Pondering

'I just parked Betty by the docks, and sat on her hood sipping coffee.  This was getting increasinly frustraiting.  Double A had the odds stacked against her, and even when I tried to convince her fellow colleagues about the situation, they just blew me off, and proceeded with what they wanted to do.  It seems like the Amazon culture was one, big, giant mess.  You can't just put soemone down without getting all the facts.  It's like they were intent on dominating the whole thing.  Why go through this trouble?  Some people just make me sick to my stomach.  Regardless of what the big bitch said, it is MY problem.  This isn't their island, they do not have the authority to do whatever the hell they please just because they are perfect.  I could easily arrest them for obstruction of justice, or even worse.  The only reason I don't, well. . .  It's four to one odds, and to be perfectly honest, I don't know if I like the idea of being tossed around like a rag doll.  I just wish their was more I could do.  White Owl was in Queen City somewhere.  From what I heard she was finally getting hitched.  Kudos to her.  Still leaves me with figuring out what to do.  I had already made the call to Winslow that I was going out for a coffe break.  Hopefully, she got the memo.

For anyone that wonders what its like to have the world agaisnt you, this is it.  At least from my standpoint.  Already the blue boys were mounting up to deal with Double A.  The Capes are also looking to go after her, plus her own people are against her.  It seems that regardless of what I do, they rather I stay out of it.  It's bullshit if you ask me.  Madness is what you make of it.  What happened to Double A wasn't madness, but manipulation.  If I had someone to listen, I would at least have a chance.  Aella seemed to be the only one who was listening to me.  The other three must think I'm nuts.  Theirs a reason why I drink.  This is one of those times where I felt I should be just sitting at home making friends with Captain Morgan.  And not stop until I pass out.  But, here I was, on the docks, sipping coffee instead.  Just watching the ocean while waiting for White Owl.  

I don't think I would be able to sleep.  Not with those memories stuck with me.  If I knew of another way to wake up this world, I would.  But I'm no superhero.  Just an ordinary cop with a gift.  Dedicating my service for over fifteen years to make a difference.  I thought about the information I dug up a while back pertaining to the Amazon culture.  I wonder if the Chains of Prometheus would come in handy this time around?  It seems to me the agenda of the four horsewomen were wanting to dominate all the positions.  Were they working under the lycan pimp too?  Influenced by his own persuation?  I know sacrifices are made, but does it have to be like this?  Why condemn one person for something they don't even know about?  I just hoped that she makes it, or at least finds a means to snap out of it.  The light rings seem to provide a lot for the amazons.  I mean, they can conjure a fucking weapon with the snap of their fingers.  I don't get frustraited normally, but this is one of those times I was.  Maybe it is a problem for them to deal with, but they should at least open their eyes.  Part of me wants to see what the hell it is those four bitches were planning.  You would think they would at least listen to reason, but as it stands, they don't give a rats ass.  She's tainted, and must be dealt with.  We already have a new suitor for the light rings, and will carry that out.  I think they just wanted Aella to take the position so they had favor.  It's horse shit really.  Their is a thing called responsibility.

I kind of wished I had some kind of a sign that would help me give an idea what direction to take at this point.  I hit a crossroads.  Part of me is starting to regret ever stabbing myself with the soul arrow.  But, as it stands I did it for a reason.  If I wanted answers, it was the only way I would do so.  Those four girls don't even realize what my 'visions' have done in the last fifteen years.  How could they?  They were all cooped up in their own little world while I'm out here busting my ass practically putting my own life on the line to solve a murder.  Maybe that's where it's different.  I have some alternatives to deal with this, but. . .  I don't have the support I was hoping for.  At least not yet.  

I just remained seated on Betty sipping my coffee deep in thought.  "Come on, Payton, think!" I said to myself aloud.  "There's got to be something. . ."  Of course, the whole thing was surreal.  Here I have the information that they need, but have no way to act on it, except let the big guns deal with it.  I feel helpless here.  It's probably the first time in my life where I felt like I couldn't do anything.  

Just then, I saw something from the corner of my eye as a shadow came over my body.  I smiled a bit.  "I wondered if you got the message." I said as the shadow grew bigger.  "I hope you have some coffee for me too!" a female voice said to me as I reached over behind me sliding another fresh cup for them.  "Haven't forgotten." I answered back before offering the other cup of joe before proceeding to explain what I learned.'

This is the last piece.  It's a bit late, but I was waiting for the green light on this one.

Payton Reed is property of yours truly.

White Owl is property of whom which I aquired permission for this one.

The mentioning of the four amazons and other characters are property of which were part of the contest that already expired when this came up.  lol.