Darkest Powers fanfiction
EVERYONE'S SECRET
Derek Souza/OC: Mary Ralluber

Author's Note: Jeez, it took me forever to write this. And now my vacation is ending and I won't be able to write much anymore. D: Ahh gosh. I am so not enjoying school. ._. Well, enjoy the chapter and please review. Thanks. C:

Chapter 15.

After Mary's outburst, Dr. Davidoff instructed that she be constantly sedated and strapped down. After a month of this routine, he saw a change in Mary's behavior. She was seemingly losing her will to live, but perhaps that was because of the sedatives. She was always tired and only wanted to sleep, so the doctors stopped giving her sedatives and released her from the straps. She was free to wander around her room, to watch television and eat whenever she wanted. She just wasn't allowed outside her room.

Mary had been living in the lab for a little more than three months, and everyone noticed the change in her appearance. Her stomach was wide and she looked awkward with it because of her small height. Her hair had grown out long and wild from lack of taking care of it. Nowadays she did nothing but sleep, eat, and watch television.

The door to her room opened and Dr. Davidoff appeared, along with Dr. Fellows, her stethoscope hanging around her neck. Dr. Davidoff rapped on the door with his knuckles as he scanned the room for Mary.

"Hello, Mary. May we come in?"

Mary was slouching in an armchair, her feet perched on the coffee table before her, which was strewn with used napkins and tissues, empty cans of soda, and celebrity magazines. The television remote was pressed in between the chair and the seat cushion. A bottled water and large back of Cool Ranch Doritos was stuck on her other side, and she balanced a bowl of cereal on her round belly, using it as a table.

She grunted an okay and the two doctors walked inside. On the television was a Sy-Fy original series, something about vampires and werewolves. Dr. Davidoff grinned at the show.

"How silly those show producers don't know anything about your race, don't they?" he chuckled. Mary ignored him. "So, how are you feeling, Mary?"

"The same as I did yesterday, and the day before, and the week before, and the month before," she replied, her voice hoarse.

"Honey, being depressed won't be good for the babies," Dr. Fellows soothed.

"Who cares? I don't want them," she snapped, stuffing her face with Doritos. Dr. Davidoff narrowed his eyes.

"Mary! How could you say such a thing?" gasped Dr. Fellows.

"I'm sixteen! Why the hell would I want a baby now? Let alone twins?" Mary exclaimed, straining her voice. It had grown hoarse from the many nights she spent crying from her depression, depressed about how her life was falling apart. She was a teenage werewolf girl who was being held captive in a lab and was due to have twins in no less than six months. There was nothing to be happy about.

Mary felt the tears stinging the edges of her eyes as she fixed her gaze back on the television, the program now gone to commercial. She breathed heavily and took another bite of her cereal.

"I want an abortion," she said finally after a long moment of silence between them. Dr. Fellows gasped slightly and Dr. Davidoff's eyes widened.

"Mary!" she exclaimed.

"No Mary. We can't do that," he said.

"Why not?" she snapped, turning her head. They saw her beautiful green eyes dulled from her lack of will to live and she'd developed heavy dark bags underneath them.

"You'd be killing two innocent lives, Mary. Do you understand that?" Dr. Fellows said. "Two innocent unborn lives."

"What does it matter to you? You've destroyed many innocent lives! Many innocent born lives," Mary snapped back.

"We won't let you get an abortion," Dr. Davidoff said firmly.

"Why not?" Mary screamed. She threw her bowl of cereal at the wall in front of her, the bowl shattering and milk and cereal flakes dripping off the wall. She struggled to get up and when Dr. Fellows reached to help her, Mary snarled and pushed her away. "My life is already destroyed. Why break me even more? What makes you think I have the capability to raise twins? I don't want to! I never wanted kids!" Mary was at her feet now, staggering towards the doctors. She gripped the back of the armchair for balance.

"Mary, you really should be sitting down. Here, I'll get someone to clean this up for you. You've got quite a lot of food and trash here," Dr. Davidoff mentioned.

"Well duh. I'm feeding for three: one werewolf teenager and two unborn werewolf babies. In case you didn't know, we eat a lot."

"Oh, we noticed," Dr. Davidoff said. He walked towards Mary and gently placed his hands on her elbows. "Come, Mary. Please get some rest. You've got quite a load there."

"I … know, dammit," she said, her breath heavy. Her hand wrapped around her bulbous belly and her face suddenly twinged with pain. Both doctors widened their eyes. "Aw hell … not again," Mary groaned as she doubled over. Dr. Fellows rushed to her side, getting her stethoscope ready. She pressed it against her belly, pulling Mary's old white t-shirt over it. After roaming the tunable diaphragm over her mound, she stood up straight and nodded.

"She's fine. She's just experiencing contractions. The babies are moving around a lot," Dr. Fellows said. She combed Mary's hair away from her face. "Dr. Davidoff is right. You need to sit down, Mary. And your depression is affecting the babies. You must cheer up. Everything will turn out okay."

