As it often is, I only noticed all the errors after the story was already uploaded.
The paragraphs were far too long, same with the sentences. It made for a mess that was easy to get lost in. The whole framework was just needlessly complex. I tried to address those issues here, but well you will be the judges of that.
This chapter includes: heavy swearing, very slight erotic content, and mild amount of violence.
*Whoosh*
A spinning pen flew towards the ceiling. It reached its gravitational peak, falling again, only to be caught between two long slender fingers. Amélie threw it again, paying little attention to the object, instead gazing out of the window of the teacher quarters.
For one hundred and twenty-seventh time today, she reached for the falling pen and grabbed it, right as it was about to hit the table. She did not need to see it, the sound being more than enough to pinpoint its current position with absolute accuracy. As she let her mind wander idly, it came back to the events of her latest lecture, more accurately, what happened after it.
"You were always there for me, so even if things changed, I will do the same for you"
Ah Lenna, she did not change a bit. It was true her start was a rocky one. Despite her ongoing nature, she wasn't the best when it came to people. She didn't expect she would have to deal with bullying right in the beginning of her career, but to be honest, it wasn't that difficult. Lenna was quite troubled back then, but all it took was lending an ear to her problems and giving her small push in the right direction. She only provided some motivation, but the real effort that allowed Lenna to overcome the obstacles she faced, that was all her doing. She turned out pretty well in the end, still, it would be nice if she had a bit more faith in herself.
She did grow some backbone, that much was clear. To declare something like that with such confidence. Seems like her little Lenna was finally growing up. If she manages to keep this act up, she will be drowning in women in no time, everyone loves a white knight, and she does have the look for it too. Unfortunately, her current situation was slightly more complex than a little girl with self confidence issues.
However, there was no reason to tell her that her effort will be in vain. Lenna's whole saviour act was sort of adorable, really, what a sweet girl. There is no need to burst her bubble, let the girl dream, she will move on eventually. If nothing else, their little discussion was a welcomed break from the repetitive work she went through every day. The way her face got red after she realized her words, it was so like her. Amélie chuckled to herself.
She threw the pen again.
And waited
It did not come back.
She looked up to see her pen suspended in the air, held by a small pale hand, which was attached to a perfectly curved, toned body. Blue eyes returned her gaze, the goddess-like face shaped in amusement. Angela Ziegler put the pen back, and placed a hot cup of coffee on her desk.
"You looked like you needed that"
"Thanks"
She brought the steaming cup to her lips, and for a moment, they both stayed quiet. Angela was one of the very few people she could tolerate for a prolonged period of time, and that, in a sense of the word, made her her friend.
"So I heard that Lenna was caught sleeping in your class."
Amélie hummed in agreement.
"I hope you did not deal with her the same way you did with Ash, I am doctor of medicine Amélie, not psychiatrist, I am not trained to handle traumatized patients.
Ah, it was true that Angela was the one who had to deal with the fallout of her little… incident with Ash. It was pretty funny to her, especially the part where she was crying and begging for forgiveness, but she supposed that when you had to spend an hour every week trying to fix the mentally distressed girl, it lost its charm.
"You don't have to worry about that, I got a feeling that the knowledge of her doing something to displease me is greater than any punishment I could administer,"
"Yeah, I figured"
Angela closed her eyes and smiled, seeming to recall a long forgotten memory.
"She's crushing on you, hard. She was ever since you took her under your wing, so to speak"
Angela pulled her chair closer to hers, the smile turning into a predatory smirk.
"Its cute, really, kinda like you were crushing on me when you were still studying here"
Of course, she loved bringing that up. Angela, being 5 years older than her, was the school nurse even in the time she herself was still a student. She was actually a certified doctor, but the school had one of the best football teams in the league, so they could actually afford to pay for top class surgeon to work as a nurse.
"I remember you scraped your knee on purpose, so you could come to me to get patched up, and you would refuse to meet my eyes the whole time, face totally red, oh the memories"
Amélie sighted, seems that despite being one of the most efficient killers on the continent, her past as an embarrassed schoolgirl will never stop being thrown into her face.
"Keep this up and I will traumatize so many children you won't have a piece of free time left"
"Noooo please have mercy on meee"
Angela was throwing her hands into the air wildly, the performance could probably earn her a place in the drama club.
