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Wisteria sat up fast, her hand reaching underneath her pillow for her knife. How the hell was that kid was in this room?
As soon as she sat up, the room was empty. No one there. Just the TV blaring. Wisteria passed a hand over her eyes and sighed. "Must've dozed off for a second there." She looked at herself in the mirror. "She's dead, Wist. And you can't go without sleep forever, no matter how hard you try."
Something in her gut told her she hadn't been asleep at all. She had never mistrusted her gut, but she wasn't going to start arguing with herself over whether she was seeing dead people or not. It was a dream, and that was all there was to it.
Maybe some cold water would help her to shake off the bad feeling. She went into their small white bathroom and began splashing water into her face. The icy pelts of liquid helped her face reality. It was just fatigue mixed with dozing dreams that had made her see Jeniffer. She was amazed she could still remember the girl's name. That was a long time ago.
The light in the bathroom flickered ominously. She felt hot breath in her ear, a sneering voice speaking softly. "You led us right to the other mutants, didn't you? You would have thought you'd have left by now, trying to protect them. You remember what happened last time...the redhead died because of you...and your parents."
That voice was paralyzing. But as soon as the light stopped flickering she spun. She was alone. White she hadn't killed yet. She was still looking for him. Was it possible he was here? But how had he entered without her even knowing it? How was it possible he was here?
Wisteria cast a glare in the direction of the light. She'd have to remember to get it replaced as soon as possible.
"Has it really been two years, mutant?" White asked her calmly from the otherside of the table. Every day since three days after the little girl had died they had played this game. They had left her corpse in her cell for two or three days. The stench was horrible. She stared into Jeniffer's empty sockets for that period of time and felt herself losing her last grips on reality. She had committed the ultimate evil. She was just as bad as they said she was.
In all reality, she didn't exist.
And now she, everyday, they questioned her. Every day. Same question. She'd tell them if she knew the answer. But she didn't.
White continued. "Two years since we first brought you back here, under our wing. You've always belonged to us, you know. They just stole you away. And we had to hurt you to get you back to your original state. You're a soldier. A ruthless killer. You could be evil, but since we weild you, you do good."
She knew all of this already. She waited for him to go on.
"And yet, in all the days we have asked you, you still do not answer us. Where are the other mutants?"
"I don't know." She had never met another mutant. She sometimes wondered if she was the only mutant alive. And if that was the case, why did they ask her these questions?
She didn't know. She didn't wonder any more.
White smiled in an almost fatherly way at her. "I had a feeling you would say that. Know that I know you are lieing. I thought we had completely broken you. Apparently we haven't, and we have some work to do." When she only watched him with dull eyes, he turned toward the door behind her. "Bring them in."
Arianne didn't turn as she heard the doors slide open softly, and heard guards drag something in. It sounded like two somethings. There were muffled yells issuing from the somethings. Were they bringing her more traitors to terminate? It wasn't killing anymore. Nothing had any meaning. She watched White's smile widen. "Turn and look, my dear."
Arianne obeyed, and surveyed two people with hands pinned behind their backs and mouths gagged. The male was struggling the most. The female had been crying. Both looked oddly familiar...they were older, grown...she struggled to bring up where she had seen their faces, and why they brought up such feelings of comfort and horror at once. Deep in her gut she felt they shouldn't be there.
The male's eyes had widened slightly, and his gag had slipped from his mouth as the guard loosened it. "Arianne? Is that...it can't be."
She heard White laugh. "See the monster your daughter is?" Who were they talking about. The other female? She was the only other 'she' in the room. She had a name once...
The guard kicked the male forward, and Arianne felt a shock go through her that brought her to her knees. White's voice sounded again. "We have guns trained on you and your daughter. Go to her. See if she even recognizes you."
Arianne expected the man to go to his companion that had been brought in with him, but he staggered toward her, dropping to his knees and cupping her face in his hands. "Ari, honey, it's me. It's your dad." Her father? But...had she ever had one? She supposed it was impossible for her to not have a biological one, but the memories seemed blurry. As no sign of recognition flickered across her face, he sighed and she looked into his blue eyes, deeply troubled. "What have they done to you?" What had they done to her? She couldn't remember.
Protected her. Taught her. Rescued her. Saved her.
The man continued to talk to her softly, stroking her face with his thumb. "Sweetie, I'm your dad. You are Arianne Devon. Do you remember anything? Your mother? Me? Yourself? Anything?" She remembered her cell. She remembered...
I am Arianne Devon.
Carving it in mindlessly every night.
I am Arianne Devon. I am Arianne Devon. I am Arianne Devon.
Her body began to shake in both fear and shock as the memories came in in floods. Summers at the beach. Movie marathons. The day she learned to ride a bike. Her last basketball game. Her father's arms enveloped her and rocked her gently as she began to cry into his shoulder. "It's okay. It's okay, honey, it's alright." She could hear them unbinding her mother. Were they finally releasing her? Was this the end of the nightmare?