Mary stared at her in disbelief. She refused to do anything the doctors told her. And why did they care so much about her babies anyway? They even killed the lives of supernatural children because of their failed experiments, Derek even said so. He'd been there when they'd taken away the three other werewolf pups that had gotten out of hand.

She yanked herself away from Dr. Davidoff and shook away Dr. Fellows's hand from her head.

"You guys can leave now," she said stubbornly. "I'll rest if you really want me too, and if it will get you guys off my case."

"Very well, Mary," sighed Dr. Davidoff. "But you must get the idea of having an abortion." Mary glared with hatred as they walked towards the door. The tears strolled down her face in angry as they left. She shouldn't have made love to Derek. She'd only done it once, and since she was pregnant, it had to have been that one time that had fertilized her eggs.

"Why me?" she whispered to herself, tilting her head back. Her nails dug into the fabric of the armchair, lightly ripping the material. "My life is such a mess."

She had already lost her mother to her ragingly wild werewolf father, and because of that, she'd ran. When she thought things couldn't have gotten worse, she ran into that damn doctor who insisted she stay at Lyle House.

She choked back a sob when Derek's face flashed beyond her eyes. He was the only good thing that had happened to her life. She helped him understand himself and who he was, and he brought her joy and a purpose to her life. What was she without Derek?

Now she was here, back at the Edison Group's lab, pregnant and distressed. She was a slave to the doctors. No matter how hard she fought, they always managed to win. Them and their damn sedatives.

There had to be a way out. She remembered trying to come up with escape plans, but she couldn't get out. There was no doorknob on her door, there were no windows, and, just as Dr. Davidoff had warned when she first awoke in this room three months ago, there were security cameras and guards around almost every corner.

"But there has to be a way out," she whispered, closing her eyes, falling sleepy again. The television flashed with images before her, but the noise had seemingly drowned out in her thoughts.

"I have to get back to Derek."

Sighing heavily, she fell asleep, and immediately began dreaming—or rather, remembering—of that night she'd shown Derek the Change. She hadn't known what possessed her to agree to let him see her that way, but she did know that for quite a while she'd developed feelings for him, even if she hadn't wanted to admit it. After all, just as she told herself, she couldn't fall in love with a werewolf. All werewolves did for her was bring her trouble, and she still couldn't help but agree. However, not only did Derek bring her trouble, but he opened something in her heart.

She remembered his hands nervously grazing her bare skin after she'd shifted from wolf to human. She remembered pulling him over her so that she pressed her back into the grass while his almost-naked body hovered over hers, her hands grasping his shoulders. She remembered his green eyes widening with surprise as his black hair fell over his forehead. There was no more vivid memory she had than the night their love fully blossomed. The heat, the joy, and the pain were so intense in her memory. It was a completely different pain than what she'd experienced her entire life. And then, her memories immediately drifted back even further, back to her father, back to the abuse, to the fighting.

She remembered D. Jay's angry black eyes, always leering and seeking for a reason to beat her. Yet he always expected to be forgiven. That was what she hated most about him. He was so inconsiderate, and he began to wallow in his self-pity after he'd killed Fiona by drinking heavy booze. It also didn't help that he was already violent by nature even sober, but ever since her death, D. Jay seemed to live in between the stages of human and wolf, being a true wolf man. She cringed in her sleep at the memories of D. Jay's backhand against her face, of his teeth sinking into her skin, of his claws scarring her body. And she remembered fighting back, she remembered learning to fight back. He didn't necessarily intentionally teach her to fight back, but he did. She used his tactics and his moves to fight her father right back. She backhanded him, sunk her teeth into his skin, and scarred him with her claws. She even remembered squaring off with him while in their wolf stages. The horrors a child only imagined Mary actually lived.

Her eyes flew open and she gasped, leaning forward, her hand immediately flying to her mound. Those memories were bad. And they only would have gotten worst. The last thing Mary wanted to relive was her mother's brutal death. It was clear to any moron, even Dr. Gill, that Mary did not have a nice childhood. It was anything but nice. Involuntarily she rubbed her belly and looked down. She didn't want to birth these kids, not only because she didn't want to be a mother, but she didn't want to bring them into her cruel and horrible life. Who was she kidding? She couldn't have a nice life. Not with Derek, not with a family, not with anybody. It would be horrible of her to bring these two babies into her life.

She had to have an abortion. If she brought them to the world, not only would they have a loser for a mother, but the Edison Group would probably do some experimenting on them. Pure werewolf babies. How could the group not want them?

She needed to get out of the lab. Away from the scientists and to a doctor, one that would grant her an abortion. She'd put them up for adoption, but who would adopt a couple of werewolf twins? Mary knew that getting away from Dr. Davidoff and the others in the Edison Group was not only good for her, but for the unborn babies that could possibly become human lab rats.