Then she suddenly stopped, she straightened, swiped the long blonde hair off her face, and looked into her eyes with a neutral expression.
"Speaking of which, shouldn't you be on your way to your own Psychologist ?"
Amélie cringed her face. Like it wasn't bad enough that the government used her like an expendable killing machine, now, she was required by law to visit the psychiatrist office every week. Like they just found out that conscripting normal civilians and sending them into the bloodiest conflict of the 21th century with only a rifle and few weeks of basic training could cause mental illnesses. Who would have thought.
Angela, seeing that she wasn't about to move any time soon, put a hand on her shoulder.
"Don't be like this, it's only one hour every week, and it's for your own good."
Still no reaction
Angela shifted closer
"If you just try, maybe" she looked away, complicated emotions flashing on her face "maybe you will be able to become yourself again"
Amélie grabbed her hand and jerked her forward, Angela lost her footing and landed right into her lap, legs reflexively wrapping around her waist. A strong hand wrapped itself around her back and pushed Angela against her.
Their lips met, Amélie capturing the doctor's mouth in a wet, sloppy kiss.
"A-Amélie"
She didn't let her finnish, once against invading her mouth with her tongue. She let her hands venture under Angelas clothing, quickly finding the the sensitive parts like so many times before
"A-Am… Amélie, stop"
The doctor moaned
She left her mouth, settling for her, neck, planting kisses up and down, her hands continued doing its work.
"Stop !"
She nearly fell out of her chair as a pair of hands firmly pushed her away. Angela was suddenly standing, hastily rearranging her clothes, and glaring with a murderous expression.
"You just wanted to get away with not going to the psychiatrist, didn't you ?"
Amélie's plan busted, she stayed silent.
Sighting, Angela stood over her, hands on her hips, like they were back to her student days
"Look, Amélie, you have to go, unless you want to be escorted by the police again, we can meet at my place after you finish, alright ?"
Amélie, realizing this was the best deal she was going to get, stood up, and began walking to the car, displaying such pain and misery that she could as well be caring a cross for her own crucifixion. As she turned on the engine (with a button, cmnon, what's wrong with keys) she dialed the address into her navigation and set off. She didn't bother with the gas pedal, keeping her speed to exactly 30 miles, allowing other cars to pass when she could, and generally being the most law abiding BMW driver in the entire country. She wasn't looking forward to this.
/- /- /
Doctor Satya "Symmetra" Vaswani wasn't looking forward to this. She was one of the best psychologists in the country, that, aside from her perfect success rate, meant she did not have prejudice against her patients. Still, the woman she was about to meet gave her the chills.
She was used to treating veterans, in fact, in the last few months, she did exclusively that. As it often was, the people in charge decided for another overseas adventure. They reaped all the glory from the victorious war, and left the dysfunctional traumatized people who did the dirty job for them to doctors like her to deal with.
Still, Satya did her duty, and helped those people as she could. It was more difficult than what she usually dealt with, but she wasn't called one of the best for nothing. After some time, she developed quite an effective procedure, and was able to help the troubled men and women who bled for their country to get their life together. The woman she was about to meet, she was something else entirely.
She picked up a folder with the name "Amélie Lacroix" on it.
The picture showed, admittedly, a very attractive woman in her late 20s, under it were the basic information. Very basic.
She took the papers and began reading through them.
Amélie Lacriox, age 28, joined the military on 12 January 2020. Served as a marksman in operation [RETRACTED], as a part of the [RETRACTED]. Extremely skilled in [RETRACTED] played a crucial role in the elimination of [RETRACTED]. Was awarded Distinguished Service Cross for [RETRACTED]
Satya kept flipping the pages
[RETRACTED]
[RETRACTED]
[RETRACTED]
This was something new. She worked with a number of veterans from many branches of the military, but this was the first time she was denied information. According to the number of papers, her involvement in the war was a heavy one, most soldiers didn't have more than a few pages, but she was holding what seemed like a small book. Not like it did her any good, 90% of it had [RETRACTED] over it, the pieces of information between not being enough to decipher anything.
She was not stupid, it wasn't hard to imagine what the reason for that was. It likely meant that Amélie came from some of the less standart branches of the military, probably special operations of some kind, the ones that liked to keep their identity hidden.
