Omega Web: El Dia de los Muertos written by JayVitolo
Disclaimer: Don't own the rights, never will.
Author's Notes: If you haven't already, read the Ouroboros Chronicles, since this fanfiction branches off of it. With that said, I feel the need to explain the absence of Jarod's family. I decided to focus on the relationship between Jarod, Miss Parker, and the Centre so if any of Jarod's family or Zoe appears, it will be in a minor role.
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"Miss Parker doesn't look too good Sydney. She hasn't left her office since she came in." Broots looks up from his computer screen to stare at the psychiatrist.
Sydney still hovers over the back of Broots. "I've noticed that too. She doesn't have the usual confident aura around her."
Broots looks back to the computer screen while voicing a thought. "Something bad must've happened two days ago. I wonder what it was?"
Back in Miss Parker's office, the phone rings. It's been ringing every ten minutes on the dot, but Parker has yet to pick it up. What if it's the stalker? Is she ready to deal with this mad man? What does he want?
Against her better judgment, she picks up the phone. "Hello?"
"You sound a little meek today Miss Parker. Or should I say Marie?"
She slams the phone back into the cradle as a look of fear invades her face. Where is he? Why is he doing this? What did she ever do to deserve this torture? Without hesitation, she opens her cell pone and dials an old number. "Please be there."
A tired response is heard as Jarod answers his phone. "Hello?" And then a yawn.
"Payback's a bitch isn't it, Jarod?" Parker can't avoid the thought of finally waking him up instead of the roles begin reversed.
"Marie, what's wrong?" The pretender's voice registers his concern.
"He knows my number. He just called me."
"Did you tell Broots or Sydney yet?"
She looks at the door of her office, wondering what the tech and psychiatrist know. What would they do to help? "No."
A sigh of frustration is heard. "I'll be there. Tel them before I show up, please?"
"What am I supposed to say? Excuse me Sydney, but there is a freak watching everything Jarod and I do. And I mean everything." She sighs. "That's rather personal there, don't you think?"
"Just say we're being stalked by somebody or something. Like I said, give me a few minutes an I'll be there to help you out."
"But Jarod." The dial tone is the only thing talking to her now. She pulls her phone away from her ear and looks its fragile form. "Why do you always do that?"
With a groan she exits her seat and prepares for the death march to the tech room, hoping Sydney and Broots are still there. Ever since Broots has been given full use of security, he never seems to leave. What project are those two working on now?
Jarod hurries through the small apartment getting dressed while also searching for a jacket. Delaware can be brutal to somebody who is unprepared. Once he has everything that is needed, he opens the door to find a brown packet attached on the front.
Turning back his the bed, he tears the top off and dumps the contents. Pictures and papers spill over the bed forming a patchwork of his life. He digs through noticing snap shots of him with his father and sister, pictures of Ethan, even pictures of his now deceased brother Kyle. The most disturbing part is half the shot of Kyle are of his autopsy.
In disgust, Jarod throws the pictures back into the package and then notices the papers. Upon a closer examination he discovers they are Certificates of Death. There are four of them: Catherine Parker, Kyle, Dr. William Raines, and Faith Parker. He carefully places them back into the package and tucks it under his arm before leaving the hotel room. Jarod reaches into his pocket to pull out a roll of clear tape and turns back to his door. After tearing a piece of tape off the roll, he carefully places it on the door seam. Now if anybody enters, he'll know it.
Carefully he gets into his car and drives towards the Centre, always checking the rearview mirrors for anybody following him. Who in the hell is this guy and where is he getting all of this stuff? It's like he knows everything about the past and his goal is to make sure Jarod and Parker realize this.
Back in the tech room, Miss Parker walks in on Broots and Sydney as they continue to stare at the computer screen. "What are you two doing now?"
Sydney looks up to see Parker standing in front of them with her arms crossed at the chest. He smiles as he realizes she finally left her office. "It's good to see you're still alive." He looks back at the screen. "Broots and I were just studying the brain patterns of a nine year old, who was subjected to a Horror movie."
A beep is heard as a sense of fear is registered in the young boy's unconscious mind. The beep startles Miss Parker as she begins to look around. Broots what happened and looks at her with concern written on his face. "Are you okay Miss P? You seem a little jumpy."
