I took a break for 'Just a Mission', but do not fret. I will update soon.
Summary: This story is very dark... Beware
Tornado
Tornadoes are described to be hot and cold going against each other to create something destructive. In this story, good and bad are at war for power. One will win; One will lose.
This mission... This mission has changed a part of me... It's made me bitter. It's made me selfish. It's made me evil. Brandt. Nicholas Brant. That son of a Bitch has done terrible things. One of his engineers didn't do something right, and he brought in the engineers wife, and broke both her arms right in front of him. He then threatened her and their daughter, too. I had to show him that some of us women will fight back. Or at least that's what I told myself.
I was allowed 5 minutes alone with him, and that's all it took for the balled up monster inside of me to liberate. I can't even remember what I had used to cut a straight line through his cheek, all the way up above his eye.
Redness. Blood... Soo much blood. I didn't feel remorseful at all. I felt proud; happy. Everything that my normal self would not feel. Something was erupting from inside of me. My soul; my spirit; maybe. I couldn't control the sudden change, and I was afraid of what I had done. This mission. This mission has opened up Pandora's Box and I don't know how to close it.
'Bottle it up inside' I told myself, millions of times as I sat in this adjacent room filled with nothing but my thoughts. In the corner there it was. Evil. Pure evil. It was as big as a speck, yet it was the thing that scared me the most. It's just like 99.99% possible that something could happen, and having that .01% being the outcome. It's so little, but it has potential. If I lose my humanity for a second, I will be overtaken by the speck of evil. I can't destroy it because it's too powerful. I can't do anything about it now... It has been unleashed, and now, it's waiting to take my spot.
I look at it square in the face, but it won't acknowledge my presence. I need something whole. Something familiar to bring me back to myself. It's just like when you're falling asleep. You try to resist the urge to release your hesitation and fade into the darkness that you know you want, although you want to stay up at the same time. The bad thing is, you always end up going to sleep. It's too tempting to just ignore. Just like the darkness, in the corner of my mind. It's so tempting, and I want to just give in but I know if I do, I will never return to myself. So I look away, and just as I look away, I start to wake up from my nightmarish state, and begin to focus. Nikita, focus. A white room. Michael. Michael, my heart and soul. My Michael: my happiness lies with him. He's my anchor. He's my sunlight when its dark. He'll keep me grounded. I reach for him, and everything begins to make sense again. I was thrown off track by the devilish speck, but I am drifting back to normal, as I understand you can never fully destroy the evil that lies inside of you, and you don't have to. 'Just give into it' the evil devil says, but I will not. I will carry on as I have, and soon the evil speck will disappear into the blackness that is my self-conscious.
It has to.
My first one shot... Hope you liked it... Review and tell me what you think.