The term "Black ops" came to mind - False flag operations, assassinations, kidnapping, infiltration and so on. The things that didn't fit the archetype of heroic, honorable american soldier, but were still crucial in waging a successful warfare.
Satya sighted quietly. The task of a psychiatrist was essentially to manipulate their patient, in a good sense of course. It would be easy if it was some muscle for a brain kind of guy, but the woman in question had a naturally sharp mind, one Satya didn't like to twelve in too deep.
A knock on the door sounded through the room.
"Here we go"
"Ah miss Lacroix, please come in"
The woman did, she took off her jacket and sat on the chair. From her face, it was easy to tell that she did not want to be here any more than she did. That was a problem, she could not help the woman if she actively refused it.
"Miss Lacriox, do you realize that my sessions are priced on $400 per hour, yet the government is paying your bill completely, the least you could do is to at least cooperate with me"
Amélie shrugged
"How kind of them, is it because they honestly care about their people, or perhaps because veterans are committing suicides en masse, and the negative press is threatening current
President's chance for re-election. Could be either of those, really."
Satya forced herself to keep her neutral expression in spite of her ironic words, but she had no way to debunk what Amélie was saying, probably because she was right.
So she chose to ignore her point entirely.
"So miss Lacroix, how are you feeling"
"I am well"
"Hmm good to hear, tell me, what were you up to this week"
"Working"
"Anything else ?"
"No"
Ugh, she really wasn't paid enough for this
"Have you felt any stronger emotion recently"
"No"
This was really going nowhere, maybe it was time for her to cut the chase.
"Alraight, I will be blunt with you miss Lacroix, according to what I have seen, you are suffering from a rather serious case of emotional detachment disorder, also certain aspects of PTSD."
She expected some reaction, at least some degree of surprise or discomfort, instead Amélie shrugged.
"I sleep well at night"
"That's part of the problem miss Lacroix, somebody in your position should definitely not sleep well, doubts, fear, and a sense of guilt is a normal reaction to what you have been through.
"If I had any of those, we wouldn't be talking, strong live and weak perish, either in battle or by their own hand, that's how it works on the battlefield."
Satya took generous sip of coffee, leaning against the chair, and gazing on the ceiling, hoping that the fire alarm would start ringing and she would have an excuse to get out of here. No such luck, it seems she has to carry on.
"Tell me, when was the last time you felt any strong emotion ?"
"Hmm, it was probably during my last mission, the one I got injured on and sent home afterwards"
"Let me guess, if you told me any details, you would have to kill me ?"
"No, I am no longer an employee of the military, it would be someone else's job."
Satya tried to keep a straight face, as her attempt at making a joke failed, and the answer she was given didn't make her any more enthusiastic about her current situation.
"I can't tell you much, but the point was, we found ourselves walking into an ambush and got greatly outnumbered. There was no hope for reinforcements so we had to shoot our way out.
We held our ground for eighteen hours. Eventually, I ran out of ammo, so I fixed the bayonet and engaged in melee. Thankfully, it was already night by then, and the overall confusion allowed me to get close enough, to the point they could not fire without hitting each other. I made quick work of the attacking force and we slipped out before they managed to recover."
"I see, I understand such experience must have been deeply traumatic, is that the cause of your repressed emotions ?"
For the first time that evening, Amélies facade crumbled, a look of honest surprise taking hold of her features.
"No nothing of the sort, what I felt was, satisfaction"
Satya stilled. Amélie continued.
"That primal empowering feeling, the rush of adrenalin as my blade slid out of their bodies. It is hard to explain to someone who has never taken a life, but that was what we lived for, even as all other feelings have been dulled, that addictive pleasure, it was never ending"
Sayta was feeling like her heart had stopped, she wanted to move, to say something, but the shock stopped her dead in her tracs.
"Something to matter doctor ?"
"No… Its-Its nothing, very interesting, ehm, you are a highschool teacher, correct ?"
"Yes"
"Don't you feel that…. Perhaps it's not the best job for you at the moment ?"
"Are you trying to tell me I could endanger children ?"
The look had Satya sweating
"No nothing of the sort, I just…"
Amélie smiled, but there was nothing reassuring about that, she looked like a predator sizing up its prey.