"I'm ok. But I need to talk with you two alone." She leans in closer to them as if she expects Mr. Raines to pop out of the shadows. "Any chance you boys could meet me in my office, now?"
Broots and Sydney have a puzzled look on their faces. Sydney finally addresses the concern. "But Parker, anybody that could hurt us is dead. Why all the secrecy?"
Sydney is answered by a grim expression before Parker stands back up and turns to leave. As she gets to the door, she looks over her left shoulder. "Evidently, not everybody Syd."
The doors shut behind her as Broots turns the monitor off. "Now what did she mean by that?" They both walk through the tech room doors as Sydney barely manages a shrug.
Miss Parker walks back into her office and notices a basket sitting in the middle of her desk; the contents seem to be overflowing. Grapes and apples are scattered while an envelope is tied to the top. Parker pulls the envelop off as she bits into one of the many red apples. She opens it to see a DSA where a card should be and curiosity gets the better of her. She places the disk into the player slot and turns it on.
The screen flickers to life with a picture of her distraught mother, Catherine. She's holding a list of names, the children she would be taking from the Centre that night. Every name is crossed off but one, the name of Jarod. Catherine is talking to Sydney pleading him to help Jarod escape.
"Sydney, please. He doesn't belong here, you know what they did to Timmy and what Raines is doing to his brother Kyle." Catherine sounds like she is begging for her life. "Who knows what will happen to Jarod if he is kept here."
The Psychiatrist looks like he wants to help but he can't. "Catherine. I know he shouldn't be here. I know there are people looking for him. But if he escapes, there will be even more dangerous people looking for him. For his own safety he must remain here."
"Why Sydney? Why can't you just turn your back and forget he ever came here?" Tears fall from Catherine's eyes.
"Because I love him as a son." Sydney looks away from Catherine before glancing at the floor. "He's the closest I have to a son and I can't allow you to take him away from me."
Catherine wipes a tear from his cheek. "Then make sure you watch over him. Let nothing bad ever come of this poor boy." She sighs before walking away. "But never let him know of his past, his name, or his family. It will only bring pain and mistrust."
The screen shuts off, as Parker can't believe what she has seen. The apple falls from her hand and proceeds to bounce towards the door. Parker closes the case to see Sydney standing in the doorway with an expression of shame. Broots is next to him with an open mouth and wide eyes.
"I never should have allowed Jarod the freedom he had, the questions he asked. Why could I not foresee the consequences the way Catherine had?" Sydney hangs his head in shame as he goes to leave.
"Wait Sydney, what is Jarod's name?" Parker can't believe she just asked that question.
Sydney is already in the hallway but answers before the door closes. "Greene."
Jarod's car screeches to a halt in the Centre's garage and is quickly shut off. The car's door is open before it fully stops, but Jarod doesn't care. He quickly runs to the stairs and races up them towards the lobby. He bursts into Miss Parker's office to see Broots sitting on the sofa, staring at the wall across from him and Parker station behind her desk, staring at the DSA case.
"Um, Marie. What did I miss?" Jarod's face is twisted in confusion.
"A lot." The only words she can choke out. She spins the DSA player around so Jarod can see it and hits the play button.
The same scene plays for Jarod, the exact same one that Parker has witnessed. In the end, Jarod is just as shocked. Sydney knew about his past, regarded him as a son, and denied Catherine from helping him escape. Sydney was the reason Jarod has been here for so long. But why?
He looks across the desk at Miss Parker who lets out a sigh. "What did Catherine mean by Sydney can't let me know about my past, my name, or my family? What is he keeping from me?"
"Your last name. And most likely your father." Parker can see the hurt is his eyes. Why did she answer his question? "Your last name is Greene. As in Sydney Greene."
Jarod falls backward into a wall as his eyes dart around the office. "Sydney's my father? Then who is Major Charles?"
In Sydney's office, he is looking at the Father's Day card Jarod made for him so long ago. He opens it to see the picture Jarod drew of them holding hands. The occurrence plays over and over in his mind. Jarod made this card because he saw Sydney as his father, but Sydney threw it away in front of him saying it was meant for somebody else. He kept asking himself why he kept the card. Why didn't he tell Jarod about his past, the connections that he and Jarod have.
