you cannot save me
you can't even save yourself.
I cannot save you...I can't even save myself.
Save yourself
So just save yourself.-Stabbing Westward
Emma Delauro stared down as Marcy Maitlin plunged to her doom.
"She's gone" she whispered into her com ring "I couldn't save her"
"Come on Marcy" Emma yelled "Please don't do this"
"Ya gonna give me the same speal I've been getting since I was a kid?" asked the girl "Save it!"
Marcy was young, pretty and constantly on the run from the GSA. A powerful Psionic with the power of telekinesis, she had been implicated in the deaths of several of Eckhart's finest operatives. Loud, tough and only thirteen, she was at the end of her rope.
"Let me help you" pleaded Emma.
"How can you help me?" said Marcy "no one can"
"Em?" said Brennan "Come home"
"All right" whispered Emma.
Brennan shook his head sadly and walked out of the lab. Shalimar and Jesse looked up from their game of Scrabble, their eyes full of questions.
"She's gone" he whispered.
"Oh god" said Shalimar bringing one hand to her mouth.
"And Emma?" asked Jesse.
"She's coming home"
Emma didn't want to go back yet, she couldn't face her friends knowing that she failed. She made a quick turn and drove high up into the hills.
"I'm sorry Marcy" she whispered.
She could almost see it happening. It was like a movie trapped in her mind constantly rewinding and playing the same scene. The desperation Emma felt when her attempt to help the young girl was denied, the look of peace on Marcy's face as she stepped into the abyss, the searing pain Emma felt when she watched Marcy's body hit the ground.
"Hood's Bar" she whispered.
Emma pulled her car into the driveway and got out…
~Revolution!~