"It was a trick question"
She leaned in closer to her, Satya found herself pushing her back against the chair as much as she could
"As the war progressed, our enemies employed a great number of child soldiers to compensate for their losses, in the last few weeks of the fighting, it was rare to encounter an enemy over the age of 15."
Amélie sighted
"I did not like shooting children"
For the first time in their session, a wave of sympathy towards the woman struck her. She was thinking of her like some sort of animal, but she was just a troubled, mentally ill woman, who found herself in this situation against her will. The whole point of her joining the army was to save her brother from being conscripted.
She slowly put her hand on her shoulder.
"Of course, no sane person would, you just did what you had to"
"Because they were harder to hit"
As Satya's brain processed her words, she jerked her hand off, like she was bitten by a spider.
Amélie stood up, she leaned against the table, and watched as Satya tried to roll back. She firmly caught the back of the chair, not allowing the woman to escape, instead, she shuffled it forward, so they were face to face.
"Your pupils are widening, your fingers are shaking, are you not well doctor ?"
Satya did not answer, just continued breathing heavily
She froze, as a finger touched her neck. Amélie placed two fingers against her throat.
At that very moment, she knew she was going to die, her demise certain, she closed her eyes and awaited her end.
After a few seconds, she opened them again. Amélie was there, just a few inches from her own face, wearing a satisfied smirk.
"Your heart pulse is far above the norm, are you sure you are alright, It would seem like you are entering a shock."
"Wha.. what-t"
Amélie wrapped her long arms around her shoulders, locking her into a forced embrace. her knee grinding between doctors legs, she cupped her face in her hands, turning it sideways.
Lips nearly touching her ear she whispered.
"You know, you can put an end to this easily, just declare me mentally healthy, I will bother you no longer, all it takes is singing a single paper, and we are out of each other's lives.
It was very tempting offer, impossibly so.
*smack*
Satya slapped her hand away and got up, pushing her back. She wiped the sweat away, and did her best to appear as resolute as she could.
"I will not. I have my duty as a doctor, no matter how you may threaten me, I will not back down.
For a second or two nothing happened, Satya knew how much of a gamble she was taking, the women in front of her could break her neck in a heartbeat, but there was no way she was going to proclaim this monster healthy.
"Very well"
And with those words, she walked out of her office.
As the doors closed, Satya fell back into her chair, energy leaving her as adrenalin began to fade out.
She really was not paid enough for this.
/- /- /
A bell rang. Amélie let go of the button, hearing Angela already walking towards the door. As they opened, she entered the apartment. Warm cup of coffee was already laid on the table for her.
"So, how did it go"
"Poorly"
"Ah"
Amélie usually did like to use more neutral words, even when describing something that wasn't to her liking, so with such a direct answer, it was clear that something didn't go according to plan.
"What happened ?"
Amélie sat on the couch, enjoying the feeling of the soft material against her back.
"I may or may have not tried to pressure her to write me of as fully recovered"
Angela looked down to her, worried.
"Is she still alive ?"
"Of course I did not lift a finger against her, I will have you know I received complex training in psychological warfare from one of the best specialists in both the army and the CIA.
"But you still failed, no"
Amélie kept drinking for another few seconds, Angela was fairly sure that she had to burn her throat from the hot liquid several times over by now. After another few seconds of silence, she answered.
"Maybe"
Angela chuckled, and walked behind the couch. She wrapped her hands around the sitting girl, resting her head on her shoulder. She inhaled, taking in the woman's sweet scent.
"You still went, and I think that a reward is in order"
Amélie hummed in agreement, satisfied smile returning to her face as the beautiful doctor began nuzzling on her neck. She felt the soft hands exploring her body, and breathed out in relief. After all that happened today, she really needed to take the edge off. With that, she let Angela work her magic, and hoped that tomorrow will be at least somewhat clamer.
/- /- /
As always her wish was turned into complete opposite.
She indeed had a few minutes of clam, before Angela barged into her office.
She stood up immediately upon seeing her expression. The usually elegant woman was painting heavily, face red and filled with worry.
"You gotta go see this"
The clear urgency in her voice had her following the doctor without even a word of question. As they rushed through the halls, all students were pushed out of the way, barely having the time to look back before they were gone.