Now is better than ever. He picks up the phone sitting at the head of his desk and dials Jarod's number. No answer. Instead, Jarod walks into his office with a confused look. "What's going on Sydney? My last name is Greene. You need to explain something."
Sydney looks up at the pretender leaning on his desk. "Yes I do. It's about your family and who you really are."
"Continue."
"I adopted you once you came into the Centre. I was informed that your parents died in a plane crash and you were brought here because you had nowhere else to be." Sydney slowly inhales and exhales as the words find his tongue. "I was informed by Catherine that your parents were still alive which happened a day before the DSA you saw. You have to understand Jarod. I kept you alive by keeping you in the dark about your family. The less you knew, the greater chance you would see the next day." He is now staring into Jarod's eyes.
"So why didn't you tell me back in 1996 when I asked you?"
"I wanted to find indisputable proof. I didn't want to tell you one thing and then have it be completely wrong."
Jarod sighs as he looks at the Father's Day card. His face brightens as he picks it up and opens it. "You kept it. But I saw you throw it away."
"Don't believe everything you see Jarod." Sydney's voice was full of emotion as he grinned at Jarod's happiness. "I had to throw it away so Raines didn't think we grew too attached and talked Mr. Parker into transferring you to his care."
"You were always watching out for me Syd. Thank you." Jarod places the card back on Sydney's desk and looks at his mentor. "I have some more disturbing news from the stalker."
"What stalker?" Jarod winces at the question realizing that Parker never told Sydney or Broots. He reaches into his jacket for the stalker's latest gift and places it in front of the elder psychiatrist.
A look of pure confusion engulfs Sydney's face as he looks over the pictures and reads the papers. "My god, these are death certificates. Catherine, Raines, Faith and Kyle." After he sifts through the pictures he holds up the autopsy photo of Kyle. "How could somebody get their hands on these?"
"That's what Parker and I must find out before it becomes to late." Jarod reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper, the note that was left in the box of pictures back in Pennsylvania. He shows it to Sydney.
"This guy has been following me for the last seven years of my life. I haven't heard from this man until now." Jarod takes a deep breath before continuing. "And now Parker is being involve through our association."
Sydney reads over the note ad looks back at Jarod. "I'll have Angelo look this over as soon as possible." A deep sigh exits Sydney. "Maybe he'll be able to shed some light for the both of you. In the mean time, get Broots to enhance Parker's security system. You might be safe together."
Jarod smirks at what happened the last time he and Parker were in that house together. "Strength in numbers." He looks towards the door before looking back at Syd. "Just make sure Parker is okay. I can deal with this after the Alex incident, I just don't know if she can."
He leaves as Sydney looks at the card on his desk, a sudden sigh leaving the man's body as the metal doors swing shut. "I just wish I could've been a better father to you Jarod. Taken better care of you."
Marie Parker is pacing around her office twirling the DSA between her fingers. "How could anybody sneak into this place, steal a DSA, and then send it back here without us knowing?" She pauses expecting the shadows to answer her question, but continues after no answer is given. "Why would somebody go through all this trouble to sow animosity between Jarod and Sydney?"
"Because Sydney does not deserve the love Jarod gives him." The answer catches Parker off guard as she spins towards her door. As she looks, she can't believe her eyes. The man standing in front of her is the one man she never thought she'd see again.
The urge comes back as tears fill her eyes. "Daddy?" The word is hollow now it carries no significance anymore. Now it is just a nickname. "I thought you were dead. Why did it take you so long to come back here?" Everything becomes blurry.
"You know the answers Angel. Look inside." Mr. Parker walks towards the woman he regarded as his daughter her whole life.
"Why didn't you tell me I was adopted?" Tears are flowing down her cheeks now. The emotions keep building inside her.
"You know the answers Angel. Look inside." Mr. Parker repeats the phrase. And just as fast as he appeared, he vanishes. Marie blinks a few times as the harsh reality comes back, the room returns to focus and Jarod is shaking her.
"Marie, Marie! Are you okay?" He has a firm grasp on her shoulders as concern floods his face.
"J, Jarod?" Reality hits her with a cruel backhand. She imagined the whole thing; her adopted father is really dead.
"It's okay Marie. I'm here now." He holds her close as the built up emotions finally break her seal. Tears stream down her face as memories and insecurities come back and overflow. "We will stop this. I promise you, we will end this torment."
