This is a drabble on Faye's past during Heroes Don't Exist. I wrote
it a long long time ago, perhaps two years ago, when the idea was
playing in my head. However, this one won't make it to Heroes Don't
Exist, but it gives you a little idea of what happened during the first
part of it.
Four Years
Furious hands managed the heavy black mane that dripped with rain drops on her pale skin. Her eyes glowed with an incandescent rage and sadness that reverberated through the silence. Biting her lip, she pulled her long strands up and folded them into a thick damp braid that fell against her back.
"So you want to know, will that make you happy?" With piercing verdant eyes, Faye finally spoke. "I was eighteen when I awoke suddenly. It felt like a rush of needles prickling throughout my skin. It was as if for those previous eighteen years nothing had existed. Everything in my life had been waiting for that cold awakening, that sick moment of putrid revelation. They kept me for four years. They took care of me and made me stronger. Taught me to fend for myself." Her pale hand reached for her purse and out came a cigarette dangling between her index and middle finger. She worked quickly and anxiously, placing the small nicotine roll on her damp lips and then reaching into the purse again for her lighter. The flame awoke the insipid fumes and she swallowed it in a gulp.
"I think a year after that is when I started trying to escape." Her breath released the heavy smoke that had traveled through her lungs. "Like a mad devil I would plan for nights and then attempt it, and they'd catch me every time. Like a damn rat in a research maze—I thought I was escaping—but instead they'd just leave little opportunities for me to see what I'd do. Every time that I had come so close and that I felt their filthy hands grab me, I would die. For four years I did nothing but die. The stronger I became and the more intricate my escapes were, the harder and more painful I would die." She stopped suddenly and wheezed a few breaths. Her emerald eyes had swollen up with tears. She sucked some of the cigarette fumes and closed her eyes. The smoke steadily rolled out of her mouth and plagued the air around her. When her eyelids flew open, the tears had already dissipated into the vastness visible in her stare. "They drugged me until I could barely talk anymore. Four years I endured all that to end up drugged in a glass prison."
"What happened?" His voice barely reached her ears.
"I finally got away." She smiled sullenly. "But you know what's funny? All these years, 24 years of memories and all I can remember is those damn four years. Nothing else. Everything is blank, dead in my mind, but those goddamn four years."