Thank you so much for your support! Things are getting kinda dark but I promise I do have a plan which I am so excited to persue! I just have to get to a certain point in the story... I am imagining a sort of season 4 Daisy in the upcoming chapters so be prepared...
"Mary?"
Skye froze staring at the face which had both annoyed her and protected her for years. It was strange seeing someone wearing a nun's uniform, despite being so accustomed to it as a child now it looked like a scene from a movie. All of these thoughts passed through Skye's mind in second which was then replaced with pure panic.
"Mary what are you doing here? I thought you had been adopted don't tell me you were sent back again!" Sister Jones face was a mixture of shock and anger but Skye decided to play along.
The girl bowed her head "Sister Ms Carter came to collect me after there was a… fire at the Coulson's. They can't take care of me until they find a new home so social services said I should come back here until checks could be done. Ms Carter was just coming to find you."
"Ms Carter has only just left to pick up another child." Sister Jones eyes narrowed "Why are you in the basement anyway?"
Skye's eyes widened, she was caught now! "Well, I um… I…" Skye stumbled. Before her mind could come up with a better plan, she acted on impulse, running toward the exit. However, Sister Jones was too quick. Despite being old, caring for children who liked to runaway for decades gave her an edge. She could identify the glint of panic in the child's eyes before the girl had even fully decided to run. The nun's hand clamped down hard onto the girls skinny arm. Skye tried to tug it out of her grip but it was no use.
"Let me go!" Skye yelled.
Sister Jones eyes flashed and her face suddenly became stern "Mary you naughty girl! You were always a devil child but now you decide to come back here to cause more mayhem. You should be at school! I wonder what your new 'parents' would think about this."
Skye struggled harder and winced in pain "let me go you maniac! You were always horrible. You're a nasty woman and a crappy stupid nun!"
Suddenly Skye felt a sharp pain on her cheek and she stopped struggling, her body turning to stone as she stood there in shock. Sister Jones had just smacked her across the cheek. She had always been a nasty woman but one of mean words and cleaning punishments or missing meals, she never laid a hand on a child, ever. She always stuck to the rules.
Skye tried to pull away, tears threatening to fall but the nun stayed firm. A fire burnt in the girls stomach and she urged to lash out and kick the nun in the face but she knew that she would end up in more trouble so instead she forced her body to relax.
"Go to hell" Skye said, calmly through gritted teeth.
"I'm afraid the only one going to hell is you" the nun replied with a voice of steel.
Skye groaned as the nun started dragging her towards the office. The nun's hand was like a vice against her bones, crushing it into pieces. No matter how hard the girl tried she couldn't get her arm out of the vice.
"Wait!" Skye begged, stopping just before they reached the door. "So, my folks don't know I'm here… I know I shouldn't be here but I-"
"Broke into private property, I'm sure the police would love to hear about that."
Finally, Skye managed to break free of the nun's grasp, swinging her hand backwards and stumbling back from the force of the movement. "Do you know what else the police would love to know? How about all that money that the government pays you isn't going to us like it's meant to? I've followed your online finance trail and I'm sure it would be shocking if it somehow managed to get out"
Sister Jones' face dropped, and she stood still, unmoving like a statue. Skye grinned in triumph and spun around heading out the front door "Oh and goodbye, for good. This place is a house of horror and you deserve no place in it. If I were you, I would leave tonight, quit. I never want to see you in charge of children again."
"You are and always will be a product of Hell's creation" Sister Jones whispered.
"Remember that time I got nits and you shaved my hair off? I was seven! The kids at school wouldn't stop laughing at me. Remember all of the times you sided with the other kids, called me a half breed? I often thought this… this place was the problem but now I know it was you, you and everyone else. You deserve to burn! You tried to control me and when you failed you made me believe I had the devil in me and do you know what? I'm done. I want revenge because I am so pissed off. No one will ever hurt me again." Slowly, Skye pointed towards the door "I'm warning you Sister Jones. Get out now."
The nun let out a huff but hurried out the front door nonetheless.
Skye let out a slow breath as soon as the coast was clear and tried to calm her pounding heart.
Standing alone in the great Oak entrance way memories came flooding back in waves, some real and some of her own creation. A nun carrying Skye as a baby across the hallway, wrapped tightly in her yellow baby blanket, screaming at the top of her lungs. Baby Skye crawling across the floor giggling as she learns how to crawl. Four year old Skye with long soft curls, bouncing and running around with other kids, sometimes getting into fights. Six year old Skye sitting on the wide, hollow steps sobbing as another family had dumped her. Ten year old Skye drawing with Natasha whilst staring intensely out of the window, waiting for another foster family to arrive. As her life in the Orphanage flashed before her eyes one thing was apparent. The older Skye got, the sadder and most desperate she became. The sparkle behind her eyes dimmed and the freedom of her movements became more restricted as she watched all movement around her, ready to attack or defend herself. As walls kept building around her, thicker and harsher as she started shutting people out. If she looked closely she could see the mark she had scrawled into the wall with Natasha and Robbie. Nothing fancy just their names carved into the wooden pillar near the door. Skye reached out her hand and traced the wall, tears streamed down her cheek as she touched Natasha's botched letters.
Skye made her way up to the bedrooms, her feet echoing in the empty building. It was nearly Christmas, if the kids had family they would be leaving soon. Yet there were no decorations, not even a tree. If Skye had to guess the season it would be Halloween, it was always Halloween here. Pushing open the bedrooms Skye took in all of the metal beds, rows upon rows. Some rooms had bunk beds others had lockers but no room was safe from thieves. The only positive thing now was that this now gave Skye an advantage. The nuns liked each child to keep their personal belongings in a bag under their beds, these were things that everyone knew not to touch. It was their 'emergency bag'. If they had to move suddenly it was the one bag they would take an extra second to grab. Many contained family photo's or special cuddly toys. Skye didn't have one. All of her things were elsewhere, she wasn't stupid enough to trust anyone here. It took a while but Skye managed to get all of the bags and pile them in the back garden. Despite what she was about to do, Skye wasn't heartless she had to make sure these personal belongings were safe, she knew how much they meant.
As Skye made her way back inside the building, her mind was blank. Pushing open the cleaning cupboard, Skye grabbed the first chemical she could and popped the lid open. Walking up towards the bedrooms, she allowed the liquid to drip onto the floor. The smell burnt her nostrils but her face was void of emotion as she ran the clear fluid up and down the hallways. In the bedrooms she paused, eyes moving to one of the beds her and Natasha had shared for a few nights. Letting out a scream of rage, Skye grabbed the bottle with both hands and shook It violently, drenching the bed underneath. After, she worked quickly, running from room to room swinging the bottle whilst letting out grunts of anger. Her hair flew as she threw all of her strength behind the pursuit. The hallways, toilets, offices, dining room, kitchen, all soaked. Eventually she ended up back in the entry way.
After taking a moment to calm her breathing she carefully, pulled out a lighter from her pocket. With one click she ignited the flame, watching as they danced intensely before her dulled eyes. With one swift movement she let go, the flame falling to the floor with a swift whoosh.