing she can’t say these words to John himself, the man being too far away from her. They probably left the region when they destroyed Faith’s Gate.

“I mean... I know what people think about him, God, I had so many doubts with myself, thinking I’m crazy to even think he’s capable of love. But... But he is, dad.” She calls Earl that, even though she rarely does it.

The man notices, knowing she means what she speaks, even if he doesn’t like it very much.

“He’s... he changed. I... he...” She doesn’t know what else to say, as she buries her face in her hands, crying. “It’s complicated.”

Hope finishes and Earl embraces her in a hug, being careful of her hurt arm.

“Does he know?” He asks, meaning the baby growing inside of her.

“No.” She sniffs, looking at his face again. “No, I didn’t have the chance to tell him yet. And now he’s with Joseph and Jacob... And God! Last time I saw him he looked horrible, Earl! Like... like they tortured him, and from what I gathered, I think that’s exactly what Joseph did to him. Asked him to Atone and left him in a room, waiting until he carved his own body... I don’t know. But he’s hurt.”

She says, and think how ridiculous this is. A few months ago she would have laughed at herself, crying over a Seed? Yes, that’s exactly what she does now.

“AND NOW?!” She points outside to the Jail, raising her voice. “Look what I’ve done! All these people dead, because of me.”

She points at herself, eyes teary. She keeps silent and wipes her face when Tracey approaches the truck. Earl turning to the woman as well.

“You look like hell.” Tracey welcomes them.

Earl answers, trying to hide everything that they just talked about.

“Yeah? Well I feel like it too.”

Hope leaves a small chuckle at that, looking at her uncle and Tracey, hoping there’s not much trace of her crying.

“Need help getting inside?”

“Hell, no. I’ll manage.” Earl says softly, but a bit annoyed.

Tracey looks at her, an expression telling Hope she does in fact knows she’s been crying. But she’s nice enough not to mention it.

“I didn’t think you could pull this off. You saved a lot of people here today, Rook. Don’t forget that.”

Even this sentence causes her to fight back a sob, her heart warming. Yeah, she definitely forgives for the woman’s betrayal. They both suffered, it’s enough of war already going on. They’re on the same side, they don’t need to fight each other for mistakes.

Tracey leaves as she’s being called to help out.

“I better go.”

They both watch her go, helping an injured fellows, when Earl turns back to her.

“You know, there was a moment, just before you arrived... I’d just lost all hope. I couldn’t see a way out.”

She tears at that, but doesn’t sob or make any sound. He looks at her, meaning his words.

“But you lead the way. And a lot of good people died, but everyone here, all of us, we’re alive because of you... and I’m damn proud of you.”

Hope sobs at that quietly, a smile creeping up on her. She feels relieved, that he’s not angry, not disappointed. She couldn’t wish for more, than that her uncle, her mentor and family is proud of her.

“And your parents would be proud too, if they could see you now.”

He says and she sobs, burying her face in his chest, hugging him. He hugs her back, and after some moments they let go of each other, and he goes back to his fake grumpy sheriff mode.

“Now I want you to find that goddamned John Seed and tell him he’s going to be a father and if he tries to back away I will kill him myself.”

Hope chuckles, wiping away her tears and looks after Earl, who exits the car, looking at her reassuringly.

“Just be safe, kiddo.”

A/N: I’ll plan like 3-4 more chapters, than the story will end. And a ‘season 2′ will come after that! *-*

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