What possibly could cause angela to be this disstressed. Was someone wounded, if so why would she need her? She had medical training, but nothing on the sort of level Angela possesed. Was there a fight?, that happened from time to time, but wouldn't warrant this sort of urgency. Her thoughts were interrupted, as they finally reached the medical room.
There sat no other than Lena Oxton, looking into the ground, clearly also stressed, but not freaking out as Angela was. Amélie scanned the girl's body, she saw no apparent Injury. Her eyes were not sunken and she wasn't pale either, so it didn't look like an internal bleeding.
"What's with her"
"Look at her face"
Amélie did, finally finding the reason for Angela panic. There, on her left cheek, laid big red mark,
"The girl was hit"
Angela said, her tone carried no hint of a doubt.
"It was just a training accident, I.."
She closed her mouth as Amélie suddenly cupped her cheeks with both hands. Her hands were hard, but gentle. She leaned in, their faces were now nearly touching. Lena was breathing heavily, face so close to hers, and with great view of her sizeable cleavage.
"Oh my god it's finally happening"
And just as the thought left her mind, Amélie suddenly stepped away.
"Quite an interestingly shaped training accident"
With all the blood rushing into her face from the intimate contact, the shape of her wound was easily identifiable as a palm with fingers.
"Hmm, see how the centre of the palm is redder than the fingers, she was struck with the hard bottom part of the palm first, the fingers are also perfectly straight, meaning that the attacker intentionally hardened his hand before it hit."
Angela could make it out herself of course, but she didn't seem to be in her right mind right now.
"It was your father wasn't it, the filthy piece of shit, I swear I…"
She never heard Angela swear before, then again, she never saw her this angry before either. Angela cared for the students immensely, and with Lena's sports career, the nurse spent more time with the girl than most of the others.
"Why?!, fucking hell, Lena, tell me"
"I-can't tell"
As Angela held the girl by the shoulders, her distress doing more harm than good, Amélie was deep in thoughts. There were some rumors about mr. Oxton, not being exactly father of the year material, but this was the first time Lena was left with a physical proof of his shitty parenting. Looking at the wound again, it was far more likely that was simply the first time he flipped enough to hit her on the school day. The pieces connecting in her head, she came up with the answer.
"Did you tell him you are gay ?"
Both women in front of her froze
"How did you.."
"Well, you spend 45 minutes every day staring at my breast like there is a black hole between them. I also remember your father protesting about us teaching the evolution theory, and he smelled like a vodka factory. It's not too hard to put two and two together.
Angela, turned around, the anger now redirected at her.
"Christ Amélia, can you be at least bit more considerate, for example not sounding like you don't give a fuck.
"I-it was.."
Both women went quiet as Lenna spoke
"He actually won in the casino this time, and his favourite team won the championship. He was so happy that he didn't even drink that much in the evening, so I thought… this is the best chance I am going to get, I tried to tell him…"
Angela seemed to finally get a hold on herself, and embraced the now sobbing girl. Though her face still remained painted with an absolute furry.
"I am going to kill that that motherfucker, dammit"
Amélie pulled out a phone out of her pocket
"I am going to call the man and tell him to make his way here, this is best to be resolved immediately"
"Yeah, thanks Amélia, do just that"
"Hello, am I speaking with mr. Oxton? Yes… I need you to come to the school for a few minutes….no, nothing of the sort, but it is necessary.. Yes… See you there."
"He's coming"
"Good, I can't wait."
Angela still kept the scared girl firmly pressed to her side.
"I will accompany you"
"I can deal with him myself"
"If he's the type to let his hands do the talking, it may be better for me to be there to make sure he doesn't step over the line."
Angela, already imagining the man getting beaten up, agreed easily enough.
"Ehm"
Lenna spoke, fear apparent in her features
"Please dont bring him here, I.. I"
"Lenna"
She turned towards her
"As long as you are here with me, I won't let anything happen to you, you have my word."
That seemed to calm her a little, with that out of the way, she turned to Angela.
"I would also like to ask you to allow me do the talking"
"What do you mean, why?"
"You are angry, and currently not in control of your own emotions, likely to make a mistake, if we want this to go smoothly, we must proceed with cool heads.
