Wow, I just could not write today! This took me forever! But finally it's finished, even though it's not as long as I would've liked. Well, here it is!
Reviewers:
Neyite: Dun Dun Duuuuuuuuuuun, indeed!
IronFistRocks: I know right! And maybe Sam will do something later. And yes, one of them is an unknowing traitor. BUT WHICH ONE!? ;D
Mira's pov
I counted the cracks in the ceiling, trying to sleep. Of course, when the ceiling is made out of stainless reinforced, bullet-proof metal, it's not easy to find any cracks. I was thinking about what Danny had seen. Poor man. Poor kid. That man could've been his father. They could have touched. What about Ava?
I was curled up on her floor. It was Ava's turn to sleep on the bed. I'd watched her for a while, but she didn't seem like she was getting sick. Danny had told me that they had left that kid in a children's home until his parents were identified. Or if they were identified.
"What can I do?" I whispered. I closed my eyes over my tears and felt something brush my cheek. Sometimes I swore I could feel Mother's touch on my face. Even now, I heard Mother's voice in my mind.
"Sleep child..."
I sighed and sank into a troubled sleep.
"Look at the little witch girl!"
Stop it.
"Mangy Magic Mira!
STOP!
"HAHA!"
Don't laugh at me!
"She's a witch, just like her freaky mother!"
I'm not a witch! I'm not!
"Oops! Shouldn't speak ill of the DEAD!"
Don't talk about her!
"Poor little Mira, all alone! Why don't you use your POWERS to bring her back? Huh, witch? Why don't you?"
NO! Not my powers! Never again! NEVER AGAIN!
"Uh oh! I think she's staring to cry! What if she melts!"
ENOUGH! It wasn't my fault! It wasn't my fault! I didn't mean to-
I woke up with the taste of blood in my mouth. Salty tears mixed with copper and my hair was plastered to my head with sweat. I was trembling. I decided to walk out of the room. The voices from my dream resonated with me, getting louder until I was running. I didn't mean to!
My footsteps echoed slightly on the metallic floor, but this wasn't a stealth mission. I'm sorry!
It was like being a little kid, and trying to outrun your shadow. Only to have it slink behind you, mirroring your pace. Growing longer. Engulfing you. Forgive me!
I couldn't do this. I couldn't.
I ran to Danny's room and barged in. Far was on the bed, Danny was on the floor. I yanked him up to his feet and ran with him to our couch. He looked at me wildly, confusion and anger entering his eyes.
"Mira?"
"I can't do this anymore!" I practically screamed.
"What?"
"I CAN"T DO THIS!" I shrieked. He held me and stared into my eyes until I had calmed down a bit.
"Good. Now explain," He said.
"I-I thought I could do this. I thought I had control. But...I can't. I made a promise once, that I wouldn't ever use my magic again. And I intend to keep it!"
"That didn't stop you last time we trained!"
"I KNOW! I'm sorry Danny. I need to think about this. I-I-I just don't know anymore!"
"Mira. I believe that you can do anything. I trust you. Whatever this promise was about, you can get through it," He leaned in and cupped my chin in his hands. Tremors ran down my spine. I wanted to cry. I don't deserve this.
His face came closer to mine. I wanted this so badly. But I couldn't. I twisted my face and let him kiss my cheek. He pulled away with a hurt look. I mouthed I'm sorry, and ran away.
I wandered around the ship. My mind was a tornado of thoughts and memories. I was distracted.
"Hey Mira," A red and blue-clad teenager lowered himself in front of me. Upside down.
"YAAH!" I yelped.
"Heh heh, sorry," He said, dropping down and righting himself.
"What are you doing here? I thought you were the one with a real home," I pointed out. He grinned sheepishly.
"Yeah, I am. I was just delivering a few easy baddies to Fury," He explained. I cocked my head.
"Without Danny and the team?"
"Like I said, easy baddies. Besides, Sam needs all the beauty sleep he can get!" He quipped. I chuckled.
"Wait, why are you up so early?" He added. I lowered my head and bit my lip.
"I uh...I had a nightmare. Wanted some fresh air..." I told him. But it wasn't a dream, was it? It was real. It was a memory.
"Oh. I understand. Happens to me all the time too," Peter said.
"Really?"
"Yeah...usually about my uncle. He um...he was...he's not...he's dead."
"At least you still have your aunt."
"Yeah. I guess. But the whole 'death' part isn't what I have nightmares over. I did some bad things after I found out about him. Really bad things."
"Oh...so have I," I whispered. He smiled sympathetically and we shared a moment. It didn't feel like pity. It felt like we understood each other better, just because we had both done some bad things. Really, really bad things.
Yup! Just getting more and more mysterious! And it's chapter 13, how appropriate! But I don't care! I love it! Anyway...
Wolf out...