Hey guys! This is Part I of Kara's story-hope you like it! Please review! I love hearing back from everyone, private message or public.
-TheEliot
I look searchingly at the men sitting across from me in the small motel room, wondering how they'll react to the exposition of my story. I trust them. They'll do the right thing.
And I guess, for the first time, I'll actually know whether or not I am the volatile monster I've believed myself to be since the night of my parents' deaths.
I lift my arms and grasp the boys' hands in my own. Mine seem so small.
Brace yourselves.
Their eyes widen at my mental communication, but they do not turn away.
I lift my fingers to their faces, and lay my palms over their eyes.
And start telling.
I can't breathe when I open my mouth I taste that sickly sweet metal-spoon taste of blood and I know it's hers and she's dead and oh god when I breathe the smell makes me gag and choke and I know I'm being crushed and mommy's dead I think I should be dead too but I'm not and I have to breathe oh god I have to breathe but if I open my mouth
It hurts too badly
I open my mouth
oh god the smell the taste oh god please let me die let me go with my mommy why am I here why can't I stop gagging I've already thrown up everything I have why is my mommy dead oh please let this be a dream let her not be dead oh please give me my mommy back daddy where are you daddy why aren't you helping me please please please please please
let me scream
i need to scream
there's not enough air
air
a hand
a beam of sunlight hits my face
the cool breeze of the morning after a storm
and I am not with mommy under the house. I am taking deep breaths in the arms of a man. A man like daddy. He smiles—just a little smile, but just at me. His smile is only for me. He whispers his name in my ear and says he's here to protect me. I am shaking and crying again. He kisses my forehead and I fall asleep.
"Who was that angel? What was his name?"
"His name is his to reveal."
I sit in a small, well furnished room. It is days since my Angel took me from underneath mommy. I try to talk to him, to answer his questions, but whenever I try my throat catches and I get scared and I have to stop. He smiles—he's being so nice to me. His eyes—so alive, so full—seem to peer into me, and to love me for what they see. He is the only one who makes me less scared.
The others scare me.
The loud one storms around the room, demanding things and trying to make me talk. I heard the shiny one talk about killing me, and the loud one got mad and said I could help them. I think I'd like to help my Angel, but I don't I can do anything special. My Angel just stands quietly in the corner as this all goes on. I wish he would sit with me, but I think the loud one and the shiny one are in charge like mommy and daddy were.
They say a lot of things I don't understand, their voices getting fuzzy and my muscles relaxing against the fluffy chair. They start saying things to my Angel, who looks at me with his kind eyes and nods. I blink, and everyone is gone but my Angel. He just looks at me for a moment, then picks me up and carries me to a big fluffy bed. He wraps me in a soft blanket and sits next to me on a chair. I fall asleep looking at his face, his head tilted to one side and his brow slightly furrowed.
I creep along the hallway, my weight shifting carefully, every step precise. My movement is entirely soundless, just as Angel taught me. Noting the windows next to me, I noiselessly shift from a creep to a soundless crawl, using only my toes—sheathed in soft leather boots— and the tips of my fingers, gloved by a similar material. I peek around the corner, noting the guard standing in front of my goal, and send a wave of sleepiness at him. I stand up and move silently to the door, retrieving my lock-picking kit from its place in my satchel and setting to work on the door quickly, searching the rooms around me with my mind for any trace of thought. Determining that I am alone with the sleeping guard, I allow the door to click open, and move immediately to the pedestal in the center of the room. Got it. Feeling euphoric at the thought of impressing Angel, I grab the dusty spell book and leave the room, careful to lock the door behind me. I spare a pitying glance at the guard. He never had a chance. I slight smile on my face, I go back whence I came.
"But why am I different from the others?" I feel my voice comes out in a whine, but the question is so central to my angst that I cannot regret asking it. "How can I do these things? You said my training was to learn control—always, always you stress control—but you never said…is this it? Is this what that man meant…all those years ago…when he spoke to mother…"
I feel myself close to tears, and stop them from falling. Control. I am in control.
Angel kneels down in front of me, his face all compassion, all soft lines. His eyes stare into mine as they did four years ago when he first saved me, their warmth promising safety and love. He smiles slightly, and I feel my shoulders relax. He always has that effect on me.
"Kara. My pretty little Kara. My good girl. Why do you think the angels saved you from those who wish you dead? Kara, God needs you. You are special."
I look at him, not quite believing, but willing to listen. I know I'm different…special. Maybe I can help him, as he's always helped me…
His smile diminishes a little, and his hands on my shoulders grip me more tightly as he says,
"But Kara, your power can be dangerous. That's why I have to stress control. I'm not going to lie to you—I will never lie to you—you are going to be more powerful than any demon…or angel…Kara you're going to have the power to move mountains and destroy whole worlds. But Kara…"
His gaze became more intense, and I could see in his eyes that he was worried for me. He seemed so…urgent.
"Kara if you ever give the angels cause to fear your morals, if you ever slip up, even once, and innocents are hurt..they will stop you. They will hurt you."
He has tears in his eyes, now. I can see how afraid he is of me, of my power, of what my power might do to our happy little family of two.
"Kara, I will stop you."