Anger resurfacing again, Angela shouted
"Of course I am fucking angry Amélie, I just found out that our student is a target of domestic abuse, and for god knows how long!
She pointed at her accusingly.
"I know you are fucked in the head, but how can you be this calm when we are talking about student being hit, do you know what the girl must have been through, what terrible things are happening to her? How can you just stand here, looking like this doesn't even concern you"
"Because it does in fact concern me"
Amélie countred and continued
"If I let you have your own way, you will just shout at the guy how much of a cunt he is until you are satisfied. And what do you think will happen after that, that he will understand the error of his ways? No, he will come home pissed, and beat the poor girl twice as much for telling us, and nothing will change. You speak of helping her, but what you are about to do is only helping yourself, and making her life more miserable in the process."
Amélie did not shout, neither did she raise her voice, but there was intensity in those words that made Angela shut up Immediately.
"I-I.."
All the bravado leaving her, Angela was left to just stand there, looking utterly lost as the realization began to hit her. There was no more time to dwell on it, since a truck had stopped in the parking lot, and mr. Oxton stepped out of the vehicle.
"Alraight, I will let you do your thing.."
With that said, the trio relocated into Amélie's office, waiting for the man to show himself.
When the door opened, a large man stepped in. As he did, Lenna instinctively put her head down, trying to appear as small as she could get.
HIs eyes settled on the two women instead.
"Ladies"
He flashed them a smile, that was likely supposed to look alluring, but the number of missing teeth and horrible smell ruined that impression.
Amélie looked swiftly in Angela's direction, seeing her angrily stomping her feet, but managing to hold herself back, she approached the man.
"Mr. Oxton, thank you for meeting us so unexpectedly, please sit down"
She did not comment on how he held her hand for longer than it was necessary, neither on the obvious way he was checking her out.
When he finally looked in Lena's way, she proceeded to shuffle back, doing the best to fuse herself with the chair she was sitting on.
"So what did my idiot of a daughter do this time ?"
Amélie did not miss how Angela's knuckles were whitening from the way she was holding onto the table. She still held herself back somehow.
"We are not here to talk about what she did, rather your own actions"
"Eh ?"
"You hit your daughter"
The flat tone caught the man off guard, but he recovered quickly.
"And what if I did, it's none of your business."
Before Amélie got a chance to say something, he continued.
"She just told me she is a got damm fag," He wayved his hands around, like it was suppoused to make his point more valid. "In my own house, all these years, a mother fucking gay ass faggot !"
As his outburst went on, Lenna looked progressively more and more distressed, hiding her head in her hands, eyes closing, only tears flowing through them. Her breathing was heavy and uneven. If this goes out for much longer, she could enter a shock, Amélie thought to herself.
"You sickening piece of shit !"
And that was where Angela's patience inevitably ran out. She did not blame her, she held out for longer than she thought she would.
Yet, she continued calmly, like nothing strange was happening.
"Mr. Oxton, no matter your religious beliefs, you are not entitled to beat your daughter, if this keeps on, I will be forced to contact the authorities and have the whole matter taken to court."
That did not go well
The man stood up, launching the chair back, making his way to the helpless Lena Oxton.
"You think I give a fuck, shes my kid, I can beat the shit out of her whenever I fucking want !"
Lena, seeing his approach, rushed behind her teacher, peeking through her shoulder.
Amélie stood up too, allowing the terrified girl to hide behind her.
"Mr. Oxton, If you attempt to hurt my student, I swear I will break your hand"
He, ignoring her words, shoved her out of the way with his meaty hand.
Lena was grabbed by the hair violently, her father pulled her to the ground, and raised his hand. Lena closed her eyes, and prepared for the pain she already felt for god knows how many times.
But it never struck.
Instead, Amélie caught his hand and smashed it knuckles-first into the table next to them. He only had time to shoot her a confused look, before her knee shot upwards.
"AAAHHHH !
Screaming filled the room, as bone broke and proceeded to penetrate flesh and muscle, sticking out like some grotesque candle.
"EAYAHEEEE !"
Lena's father threw his arm up and down, joint shattered, it flopped in unnatural angles. Blood was shooting out and spilling all over the room from the big gaping wound in his arm, through which half broken bone was sticking out, thanks to the pure momentum of her leg.