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Disclaimer: Don't own the rights, never will.
Author's Notes: If you haven't already, read the Ouroboros Chronicles, since this fanfiction branches off of it. With that said, I feel the need to explain the absence of Jarod's family. I decided to focus on the relationship between Jarod, Miss Parker, and the Centre so if any of Jarod's family or Zoe appears, it will be in a minor role.
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"Miss Parker doesn't look too good Sydney. She hasn't left her office since she came in." Broots looks up from his computer screen to stare at the psychiatrist.
Sydney still hovers over the back of Broots. "I've noticed that too. She doesn't have the usual confident aura around her."
Broots looks back to the computer screen while voicing a thought. "Something bad must've happened two days ago. I wonder what it was?"
Back in Miss Parker's office, the phone rings. It's been ringing every ten minutes on the dot, but Parker has yet to pick it up. What if it's the stalker? Is she ready to deal with this mad man? What does he want?
Against her better judgment, she picks up the phone. "Hello?"
"You sound a little meek today Miss Parker. Or should I say Marie?"
She slams the phone back into the cradle as a look of fear invades her face. Where is he? Why is he doing this? What did she ever do to deserve this torture? Without hesitation, she opens her cell pone and dials an old number. "Please be there."
A tired response is heard as Jarod answers his phone. "Hello?" And then a yawn.
"Payback's a bitch isn't it, Jarod?" Parker can't avoid the thought of finally waking him up instead of the roles begin reversed.
"Marie, what's wrong?" The pretender's voice registers his concern.
"He knows my number. He just called me."
"Did you tell Broots or Sydney yet?"
She looks at the door of her office, wondering what the tech and psychiatrist know. What would they do to help? "No."
A sigh of frustration is heard. "I'll be there. Tel them before I show up, please?"
"What am I supposed to say? Excuse me Sydney, but there is a freak watching everything Jarod and I do. And I mean everything." She sighs. "That's rather personal there, don't you think?"
"Just say we're being stalked by somebody or something. Like I said, give me a few minutes an I'll be there to help you out."
"But Jarod." The dial tone is the only thing talking to her now. She pulls her phone away from her ear and looks its fragile form. "Why do you always do that?"
With a groan she exits her seat and prepares for the death march to the tech room, hoping Sydney and Broots are still there. Ever since Broots has been given full use of security, he never seems to leave. What project are those two working on now?
Jarod hurries through the small apartment getting dressed while also searching for a jacket. Delaware can be brutal to somebody who is unprepared. Once he has everything that is needed, he opens the door to find a brown packet attached on the front.
Turning back his the bed, he tears the top off and dumps the contents. Pictures and papers spill over the bed forming a patchwork of his life. He digs through noticing snap shots of him with his father and sister, pictures of Ethan, even pictures of his now deceased brother Kyle. The most disturbing part is half the shot of Kyle are of his autopsy.
In disgust, Jarod throws the pictures back into the package and then notices the papers. Upon a closer examination he discovers they are Certificates of Death. There are four of them: Catherine Parker, Kyle, Dr. William Raines, and Faith Parker. He carefully places them back into the package and tucks it under his arm before leaving the hotel room. Jarod reaches into his pocket to pull out a roll of clear tape and turns back to his door. After tearing a piece of tape off the roll, he carefully places it on the door seam. Now if anybody enters, he'll know it.
Carefully he gets into his car and drives towards the Centre, always checking the rearview mirrors for anybody following him. Who in the hell is this guy and where is he getting all of this stuff? It's like he knows everything about the past and his goal is to make sure Jarod and Parker realize this.
Back in the tech room, Miss Parker walks in on Broots and Sydney as they continue to stare at the computer screen. "What are you two doing now?"
Sydney looks up to see Parker standing in front of them with her arms crossed at the chest. He smiles as he realizes she finally left her office. "It's good to see you're still alive." He looks back at the screen. "Broots and I were just studying the brain patterns of a nine year old, who was subjected to a Horror movie."
A beep is heard as a sense of fear is registered in the young boy's unconscious mind. The beep startles Miss Parker as she begins to look around. Broots what happened and looks at her with concern written on his face. "Are you okay Miss P? You seem a little jumpy."
