UGH It's FINALLY done!
I've had this in the works since July. I'm sick of it. It's not even my best work, but it moves the story along.
So, sequel to Exile Vilify. With any luck, you'll like it. ^.^
It was raining the day he came. The day a lot of people had been waiting for for a long time.
"Helena? You have a visitor." Director Fury watched as the girl, with her pale complexion and dark brown hair, which looked as if it had not been brushed in at least two days, glanced up from the book she was reading. She was not hideous, though she could not be described as particularly beautiful, either. She was just short of ordinary. Or so she appeared. The expression on her face, the hopeless confusion, assured him that he was in the right place.
Mother Superior led them to the other side of the orphanage, into a small office. She then exited, leaving Director Fury alone with the adolescent. "Helena Coulson." He stated. "Abandoned at birth, given the last name of the man who found you. Since that day, you've been relocated to thirty eight different orphanages in just under sixteen years." He flipped through the folder in his hand. "You've stayed here for almost six months. How long until you decide to get yourself kicked out again?"
Helena's emotionless voice, sounding almost bored, was somewhere between defensive and ashamed. Director Fury stole a glance at the book she held in her hands, entitled Favorite Norse Myths. A children's book being read by a teenager. "They look down upon me because I try to be a normal child."
"But you're not 'normal', are you?" A flicker of frightened shock at his words. "Care to demonstrate?" He pointed to a glass of water sitting on the desk. "Go ahead. You can do whatever you want to it. So long as you don't physically come in contact with it."
She looked from the glass, to him, and to the glass again. Could he be trusted? How did he know so much about her, even the things she'd told no one? She concentrated on the water, gradually lifted her hand, then clenched her fist in a sharp movement.
She moved her arms only to shield her face from the shower of glass shards and liquid which flew across the room. "I'm sorry!" She put her hands to her mouth. "I only meant to push it a few inches."
Director Fury picked a miniscule piece of glass off of his shirt. "Well then, I guess you'll need some practice."