"Let us suppose that when we are born, the mind, as we say, is white paper, void of all characters – tabula rasa. We are like chameleons, we take our hue and the color of our moral character, from those who are around us."-John Locke
I knew I shouldn't have come, but my choices were limited. This was the better of the two evils.
She gave me a choice – I was supposed to appreciate that. But we both knew it wasn't really a choice to make – we both knew that I would give myself up in a heartbeat if it meant saving the team.
She knew, of course she knew, and she used it to her advantage.
All the knowledge she had about me, everything that we had ever gone through together had helped her build a solid profile of me in her head.
And now, she was using that to destroy me. Kind of ironic, actually.
I knew this wasn't going to end well from the second I got the phone call. But going against every instinct I had, against every rule in the handbook, I went.
I went because I believed too many people had already suffered because of me. I'd ruined enough lives. There was no way I was letting her kill my team for something that was clearly my fault.
Some part of me knew that this would happen eventually though. I'd always seen that little piece of something evil inside her, yet I'd ignored it.
There's evil in all of us, I thought. I was wrong though.
I knew she might seek revenge, but I never knew she could be capable of something like this.
But what I thought didn't matter, what I was wrong about didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was getting my team out safely, even if I knew that that probably wasn't going to happen.
She had experience – she knew most of us. She knew of all my techniques and she expected every one of my moves.
Knowing that, I had to accept that I probably wasn't going to win.
But I could get my team out, hopefully. That was all that mattered, really.
I tried to keep that thought in my head as I moved the heavy metal door and took out a picture of my little boy from my pocket, kissing it and putting it in the palm of my hand as I stepped inside.
[Here's just the prologue. I know it's a bit vague, and the quote doesn't really make sense yet, but you'll understand everything later, I promise. This will be a team fic, btw.
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