Her dad was being torn away from her, and she grasped at him to tried to keep them from taking him away, but they did. White now stood in front of her, peering down on her tear stained face. "We offer a trade." He pointed at her parents. "Their lives for what you know. You tell us where the mutants are, or they die."
In her current state of shock, this was too much to deal with. She didn't know where the mutants were. She never had. "I don't know where they are. I've never met another mutant. You took me away when I first became one, remember?" She said through gritted teeth. She tried to glare, but she felt just as broken as she always had. Broken, hurt, hungry, tired...White smiled a cruel grin.
"Liar." He turned to the guard. "Hold them still. The father should go first." He drew out a small pistol and stood a moment away from her father, gun pointed at his head.
Arianne began to whimper. "Please..." She whispered. "I'm not lieing...don't..." The gun shot was loud. And all of her pleas were too late. She heard her mother let out a bitten back cry. White turned to her, a look of mock grief on his expression. "He needn't have died. If you hadn't lied, he wouldn't have." He pointed the gun at her mother. "Need she die too?"
Arianne almost felt like yelling at this point. She tried to get up but couldn't. "I don't know anything! I really don't!" A second gunshot filled the hall, though this time the blood billowed from the stomach. The pain in her mother's eyes was unbearable.
White smiled sadly. "Say your goodbyes. Apologize for it being your fault. She has minutes left, I imagine."
She could move now. She crawled over to her mother and laid down beside her, feeling the wet, warm blood underneath her. Blood. A river of blood. Tons of blood, everywhere, like a dark sticky pool. Her mother tried to speak but only soft moans came out. "I'm so sorry, mom." Arianne whispered. "This is my fault."
Her mother smiled and shook her head slightly. "I love you, Ari. I don't blame you..." The words were laboured, and as she spoke the last word the light went from her eyes. Dead eyes.
Like Jeniffer's dead eyes.
Arianne stood slowly, turning to face White. She felt dead inside. Numb. Worthless. White smiled condescendingly and spoke. "See what you do, mutant? You hurt. You only cause pain. Anywhere you go, anyone you care for, we will find and destroy. And it will always be your fault. It will be until you join your dead parents that you murdered." He didn't even notice the rumbles growing underneath his feet. She didn't notice them either. She felt strangely light. And scared. And angry. Furious waves of blind anger coursing through her. It felt right. It felt good. White just kept on speaking. The guards were looking doubtful as the ceiling began to crack. "Everything that goes wrong is your fault. You don't deserve to be alive. You don't even exist."
Vines began coming from the ceiling slowly. Bits of ceiling came down. The lights were flickering. She just concentrated on that anger. Something in her wanted to make White stop speaking. Forever. She wanted them to stop...all of them. All of them, even the guards, even anyone who had ever set foot in the building. She was dimly aware that they were running now, and White was yelling at her to stop, and they were trying to shock her into submission using the manacles and the collar. But she didn't feel any of it. She was used to the pain; it was like the stinging of bees, and it fueled her anger. It felt good.
As the building crashed down around her, she was dimly aware that vines had wrapped around her and were taking her out of there before she could be crushed. Something in her subconcious was getting her out of there. She wanted to make sure White was dead...but by the time she reached the outside she realized the entire building was just one big tomb. A tomb for evil and good, and for two years.
When Arianne passed out, it was at the side of the road, miles and miles away...maybe even hundred of miles away. That anger had moved her so fast and so completely; she had no idea what her powers could do. No idea. But that anger had taken her away from the tombs, and the sand and desert that had been around them to a place with grass and trees and paved streets. She had no idea where she had been, or where she was now, but there was light here. The lights were friendly.
When she passed out, the last thing she saw was the lights being blocked out by some form that looked like a person...friendly or not, she didn't care anymore.
Wisteria ran into Dani on her way out of the room. "The lightbulb in the bathroom needs replacing, Dani." Wisteria told her before going around her. Dani looked at her strangely.
"I just replaced it two days ago."
"We must be having a power shortage then."
Dani was still giving her a strange look. Wisteria let it slide. She had to find something to do, somewhere to be. Something to think about besides all that was running through her mind.
She descended the stairs in steps of twos and threes, hoping that someone would be downstairs to distract her. But as she reached the bottom step she stopped, staring into the dead eyes of her mother's corpse, blood spilt all over the floor and splashed all over the walls, all over the furniture, all over her. Starting to shake, Wisteria blinked hard, trying to make it go away, but to no avail. It was still there.
Wisteria turned to run out of the room, trying to get away as fast as she could, but running into Logan first. He raised his eyebrows, looking at her cautiously.
"What is it, kid? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"Logan...do you...did you see..." She turned, but the livingroom was just the livingroom. It had always been just the livingroom.
"Did I see what?"
"Nothing." She sighed. "It's nothing."