January 2nd, Monday
She enters the hundred year old brick house through the tarnished back door. In her rush to evade a longer conversation with Ansidara she nearly collides with a girl who is carrying a old brown tray of seasoned vegetables to the stove.
Six other girls in the kitchen glance over to her but say nothing except for the one carrying the tray. "You're in the way." She glares.
Solaforma ignores her as she glides her feet across the creaking, water damaged floorboards toward the next room. She passes the splintering threshold to the dinning hall full of mismatched chairs that surrounded two long white tables. Some were a light wood others a dark ebony, one green, one red and another yellow all different designs neatly tucked underneath the old tables she had sat at for hundreds of meals. In a strange way the white tables that were covered in scratches (and permanent marker streaks that refused to be scrubbed off) matched the equally disheveled chairs.
She glides from the end of the table to a set of French doors that are placed in the middle of the wall across from the kitchen's doorway. They glow a hint of gray in the afternoon light that shines through the four semi circle windows to her right. She glances out the windows that expose the overgrown backyard before turning back to the French doors in front of her.
Past the peeling white doors she can hear the living rooms old flat screen TV speaking in a morbid voice. "The attack happened at eleven a.m. at the Delta Crossway in the Evergreen District,"
The Delta Crossway is the worlds largest railway system best known for taking someone anywhere in the world through elaborate sets of underground tunnels. Typically the railway system was only used by the more upper class since seating was so limited but considering that an attack happened in Evergreen District, home to the countries capital this had to be a major event.
Solaforma quietly opens the door just to lean against the threshold of the doorway, but her silence was unnecessary because the dozens of young eyes she was planning to avoid are glued onto the newscaster who continues. "The atrocious act was carried out by the notorious terrorist group The White Foxes."
They change the screen to a group of men being placed into a heavily armed SSS (Society Structural Services) vehicle. "The motive of this attack, what we assume of now, was to murder Ambassador Cihr Antonio who was riding the Delta Crossway." The screen changes again to a picture of an older man who had white graying hair, deep set eyes and fine wrinkles that covered his face. "He was on his way to France for the Economic Bill but was intercepted halfway while still on Totes territory." Images of the zero resistance torpedo train appear while the newscaster continues. "Currently four of his bodyguards are in critical conditions while one died on the location."
The reporter gathers her papers giving a sad pout as she speaks in a slightly happier tune. "We now take you to Senator Tomi Noko Tore who is currently trying to reassure the public's concerns about the terrorist group The White Foxes."
Senator Tomi Noko Tore of the Evergreen District, Ansidara Tore's one and only mother.
She stands tall before the room of fifty reporters her dark green jacket neatly pressed, her face the epitome of porcelain like which is nothing like Ansidara's skin tone that could best be associated to a honey beige. Her lips are a shining ruby red, her almond eyes rimmed black just like a doll, yet she still looked her age as her hair was cut shoulder length and her eyes had a hint of sleep deprivation to them.
She points to a reporter who called out to her in a concerned tune. "What can be done to prevent this terrorist group from attacking government officials and civilians?"
She smiles her green eyes becoming kind as she speaks in a strong yet calming voice. "Thankfully civilians are currently not the main target. The White Foxes are targeting government officials such as myself in a gruesome attempt to get their voices heard." She folds her hands as she looks down at her notes then makes eye contact with every person in the room "Measures are underway to further the protection of both the people who protect these officials and the officials themselves. We are doing everything in our power to protect as many lives as possible. The Pinter's do not give up so easily to protect both the country and the people we love."
"Are you insinuating this could happen again?" Someone says above the mumbles of the reporters.
She sighs with sorrow then meets the reporter with saddened eyes. "Yes fortunately we have caught a majority of those involved but the White Foxes are composed of a series of smaller groups which are dispersed across all of Totes. The authorities are doing everything in their power to find those who may remain. So please if anyone knows any information about The White Foxes report it to the proper authority so that we can prevent this from ever happening again."
Another reporter calls out to her, his hand raised high as he grabs her attention.
She nods her head towards him, hushing everyone except for the reporter. "Do you know what the possible punishment for these terrorists maybe?"
"As of now it appears the convicts will receive capital punishment."
The voices erupt once again as she points to someone far in the back. "Will we ever-”
The TV clicks off in less than a second as a tall girl with long black hair stands before the others.
She speaks in a cold voice that holds slight gentleness, much like a autumn breeze. "That's enough of the news."
"But Amades," another girl whines.
A girl who had been sitting on the floor with the others jumps up, her pixie cut hair a wild mess as she stands before them, her smile brighter than any star known to man. "Come on guys, Amades is right especially for everyone who's fifteen and up. You all don't stay here for free you know."
The girls groan in unison as they reluctantly rise from their seats on the shredded rug and torn couch. One or two made eye contact with Solaforma before rushing past her.
A child grabs hold of her hand and she instinctively pulls it away before looking to the giggling four year old. She took in her messy pigtails, her brown little dress and her miniscule fingers that twisted with one another.
"What?" Solaforma asks in a surprisingly soft voice.
The girl grabs hold of Solaforma's hand once again and she forces herself not to retract back. "What are you thinking about?" She giggles.
Solaforma glances to the group of little girls who were dispersing through doorways to other rooms. She looks back down to the first girl seeing in the reflection of her large brown eyes her face was emotionless and her body rigid.
She sighs in an attempt to release the tension. "I was wondering why can't he be more like his mother."