Huntress.
Confessions.
Helena wasn't a religious person, but even she needed advice outside Bellatrix. That was why she found herself in a Church. Helena closed her eyes, wondering why the stinking world couldn't be as calm and quiet as this Church? She had no real idea which Church this was, she'd just looked for the nearest Church she could find, and then went there, not bothered with the name of it.
Helena, wearing a simple black shirt and tight blue jeans and sneakers, sat down in a confessions box. She could see through the grate there was someone already there.
" Forgive me, father, for I have sinned," she paused before adding, somewhat ashamed. " Again. I don't know where to start."
The person on the other side, a man, said calmly, " Take your time. What's said is confidential."
Helena smiled, " Thank you." She sighed. " I think you need to know, I was abandoned by my parents for my brother, who was considered special for some stupid reasons, so I was looked down upon. My godmother was the only person to actually care about me, and she took me away from them and adopted me after a nasty...incident," Helena said the word hesitantly, letting the priest make his own judgements. She was never in her life going to tell anyone about the night that killed her innocence forever. " Anyway," she carried on, " my parents looked down on me like dirt, and they let their friends bully me mercilessly. But now they want me back, for some stupid reason or another, and even though I've tried to make them see what they did wrong, they wont admit it, not even to themselves."
The priest was silent for a while, thinking about what she was saying. " Are their reasons selfish, or good hearted?"
Helena sighed, " I'm not sure, I think its a bit of both to be honest. Their actions were because of an old man who had delusions of grandeur, and they listened to him about treating me like...rubbish." She didn't say the word shit, she didn't want the priest to think she was just commonly rude. " Now, he's got them under his spell," she smirked at the irony of the wording of that one. " and they want me back. I want to be able to get through to them, but they just won't listen."
Silence.
" Tell me, my dear child, have you tried to contact them yourself?" The Priest asked.
Helena shook her head. " No, you don't know what this old man's like, father. He's completely enslaved my parents, they don't have any free will, and they're so desperate for me to come back that if I make it easier for them then I lose my freedom. Do you know latin?"
" Yes." Helena said, " Ego oportet libertatum."
" I must have liberty," the priest translated. " Father, I have worked long and hard to gain my freedom. I saw the way my parents bled my brother dry without him even knowing it, and he's become a puppet. I refuse to submit." Helena said stubbornly, her metapowers starting to activate.
The priest nodded, " I see. My child, try and help your parents, make them see reason, and I ferverently hope that you learn to forgive them for their mistakes, and also to make this old man to leave them and you be. I can tell you are a good person, but I can see you're also torn and in pain, and that your parents and this old man are part of the reason. Good luck."
Helena left the church, her mind racing about what the priest said, and thought, " What a wise old man."