"I'm ok. But I need to talk with you two alone." She leans in closer to them as if she expects Mr. Raines to pop out of the shadows. "Any chance you boys could meet me in my office, now?"
Broots and Sydney have a puzzled look on their faces. Sydney finally addresses the concern. "But Parker, anybody that could hurt us is dead. Why all the secrecy?"
Sydney is answered by a grim expression before Parker stands back up and turns to leave. As she gets to the door, she looks over her left shoulder. "Evidently, not everybody Syd."
The doors shut behind her as Broots turns the monitor off. "Now what did she mean by that?" They both walk through the tech room doors as Sydney barely manages a shrug.
Miss Parker walks back into her office and notices a basket sitting in the middle of her desk; the contents seem to be overflowing. Grapes and apples are scattered while an envelope is tied to the top. Parker pulls the envelop off as she bits into one of the many red apples. She opens it to see a DSA where a card should be and curiosity gets the better of her. She places the disk into the player slot and turns it on.
The screen flickers to life with a picture of her distraught mother, Catherine. She's holding a list of names, the children she would be taking from the Centre that night. Every name is crossed off but one, the name of Jarod. Catherine is talking to Sydney pleading him to help Jarod escape.
"Sydney, please. He doesn't belong here, you know what they did to Timmy and what Raines is doing to his brother Kyle." Catherine sounds like she is begging for her life. "Who knows what will happen to Jarod if he is kept here."
The Psychiatrist looks like he wants to help but he can't. "Catherine. I know he shouldn't be here. I know there are people looking for him. But if he escapes, there will be even more dangerous people looking for him. For his own safety he must remain here."
"Why Sydney? Why can't you just turn your back and forget he ever came here?" Tears fall from Catherine's eyes.
"Because I love him as a son." Sydney looks away from Catherine before glancing at the floor. "He's the closest I have to a son and I can't allow you to take him away from me."
Catherine wipes a tear from his cheek. "Then make sure you watch over him. Let nothing bad ever come of this poor boy." She sighs before walking away. "But never let him know of his past, his name, or his family. It will only bring pain and mistrust."
The screen shuts off, as Parker can't believe what she has seen. The apple falls from her hand and proceeds to bounce towards the door. Parker closes the case to see Sydney standing in the doorway with an expression of shame. Broots is next to him with an open mouth and wide eyes.
"I never should have allowed Jarod the freedom he had, the questions he asked. Why could I not foresee the consequences the way Catherine had?" Sydney hangs his head in shame as he goes to leave.
"Wait Sydney, what is Jarod's name?" Parker can't believe she just asked that question.
Sydney is already in the hallway but answers before the door closes. "Greene."
Jarod's car screeches to a halt in the Centre's garage and is quickly shut off. The car's door is open before it fully stops, but Jarod doesn't care. He quickly runs to the stairs and races up them towards the lobby. He bursts into Miss Parker's office to see Broots sitting on the sofa, staring at the wall across from him and Parker station behind her desk, staring at the DSA case.
"Um, Marie. What did I miss?" Jarod's face is twisted in confusion.
"A lot." The only words she can choke out. She spins the DSA player around so Jarod can see it and hits the play button.
The same scene plays for Jarod, the exact same one that Parker has witnessed. In the end, Jarod is just as shocked. Sydney knew about his past, regarded him as a son, and denied Catherine from helping him escape. Sydney was the reason Jarod has been here for so long. But why?
He looks across the desk at Miss Parker who lets out a sigh. "What did Catherine mean by Sydney can't let me know about my past, my name, or my family? What is he keeping from me?"
"Your last name. And most likely your father." Parker can see the hurt is his eyes. Why did she answer his question? "Your last name is Greene. As in Sydney Greene."
Jarod falls backward into a wall as his eyes dart around the office. "Sydney's my father? Then who is Major Charles?"
In Sydney's office, he is looking at the Father's Day card Jarod made for him so long ago. He opens it to see the picture Jarod drew of them holding hands. The occurrence plays over and over in his mind. Jarod made this card because he saw Sydney as his father, but Sydney threw it away in front of him saying it was meant for somebody else. He kept asking himself why he kept the card. Why didn't he tell Jarod about his past, the connections that he and Jarod have.
