Summary: Ian learns that life is dull when one has to stare at it through the same eyes everyday. OC brings a new view on life and abit of confusion, laughter and just a dash of childlike innocence.
Staring out over the vast lawns Ian waited for the doctors to tell him to come in. They had called with urgent bussiness yet had told him not a word more.
Curiosity peeked, Ian had rushed to their location and wondered what he would find.
Anything was better than siiting around with men who wanted nothing better than to stab you in the back and then blame one another. At times he wished that they would try to doublecross him. Maybe then things would get interesting.
"Please, Mr. Nottingham, follow me." Ian looked up to see a thin balding man he remembered from his childhood.
Out of habbit, Ian didn't ask any of the questions that had begun to chase themselves in circles in his mind. Instead he followed Dr. Handyn silently into an elevator and down a long, white hallway.
"Mr. Irons requested that we notify him if anything changed with O." Dr. Hnadyn slowed his pace, "But seeing as though he is no longer here, we thought that you would like to know what was happening."
Ian nodded, completely lost.
"O has been fighting against our training and has even harmed a few of our men." Dr. Handyn clasped his hands as he stopped and looked through a large glass window.
Turning, Ian saw that they were looking in on a room, a room with one occupant.
"O has not slept in nearly 5 days and she refuses food."
Ian was unable to tear his eyes away from the thin figure that stood on the other side of the glass, hands clasped behind her back and her head bowed. Long black hair hung down to her waist , the ends curling delicately, blocking any sign of emotion from view.
"I would like to see her file. Show me everything that has to do with her." Ian was shocked to hear his voice faulter.
Name: Ophelia
DOB: 1981, October 31st
Level: Highly Dangerous
Treatments: Genetic enhancements, Padded cells, Nightly medications
The list went on but Ian couldn't continue. Closing the yellow file with a snap he found what he had been looking foras a faded piece of paper slipped lose of the other.
"What do you suggest be done?" Ian asked as he exited the small room he had been alowd to read in.
"O should be gotten rid of like the others." Dr. Handyn sighed, "She lasted the longest. It's a shame Kenneth didn't want to use her because of her gender."
Ian looked at the still figure in the other room and sighed.
That stance...the hair...
"What do you wish for us to do?" the doctor asked.
"I wish to take her back to the mansion." Ian said calmly, "It seems only right."
"Right?" Dr Handyn seemed a bit taken back, "But she is of no use."
"She is my sister and I say she should be out of here by nightfall." Ian felt his back turn to steel, "See to it that she arrives around 7 tonight."
'What are you doing!' his mind screamed as he turned and headed towards the elevator.
'I'm saving my own flesh and blood.' he thought and for some reason or another it truly frightened him.
Ophelia sat opposite Ian at the table with her eyes cast down.
"You may speak freely while you are here." Ian said for the third time that night, "Ask any questions and they shall be answered to the best of my knowledge."
Ian stared at her for a moment. He had yet to even see her face. She kept her eyes down and her face hidden always.
"Why did you do this?" Came a quiet yet strong voice.
"Do what, Ophelie?" Ian asked and was sure that she moved to look at him but he was the one now staring at his plate.
"Bring me here." She said, "Why would you do such a thing if not to use me as a weapon?"
Ian grimaced, "You were created from the same cells that I originated from and so in a way we are siblings. I could not let you stay there."
"Why did you wait so long to free me?"
"Till this morning I had no idea you even existed."
Ophelia looked up and Ian met her gaze, her eyes were as dark as his own and more dazzling.
She was lovely.
"Do I truly exist?" she asked dropping her eyes back down to her untouched meal.
"As much as I do."
Ophelia nodded, understanding his hidden meaning.
He wasn't sure if he were in the world any more than she was.
Dinner was finished in silence and Ophelia looked around the large room for the first time.
With a nod of permission from Ian she rose and examined the statues that stood by the stair case.
"May I ask you a question, Ophelia?" Ian asked as he watched her.
"You may." She didn't even turn to face his as she gave her reply.
"How is it you managed to fight the training?"
"I have always known they feared me." she wispered, "I just accepted it and found that I didn't want to be what they were making me."
"You were able to decide that while under their medications?"
"I'm able to do a lot of things I wasn't trained to do." Ophelia smiled slightly as she turned back to him.
"Such as?" Ian asked as her eyes became mirrors, she was no longer looking at anything in the room.
"I feel."
A/N: I know it's short but I just want to see if anyone is interested in this before I continue.
Ian seems a bit out of vharacter but it fit, so deal. .
Ophelia is straight from my imagination, she is the only thing I own.
Want more? Just tell me so.