CHAP 2.
The rain was heavy over the earth like a blanket, an unstoppable force drenching
everything in it's path. A girl walked along the soaked grass that was out skirting a dreary
cemetery. She looked over her shoulder at an on going funeral. Her icy blue eyes darted
from person to person. She blinked curiously. The preacher went on with his speech, only
glancing at the young girl once as she walked towards the procession. She got a few odd
glances from the guests, but nothing she couldn't handle. Memories flashed through her
mind. The laboratory, Kurt, Stryker...her parents.... she barely remembered them.
She was only six when they gave her away. Said they couldn't handle her. For the
government to do with her as they wished. She swallowed the lump that had formed in
her throat. The casket was being lowered into the ground, and Aurora leaned over to see
it. The funeral procession broke up, and sobs were heard as the people left, arm in arm, to
their cars. The girl watched them leave with un blinking eyes. She knelt down in the mud
next to the freshly buried casket.
"It's Aurora." She said, her voice un-wavering. "hi mom. Glad I found you." She
said to the new grave. "just wish you were..well...y'know...LIVING. See, I have
a few questions to ask you." Her eyes kept their cold gaze, and no tears fell. "Let's start
with the first and foremost question. Why, mom? Why did you hand me over to the
government?! I was your child, mom! Not garbage! I was six friggin' years old and
you...you threw me away." She punched the mud. The grave. "and then I go to find you
and you go and die on me before I even get to you! That's great mom, just great. You
know, I should've expected as much from you." She laughed and lifted her face to the
sky. "as if you'd actually reply to me, right? Here I am talking to a dead person. Can you
say INSANE?" She collapsed against the earth, trembling.
"excuse me?" a man's voice came from behind her.
"wha-" she turned around to come face to face to a very unsympathetic looking
police officer. "uh...can I help you officer?" she asked, batting her long eyelashes in
mock innocence. His furrowed brow seemed to tighten even more.
"I think you'll need to come with me." He reached out to grab her hand but she
pulled it away, defensively.
"don't worry, 'Columbo', I'm leaving." She stood from the grave and brushed
herself off.
"Excuse me?" the officer shot out his hand again, this time snatching her wrist
from her side. "I know who you are." Sneered the officer, shaking a finger in her face.
"Um...I don't think so. I'd DEFINETLY remember someone
as..uh...EMPATHETIC as you." She said, once again yanking her small, scarred hand
from his grasp. The officer pulled out his gun, pointing it at her face. Her eyes widened at
the sight of it. A meek little "huh...." was all that managed to escape her throat. He
pressed the cold barrel against her temple. "you're coming with me..got that?" she
nodded fearfully, Afraid to use her powers, knowing one more use of them could kill
her..and reluctantly let him place the cuffs on her.
The rain was heavy over the earth like a blanket, an unstoppable force drenching
everything in it's path. A girl walked along the soaked grass that was out skirting a dreary
cemetery. She looked over her shoulder at an on going funeral. Her icy blue eyes darted
from person to person. She blinked curiously. The preacher went on with his speech, only
glancing at the young girl once as she walked towards the procession. She got a few odd
glances from the guests, but nothing she couldn't handle. Memories flashed through her
mind. The laboratory, Kurt, Stryker...her parents.... she barely remembered them.
She was only six when they gave her away. Said they couldn't handle her. For the
government to do with her as they wished. She swallowed the lump that had formed in
her throat. The casket was being lowered into the ground, and Aurora leaned over to see
it. The funeral procession broke up, and sobs were heard as the people left, arm in arm, to
their cars. The girl watched them leave with un blinking eyes. She knelt down in the mud
next to the freshly buried casket.
"It's Aurora." She said, her voice un-wavering. "hi mom. Glad I found you." She
said to the new grave. "just wish you were..well...y'know...LIVING. See, I have
a few questions to ask you." Her eyes kept their cold gaze, and no tears fell. "Let's start
with the first and foremost question. Why, mom? Why did you hand me over to the
government?! I was your child, mom! Not garbage! I was six friggin' years old and
you...you threw me away." She punched the mud. The grave. "and then I go to find you
and you go and die on me before I even get to you! That's great mom, just great. You
know, I should've expected as much from you." She laughed and lifted her face to the
sky. "as if you'd actually reply to me, right? Here I am talking to a dead person. Can you
say INSANE?" She collapsed against the earth, trembling.
"excuse me?" a man's voice came from behind her.
"wha-" she turned around to come face to face to a very unsympathetic looking
police officer. "uh...can I help you officer?" she asked, batting her long eyelashes in
mock innocence. His furrowed brow seemed to tighten even more.
"I think you'll need to come with me." He reached out to grab her hand but she
pulled it away, defensively.
"don't worry, 'Columbo', I'm leaving." She stood from the grave and brushed
herself off.
"Excuse me?" the officer shot out his hand again, this time snatching her wrist
from her side. "I know who you are." Sneered the officer, shaking a finger in her face.
"Um...I don't think so. I'd DEFINETLY remember someone
as..uh...EMPATHETIC as you." She said, once again yanking her small, scarred hand
from his grasp. The officer pulled out his gun, pointing it at her face. Her eyes widened at
the sight of it. A meek little "huh...." was all that managed to escape her throat. He
pressed the cold barrel against her temple. "you're coming with me..got that?" she
nodded fearfully, Afraid to use her powers, knowing one more use of them could kill
her..and reluctantly let him place the cuffs on her.