The chain of animal-like cries was cut short, as a swift strike to his chin sent the lare man to the ground.
Amélie, unconcerned, looked towards the two women behind her.
Lena stood frozen solid, in the same position as she was before, eyes wide in shock and disbelief, as she watched the man responsible for all her suffering curled up into a ball, still bleeding.
Angela was equally unmoving, watching her blood covered friend giving her questioning look. How absolutely calm and bored she appeared after nearly tearing someone's arm off, she had no Idea. Her face was as neutral as always, and for the first time, she looked through her ex student and good friend, and saw not Amélie Lacroix, but the Widwomaker, a merciless killer. It terrified her to no end.
While Angela was having her emotional dilemma, Amélie dialed 911, and waited for the police to arrive on the scene. She did not have to wait long.
After few minutes a police officer showed up, surrounded by a bunch of medics who immediately went to work on the lying man.
"So what the hell happened here?"
"I was attacked officer"
The policeman gave her pessimistic look
"People who were attacked tend to look at least slightly upset"
This was looking bad, Angela thought, he was hostile, but did not immediately attack her. Angela was no lawyer, but she was a doctor, and that sort of damage was extremely severe, far too much to write off as a simple case of self defence. The policeman seemed to think that too, since he looked less than impressed with Amélies reasoning.
Instead of any answer or plead, Amélie rolled up her sleeve, showing a small tattoo of some kind.
She did not recognize it, but the man apparently did, for his expression changed completely. Without any word exchanged between them, the officer saluted, gestured to the medical team carrying the man to follow him, and left, just like that.
Angela finally recovered, standing up, her legs still shaking.
"What just happened…"
Amélie ignored her question, looked over her briefly, deciding she looked okay enough, she moved to Lena
"Lena are you alright"
The girl looked up to her, expression confused, legs still shaking.
"Ye-Yeah… I think I am"
"Good"
She gently put her hand on the girl's shoulder, leading her out of the room
"Angela, Tell Jac- headmaster Morrison what happened."
Angela still had enough mind to ask
"Should I tell him how he… "Attacked you" "
"I appreciate the thought, but you can tell him what really happened, I will speak to him later:"
With that she was out of the room. Lena was still out of it, so she let herself be led like a straw doll, and eventually sat into the car as Amélie accelerated towards her house.
/- /- /
"Do you want something to drink ?"
"No I am okay.."
Amélie looked towards the girl sitting on her bed. She was all but okay.
She had seen this expression for more times than she could count, the girl was shellshocked. Dazed expression, blank stare, wide eyes and shaking form. Same as the soldiers who just lost a friend or have been made to kill for the first time. The traumatic event which caused it was different this time but it did not matter.
Amélie sighted
She wasn't good at comforting people, not back then, not now. She always left the broken men to themselves, and as she was assigned to the special unit, she no longer met anyone in need of comfort.
Maybe it would be better to just leave her be...
Tears began falling onto her mattress.
Amélie sat next to the weeping girl.
Slowly, careful not to startle her, she wrapped her hands around her, and pulled her into an embrace. Lena stilled, but relaxed her body into Amélies soon after.
"Look, I am not really good at this but…."
Lena looked to her, her red watery eyes bore into hers.
"As long as I am here, you will never be hit again, never be belittled, nor abused."
The girl's hands tightened around her midriff, face firmly planted onto her chest, she felt her shirt getting wet from the tears.
"You are safe Lena"
She said no more, simply pulling her closer and stroking her head gently.
After some time, she noticed the tears stopped flowing and Lena's breathing became even, looking at the girl, she found out she was sleeping like a rock. It was an understandable reaction after all the stress she had been through today.
Very careful not to disturb her, she laid Lena on the bed. After a second or two thinking, she lifted her head to put a pillow under it and threw a blanket over her body.
Seemed like she was sleeping on the couch tonight.
After a final look at the girl to make sure she was comfortable, Amélie slipped out of the room, closing the door without making a sound.
"What a strange girl…"
Bit longer than I thought it would be.
As always, I will be excitedly awaiting your reviews, please take into consideration that the next chapter may take a bit longer, since it is not pre-planned like the first two, and I really need to get my sleeping schedule back in order.
Cheers.