Summary: Different stories. Different people. Same pain. Will they succumb to it? Be warned. If you want to find out, there's no going back
A/N: I deleted the prelude it proved to be to too constraining on my timeline, not to mention all the grammatical errors … Oh and "Ana" is just a Spanish version of the name "Anna." A friend of mine was giving me grief about it earlier.
Also big thanks to StephanieZorander for reviewing!
Disclaimer: Everything in regards to James Patterson belongs to Maximum Ride. And vice versa.
Forgiveness Is A Sin
Rochester, New York
4:23 PM
Please, please, please God Ana prayed silently. Do not let him come. Do Not let him come.
Ana sat hunched over a small wooden table, in the corner of another gray, terribly bare apartment. Her hands were in their usual position. Pressed tightly to her skull. She had to do a lot of traveling today. They had called her again to let her know there was another safe house she had to run to. They said she had to get there as soon as possible. Because He was looking for her. And They knew if He found Ana, she would die. And so would the others. Not that They cared if Ana died. Or anyone else for that matter. But Ana still possessed that dark gift. The one They all wanted so badly. So if Ana dies, They lost any hope they had of uncovering her gift and as They put it "Letting you reach you're full potential."
Ana could translate that perfectly in her mind. "If you die we'll lose any chance of turning you into the viscous monster you truly are and raising hell on the world's populace."
Even They – They who wanted to use her, hurt her, and make her hurt others – were nothing in comparison to Him. To Jeb.
The man who slaughtered her mother before her very eyes.
The man who tortured her in so many ways, mentally … and physically
The man whose sick mind she'd never understand.
Jeb.
Her Nightmare.
Her Father.
According to what They said He was still out their, looking for her. Him and his minions; and according to what they said He was in her area. Ana didn't think she had anywhere else to run. She certainly couldn't fight. She still didn't know how to use her powers. Not that she cared for practicing. He would find her. She knew He would. And when He did, she'd beg him to kill her.
He would certainly enjoy that wouldn't He? Her begging. ..
The wind rapt on the window. Ana lowered her hands from her temples only to wrap them around her stomach. It was starting to get cold. She only ever wore what she owned. Plain black shoes. Black drawstring pants and a thinning gray t-shirt.
This was to keep her inconspicuous.
But she sure wouldn't mind a sweater right now.
Whap! Whap! Whap!
Great. Now it was turning into a hail storm. If the ice came down any harder she was afraid it must bust through the walls.
She picked up the small silver cell phone on the wooden table.
Calm down, now she told herself sternly They would let me know if He got any closer.
Just to distract herself, she looked down at the tiny reflection she cast on the phone's shiny surface. Her hair was still a mess of brown sloppily pulled into a ponytail. She looked paler, but then it could have just been the phone distorting her image. And her eyes. She picked up the phone and held it closer to her face. They looked more black than brown now.
Fitting, she thought dryly
Carefully she placed the phone back down on the table, as if she were afraid the tiniest sound would alert everyone in the surrounding neighborhood to her presence.
As soon as she placed phone down, though, it vibrated crazily.
Ana wet her lips and swallowed. She grabbed the phone and pressed it to her ear. "Yeah?" she murmured. Her voice sounded kind of hoarse. Probably due to lack of use.
"Get out of there." A firm, female voice commanded. "Get out of there now."
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