Chapter 5: Emptiness
The walk home was quiet for Elizabeth. She was tired and bored. At that particular moment, she hated her brother for leaving her to walk. In America, she was old enough to drive, even though she could. The irritation welled up with in her as she kicked a pinecone. It went up then came back down and hit her in the head. She had held her tongue with the words she wanted to say and just rue the moment she set foot in the country.
This specific mission was supposed to be quick. They were to make small disturbances to get everyone busy, then they were to zero in on the First National Bank. After they stole all the money, they were to make names for themselves by causing harm to one of the many superheroes in the city. It was whole demonstration to prove the mortality of the heroes that the people so loved. That done, the sect they lived in would come out prove to the world that heroes were only factions of the mind.
She thought about it a little more in depth. It was really an empty attempt to show people what they definitely were NOT missing. She snorted at the thought of being a super. Did it really matter weather or not you were super? Regular people won wars, not the symbol for which they stood. Of course, she did not mind symbol, they gave a tangible source of the inspiration of those who would give their lives for so many ungrateful people.
Maybe that was why she had not left her sect. There was no one to be ungrateful for the things done. If one did well, one excelled to one's own glory, not to the glory of a nation full of undeserving people. She thought. Of course, there was always that emptiness that came after the glory. The hushed ness of a thief's breathing after some great feat, where they were hiding waiting for someone to find them. She sighed again just taking in all of her thoughts, trying to sort them out.
There was nothing but confusion in her head. Was she supposed to have friends even if they were possible means to her destruction? She wondered. Alexander had friends- no scratch that Jordan, his alter ego, had friends not Alexander. That made a little more sense, she supposed. If she had an alter ego, she would have friends she was sure of it. Then again, she never had friends even in her own sect. Ergo, no she would not have friends. Then that left some much emptiness in her mind.
Elizabeth walked up to the dingy discolored little house and sorely missed her mansion back home. She opened the door hoping for some odd reason she hoped Alexander would be there with a warm dinner on the table. There she stood in the doorway inhaling stale cold air, all her hopes practically lay on the floor shattered. If the floor had not been so dirty, she would have been there with them. It was completely empty. There was a sofa in the living room, the adjoining dinning room there was hundreds of work out things all over the place.
She stepped across the small space into the kitchen and turned the refrigerator to her right. It was empty, with the exception of week old Chinese. Then she remember, while she was training last night, Alexander had cleaned out the house of food. Why the Chinese was still there was beyond her. She searched the rest of the kitchen and found a thing of chocolate chip cookies. She knew they were bad for her, but Elizabeth did not really care. She was hungry. She grabbed it and went down the short all way to the master bed room where the television. Why were they still there? She thought. Junk food really packed the Wight on and made one unfit for service. After the second one, she found out why. They were stale. She threw them down on the dresser. Her home was devoid of people, food and now entertainment. The television would not work. She did the only thing left, she cried herself to sleep.
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There you go, here is another chapter, sorry if it is not that great. I thought it might clear a few things up while delving a little further into the character of Lizzy. Anyway Read and Review
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