A\N: Now for Kira...
KIRA
"You okay?"
I glance at Trent.
He never believes me when I tell him I'm okay. Whether my dad's been yelling or I'm in pain, he never believes me.
I nod.
"The Command Center's cool. I didn't know Jase rebuilt it."
I watch the desert. Watch my memories fly across.
Curled into a corner, shivering, sick from the blows to the stomach and head. The angry pain, the shouted questions.
Trent sits next to me. "Kira...you're not okay."
I shake my head.
Wings flying out.
"You're a good flier."
"I know what it's like."
I glance at him.
"To have a father betray you..." He laughs softly. Bitterly. Dr. O told me who Mesegog was while he was killing Trent. "Yeah. I know."
My body might be curled in the corner, but I'm up here. On the ceiling. Looking down.
"Tell me!"
Suddenly yanked back into my body--oh, god, the pain. Oh, god.
"Dr. O...please..." I whimper, terrified, tears of pain running down my face.
"Tommy Oliver is dead. I am Tirthor. And I will kill you." A cruel, vicious smile on his face.
Overlapping, father and brother screaming, blows being struck.
I don't fight back. Brother fights...I fight? Do I fight back?
Father or Tirthor?
Warmth. On my arm. Pain...fire...
"Daddy..."
I reach up, touching my cheek automatically. "You...you don't know..."
"What you went through?" Trent smiles bitterly, then reaches out to me, taking me into his arms. "He tortured me too. He just thought killing me first was smarter."
Chained to the wall, hands above my head. Can't move. Oh, god, no. No, please, no...
The scream sends terrified chills through me, and such sweet reliefe, he's alive, thank God...
"Should I kill him, Kira?"
Can't move. Can't speak...
The last scream. His body shaking...still...no...
"I'm sorry." I whisper. "I'm so, so sorry...I shouldn't have told you...oh, God, Trent."
"Trent?"
Trent's eyes, so wide, then a stunned grin. "Oh my god."
"I have wings." I say unnessecarily.
Trent shakes his head. "You're...wow. You're so beautiful."
I love you. I love you so much...
"I know it's hard to be strong." Trent whispers. "I know you don't want to slow down because then the memories come, and you can't deal with them. I know it's too much."
The screaming match, the fighting. Eleven years old again.
A little one in my arms. Laughter.
"Mommy got a baby!"
"Loser!"
"Slut!"
A catholic school. Why did I walk by? What was I thinking?
A preist, saying, "Er...children, enough, she's not--"
Old enough? Is that what you were going to say?
"I'm not a bigot!" I scream. Just wait. I'll show you. I'll be so strong, no one'll hurt me...
Trent kisses my neck. "You can do it, Kira. And I'll be right here with you."
"Why?" I ask. "Why?"
"Because I love you."
I look up.
For once, I see him. No blood. No nightmares. No memories.
My love is alive.
And when I kiss him, there's nothing but us.