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</div><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><span style="font-size: 22px">NAME: Adaleigh Christine Daughtry</span></span></span><br/><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Alias: </span></b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Cabal Red, too many personal aliases to list<br/>
<b>Primary Nicknames</b>: AC, Addy<br/>
<b>Age: </b>26<br/>
<b>Date/Time: </b>June 2022, Early Afternoon<br/>
<b>Location: </b>Training Room<br/>
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<b>Mood Music:</b> <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D7IpP6j7je5A&amp;hash=473b1128a02f82bc7f8e01af480bded7" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7IpP6j7je5A" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Surviving the Game</a><br/>
<b>Tagging: </b>Chris (<a class="username" data-user-id="9607" data-username="cressray" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/9607/">cressray</a>), Tristan (possibly) (<a class="username" data-user-id="11190" data-username="Teddy Naj" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/11190/">Teddy Naj</a>)</span><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">The moment Chris removed his arm from around her neck, Addy indeed attempted to bolt for the door. If not for the vine around her ankle, she would have made it too. All it would have taken was a good body check to push the muscular ex-solider out of the way and she would have been home free. Addy was easily faster than her brother.<br/>
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As the vine wrapped around her ankle, however, Addy started thinking about the knives she kept hidden as her backup plan. She considered kneeling down and cutting through the vine. But if he was able to catch his breath enough to keep pulling them out of the ground, they would be at a stand still at best.<br/>
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She considered attacking him before he could attack her again. After all, he wasn't that far away and he was defenseless right now. But if she had to kill him, she didn't know how her family would react. Sure, the cameras probably picked up what had just happened. But would they still blame her if she acted when he had let her go? Would they accuse her for attacking when he proof might not be the strongest?<br/>
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No, Addy couldn't take those risks. She needed to keep the personal weapons she had only started carrying everywhere over the last year a secret unless her life depended on it and she couldn't afford to lose her family if she was wrong. Instead, Addy waited until Chris' coughing fit disoriented him from what she was doing. Then, she took what might have been one of the biggest gambles of her life: She called Tristan.<br/>
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AC never pulled the phone out of the back pocket of her black jeans as her right pointer finger and thumb flew across the buttons. The young woman had saved Tristan, Chris, and Emmy's contacts to her screen lock. It was much easier to place her most frequent calls that way. Still, she had never expected that this action might be the safety net that decided her fate one day. Within a few moments, Adaleigh Daughtry's life seemed to hang on the hopes that the call went through to the right person, that Tristan actually answered, and that he would recognize the severity of her situation...</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'gilbert', 'sans-serif'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(46, 139, 87)">"I'm glad it wasn't you, Adz..."</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"> Chris stated as Addy pressed the last button. <br/>
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<i>'Shit.' </i>The redhead thought to herself, unsure whether her ex-brother had seen her hand behind her back. Thinking strategically, Addy's hand moved to the hilt of a knife, she had started to carry inside her jacket at the small of her back. If she moved her hand out from behind her back and he had seen her, she was sure the man would become suspicious. It was better just to possibly be disarmed from one of her weapons than to have Chris learn of her true actions.<br/>
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As soon as Chris let the young woman go and repositioned himself between her and the door, Addy started to back further into the training room. Maybe, she thought, if she could get him to move towards her and away from the door, she would have an easier time getting out without having to hurt him. But Chris' next words surprised the ginger. He seemed to go on the defense. Had he known that she had attempted to call Tristan while his coughing disoriented him?<br/>
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Addy waited, pretending to listen as Chris blathered on about alibis and why he did what he did. But Cabal Red wasn't going to let herself be fooled again. This had been her older brother. He had taught her and Tristan most of what they knew. He had molded them to care about their training, to care about the Cabal, and to be active members. He had saved her life on more than one occasion. And Addy had loved him. Even after she had left, he had still been there for her. She had put him on a pedestal but now...<br/>
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When Chris finally stopped talking and looked to her for support, Addy had no clue what to do. If Tristan was hearing any of this through her jeans, she supposed it might have sounded like had butt-dialed him during a somewhat normal conversation with their older brother. She had to hope that he was listening. She also had to protect herself until she could either get out of that room on her own or wait for backup to arrive. The question was: How could Addy keep Chris distracted without attacking her, while simultaneously making sure Tristan knew she was in trouble if he had picked up?<br/>
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<span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"You <u>attacked</u> me, Chris!" </span></span></span>Addy finally spoke loudly, emphasizing the word 'attacked' as she would with other keywords as she spoke. Gods, she hoped Tristan was hearing her right now. <span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"You <u>lured</u> me to the <u>training room</u> and threatened to <u>kill</u> me! You waited until everyone else had gone off to do their own thing and then you tried to <u>kill</u> me and you expect me to believe you?!?!? I wasn't born yesterday, Christopher."</span></span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"What, even, was your plan? Hmm? Four years ago, you killed Mother because...because...because what? Because you thought you could replace her? Because you wanted more? Maybe you did it because you thought you weren't getting what you were due for having powers like yours?" </span></span></span>Addy shook her head, fidgeting with the handle of her knife but keeping it hidden behind her back. <span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"You know what? It doesn't matter. You killed Mother, in front of Emmy, no less. She was a <i>child</i>, Christopher!"</span></span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"So, you killed Mother, and then you stick around here for years afterwards only to come back when Emmy called. Why? Did you want to watch as some master plan fell into place? Were you planning to pick us off one by one until there was no one except you left? Were you so confident that we wouldn't figure it out?"</span></span></span> Adaleigh couldn't help but chuckle, thinking back on it. <span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"You know, I don't think anyone would have ever suspected you before this. Had you just stayed away... Had you not attacked me..."</span></span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"You were our <i>brother, </i>Chris! I <i>loved </i>you!"</span></span></span>Addy<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"> didn't know how much longer she could keep it together. The tears once more threatened to fall, stinging her eyes at the force it took to hold them back. The redhead wanted nothing more than for this to be a bad dream...but she didn't sleep. She wanted this to be all a misunderstanding...but the way Chris held her trapped in the room, Addy couldn't afford to trust that possibility. She felt like a powerless child again, wanting to run to her older brother for support when Mother would tell them fervently of the life-threatening dangers she planned to subdue them to...but now it was him who was the monster she needed saving from.</span>