Now is better than ever. He picks up the phone sitting at the head of his desk and dials Jarod's number. No answer. Instead, Jarod walks into his office with a confused look. "What's going on Sydney? My last name is Greene. You need to explain something."
Sydney looks up at the pretender leaning on his desk. "Yes I do. It's about your family and who you really are."
"Continue."
"I adopted you once you came into the Centre. I was informed that your parents died in a plane crash and you were brought here because you had nowhere else to be." Sydney slowly inhales and exhales as the words find his tongue. "I was informed by Catherine that your parents were still alive which happened a day before the DSA you saw. You have to understand Jarod. I kept you alive by keeping you in the dark about your family. The less you knew, the greater chance you would see the next day." He is now staring into Jarod's eyes.
"So why didn't you tell me back in 1996 when I asked you?"
"I wanted to find indisputable proof. I didn't want to tell you one thing and then have it be completely wrong."
Jarod sighs as he looks at the Father's Day card. His face brightens as he picks it up and opens it. "You kept it. But I saw you throw it away."
"Don't believe everything you see Jarod." Sydney's voice was full of emotion as he grinned at Jarod's happiness. "I had to throw it away so Raines didn't think we grew too attached and talked Mr. Parker into transferring you to his care."
"You were always watching out for me Syd. Thank you." Jarod places the card back on Sydney's desk and looks at his mentor. "I have some more disturbing news from the stalker."
"What stalker?" Jarod winces at the question realizing that Parker never told Sydney or Broots. He reaches into his jacket for the stalker's latest gift and places it in front of the elder psychiatrist.
A look of pure confusion engulfs Sydney's face as he looks over the pictures and reads the papers. "My god, these are death certificates. Catherine, Raines, Faith and Kyle." After he sifts through the pictures he holds up the autopsy photo of Kyle. "How could somebody get their hands on these?"
"That's what Parker and I must find out before it becomes to late." Jarod reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper, the note that was left in the box of pictures back in Pennsylvania. He shows it to Sydney.
"This guy has been following me for the last seven years of my life. I haven't heard from this man until now." Jarod takes a deep breath before continuing. "And now Parker is being involve through our association."
Sydney reads over the note ad looks back at Jarod. "I'll have Angelo look this over as soon as possible." A deep sigh exits Sydney. "Maybe he'll be able to shed some light for the both of you. In the mean time, get Broots to enhance Parker's security system. You might be safe together."
Jarod smirks at what happened the last time he and Parker were in that house together. "Strength in numbers." He looks towards the door before looking back at Syd. "Just make sure Parker is okay. I can deal with this after the Alex incident, I just don't know if she can."
He leaves as Sydney looks at the card on his desk, a sudden sigh leaving the man's body as the metal doors swing shut. "I just wish I could've been a better father to you Jarod. Taken better care of you."
Marie Parker is pacing around her office twirling the DSA between her fingers. "How could anybody sneak into this place, steal a DSA, and then send it back here without us knowing?" She pauses expecting the shadows to answer her question, but continues after no answer is given. "Why would somebody go through all this trouble to sow animosity between Jarod and Sydney?"
"Because Sydney does not deserve the love Jarod gives him." The answer catches Parker off guard as she spins towards her door. As she looks, she can't believe her eyes. The man standing in front of her is the one man she never thought she'd see again.
The urge comes back as tears fill her eyes. "Daddy?" The word is hollow now it carries no significance anymore. Now it is just a nickname. "I thought you were dead. Why did it take you so long to come back here?" Everything becomes blurry.
"You know the answers Angel. Look inside." Mr. Parker walks towards the woman he regarded as his daughter her whole life.
"Why didn't you tell me I was adopted?" Tears are flowing down her cheeks now. The emotions keep building inside her.
"You know the answers Angel. Look inside." Mr. Parker repeats the phrase. And just as fast as he appeared, he vanishes. Marie blinks a few times as the harsh reality comes back, the room returns to focus and Jarod is shaking her.
"Marie, Marie! Are you okay?" He has a firm grasp on her shoulders as concern floods his face.
"J, Jarod?" Reality hits her with a cruel backhand. She imagined the whole thing; her adopted father is really dead.
"It's okay Marie. I'm here now." He holds her close as the built up emotions finally break her seal. Tears stream down her face as memories and insecurities come back and overflow. "We will stop this. I promise you, we will end this torment."
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