'Go back to a time that was most influential in Michael's life'
The mission echoed in Mallory's mind as she sank into the dark. Her form was nonexistent for moments as she let herself be drawn to Michael.
She felt the silky strand of hair in her hand. It was the only thing that existed right now. It was her anchor and the only thing that kept her 'there'.
Slowly an image started emerging around her. An old house, a street, an iron fence. Her feet found pavement, her hands became tangible.
This is the moment that changed Michael's life.
Her mind was set and her will was determined to end this.
She marched with purpose towards the house. She felt darkness pushing against her. As the new Supreme, she could feel all the dead lingering here, could smell the evil and death like a cologne.
She ignored it all as she used her mind to open and slam doors behind her. She forced the front door open and all at once, Hell sang.
It was a chorus of cries, evil laughter, screams, taunts. She shoved it all away from her.
'SHUT. UP.' She growled in her mind, and suddenly, it stopped.
She stood at the stairway and listened. She didn't need her senses as she heard a woman angrily speak.
Mallory tilted her head as she glided up the stairs.
Mallory followed the emotional lament from a woman. She found the source of the noise with the slight a jarred door.
Mallory looked in confusion.
There stood Michael, or at least, what her senses told her was Michael. If she judged by her eyes alone, she'd barely recognize him.
He had went from the red contoured, black clad, long haired, elegant yet cruel Anti Christ that taunted and maimed her and her coven a few moments prior -
To a boy. A boy with fluffy strawberry blonde locks, a soft face, child like clothes and puppy dog eyes. He sat there at the end of a bed quivering with teary eyes as an older woman condemned him.
She also saw a dead priest on the floor that confirmed this was the right Michael.
Mallory knew she should end him now while he's weak... But she felt inclined to wait.
The woman got up in his face and he coward before her.
"But I'm DONE... With the HORROR and MISERY you keep bringing in this house!" The older blonde woman declared with a crackling voice.
Michael stammered with tears leaking down his face.
"I'm sorry!... I-I-I Wont do it again, I p-promise." He slowly stood to face the older woman.
Mallory watched with interest. Her brain wanted to tell her it was a trick, but her new found intuition knew better.
There was black around Michael's aura but at the moment, a bright blue shined dimly within it.
Mallory's eyes widened slowly at what she was sensing.
"I-I don't know why I keep doing what I'm doing." He whimpered.
'... He's being sincere... I'm seeing his humanity. 'Mallory thought in shock.
She watched the woman, whom she felt a biological bond between the two, go into a closet and throw some clothes at him.
"GET OUT!" She yelled as she threw them.
Michael's mouth hung open in mortification.
"Get out, I don't care where you go. You can sleep on a park bench or under an overpass. I. DON'T. CARE!!" The woman's words were venomous with hate.
Mallory watched Michael fall to his knees and wrap his arms around her desperately.
Mallory raised her brows as her minds eye showed her a little boy in Michael's place, no older then 4 years old.
'... He's a child?' She questioned in her mind.
"Please don't be mad! PLEASE, I'll change! I promise!" Michael begged as he clung to the woman.
"I DON'T WANT YOU!!" She screamed as she shoved the male off her. He landed on the ground with a thud.
The minute he hit the ground, Mallory visibly saw the shift. The blue was being engolfed by the darkness. His features looked animalistic as he stood and shoved the woman against a wall by her throat.
Mallory took that moment to step into the room with her magic ready.
"Go ahead... Do it... Put me out of my misery!" The woman choked out, oblivious to the witch in the room.
Mallory raised her hands, ready to rip Michael's body to shreds from the inside out.
She paused when Michael paused.
The man child's face contorted from rage to sadness. He loosened his grip on the womans neck as she inhaled rapidly.
Once again, the bright blue shined through the dark in his aura. Mallory lowered her hands.
'I can't believe I can't do it...' She shook her head in disbelief.
'One of us.' Mallory looked startled as she felt the inner voice ring in her head.
She saw a vision of Michael preforming magic in a garden. He turned back to smile at her with pride.
Mallory blinked in surprise.
No... No! She couldn't!!
Another vision passed her mind of an even older Michael with long hair and a white shirt. He looked like good twin brother of his future self. He gave her a red rose he turned to blue before her eyes and handed it to her with a shy smile.
Mallory swallowed hard as she shook her head at what her powers were telling her.
Mere seconds passed as Mallory processed the information. She was brought back to reality when she heard a hard 'slap'.
"COWARD." The woman sneered in his face.
He stepped back as he looked at her with despair and horror.
The woman stepped forward and suddenly became aware of the third party in the room.
Mallory stared at her and felt a mixture of emotions. She felt like this woman was not as innocent as she made herself out to be. Her aura was red with the primal need to survive by any means necessary.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!" The woman demanded but Mallory ignored her as she looked towards Michael.
Mallory felt her body shake. She had to do something in the past FAST or she'd be hurled back to the bathtub in outpost 3. Most likely with a very pissed Anti Christ waiting for her.
'... I can't believe I'm doing this...' She thought but her powers were determined to let her know she HAD to try.
"Michael, I need you to trust me." She spoke gently as she walked over and grabbed his hand. He stared wide eyed at her.
"I need you to trust me... I'm here to help you." She continued.
"You fool! You can't help that monster!" The other woman exclaimed.
Michael bit his lips at the womans words but Mallory just pulled his hands closer to her.
"Michael, listen to me. You're not a monster... Not quite yet. Let me help you control it." She whispered to him. He stared at her as he shook his head in disbelief.
Mallory felt herself becoming dizzy. She looked down at her form and saw it was fading slowly.
'OH NO.'
"Michael, come with me! There's me and plenty of other people that have abilities like you and urges like you. They all can help you! You'll have a place, a home!" Mallory frantically urged as she gripped his she gripped his hands tighter.
"Just say 'yes'... Please, at least try." Mallory pleaded. If this didn't work then her sisters died in vain and so will she.
"I don't care WHAT you do with him! I want you both out!!" The older woman fumed as she watched the scene before her.
Michael looked towards the woman then back to Mallory. He opened his mouth and blinked in surprise. He stammered out a hesitant yes... Before looking at her more firmly.
"...Yes." He spoke firm but soft.
Mallory's form became more solid as she felt an energy transfer between the two. Like a magical contract was signed. She felt her new powers fade. Closing her eyes, she smiled.
"Cordelia..." She whispered under her breath. She opened her eyes and reached into her pocket.
The lock of blonde hair was fading before vanishing completely.
The future changed... She did it.