Warning! Underage drinking. These characters are fictional, I don't think drinking should be for children or teens. Drinking age is respectfully 21.
You make your own decisions, I'm not saying it's okay to do it. I just have it for this character's personality.
So, I figured I'd procrastinate a little…. ;p…
I would like to dive more into backstories as well. Let you get to know some of the characters. I can put it all in one or I can space it out in chapters. But I'll see what I'm feeling. I would like to give you guys more understanding of our new characters getting their perspectives and development into their personalities. So sit back as we dive in, we will be here a while… Don't worry, we will get back to the spiciness. Until next time, My Lovelies!
As you can guess, we begin with…
Monica:
This time frame she is 8 years old moving forward.
APPEARANCE- Straight raven black hair, tan skin, blue eyes. How I've pictured her, face and body type, she looks like a blue eyed Pocahontas as an adult. The Disney animated version, of course. As a child her hair is kept long, but as an adult it's kept shoulder length.
Monica's POV
(Day 1 of illness)
Mommy! MOMMY! SOMETHINGS WRONG!! MONICA ISN'T MOVING!!!"
She heard her sister screaming for their mom, who was just in the other room. Mom was already mad they were being loud. They were laughing and screaming, hopping from couch to couch. She came in and yelled at them to be quieter while she was working. Monica was worried that if mom came in here she would start yelling again… But when the room started spinning, her head was pounding, she had trouble breathing, and she couldn't move anymore….
Monica was really scared.
Her heart was all she could hear, thundering in her ears. She wanted to call for her Mom, but she couldn't yell for her. She couldn't yell or speak at all, her vision was fading in and out. She was very grateful her sister could scream right now…
When their mom came into the room. She did end up yelling and didn't look happy at all.
She looked scared too.
Monica couldn't look at her mom anymore.
Since her mom was there she felt there wasn't much to worry about. An adult can make sure she's okay now… Her eyes became heavy and she shut them. Black was all she could see for a long while…
Her heart sounded throughout most of her time throughout the blackness. It was loud, but it sounded off…
Voices faded in and out.
Her sister…
Mom…
sirens…
Stranger's voices she heard traces of…
However much she wanted to, her body wouldn't let her wake up to see or respond to anything. It was weak… it was heavy…
She even heard Dad's voice, she desperately wanted to hug him. She wanted to wake up and tell everyone she was still there. She wanted to wake up…
She wanted to live… She felt like she was dying…
She heard the voices of her mother and father. They seemed to be arguing. They always were… but this time they were saying her name a lot….
She was able to open her eyes for a small moment of consciousness. She was in a white room on a bed with machines hooked up to her making hounds and beeps. Something was giving her air that was going into her mouth. She loved these machines for giving her the strength she didn't have…She heard her parents again but this time another voice was speaking with them. She looked over to the doorway to see Mom and Dad. They didn't look very happy, they were angry…
"You can't be serious, she's had this the entire time and nobody knew?!"
"There was no reason to check until now, it's called a coarctation of the aorta. It's a defect that happened around the time before her birth. So, there is a blockage, it's not pumping enough blood through her body. It's amazing she's lived this long without realizing sooner being as old as she is.. because… unfortunately for her case, it can be fatal…It's rather severe."
"How long does she have?!"
Her father was very mad.
"She might not live past 18… at most. It could be sooner…"
"What can we do!?"
"WHAT OPTIONS DO WE HAVE?!"
The doctor was very nervous to respond due to her parents, who were fuming in anger.
"W-We can try to surgically fix the defect, it's the only hope she has for a longer life-"
"Then see it gets done!"
The doctor nods and leaves the room.
Both of her parents were silent, they both looked very angry. She wanted to tell them she was there, she wanted them to feel better. To not be so upset because of her…
But, she didn't have the energy… her eyes closed once more…
Her heart thumping its odd patterns… it was all she could hear…
(Day 156 of illness)
"She isn't going to last much longer, that's her third time this week."
The doctor said to the nurse, who carried out the gear that just saved her life again out of the room.
Her chest was heavy, she had to keep putting on a brave face. Trying to sit up after the fight for life she just had. Trying to prove that she hasn't given up yet, but her body had other plans… She flopped her head on the bed staring at the ceiling again. Her chest hurt as it hammered in her ears…
The doctor next to her smiled from her determination and patted her head, which gave her small comfort. It's the most human interaction she's had all week, besides the nurses feeding her. She was too weak to make conversation with them or even chew sometimes.
Most of the time she was alone… unless she was dying…
The doctor had to save her from dying once again, her previous procedure was a failure. She was running out of time. Her parents stopped visiting her the more worse she got. She had to get better, she missed seeing her mother's face…
Like she just summoned them in her silent wish, both of her parents and her sister came around the corner into her room. Bringing a smile to Monica's face after a long week without them coming by. Her sister's face brightened as she ran up to her bedside. Her beautiful blonde locks bounced as she ran. Their parents stayed behind, talking with the doctor as he stepped away and took himself a breather.
"Hey Mo-Mo!"
"Hey Zu-Zu!"
Sue hopped in the bed with her, too excited to give her a hug. It hurt Monica when Sue landed on her chest but she embraced the pain as she hugged her little sister tightly.
"I missed you! It's so boring at the house without you there!"
"I missed you! You know, you say that everytime you see me."
"Because, it's true… Who else am I gonna play Astronauts with? I tried to play it with Stephenie from my class, but she told me its lame!"
Sue looked up at Monica with her big emerald eyes. She looked very grumpy while retelling her friends' comments about the game they made, they always used to love to play it together. She wanted to listen to her sister but her parents' voices were more important to her ears. She overheard them while they were having a private discussion. Not so quiet as they loudly whispered to each other, her father spoke in a loud whispering rage.
"Are we certain the treatment will just fix her heart? What if her body morphes?! She could grow an extra arm or have her skin turn blue!"
"The first few subjects were around items or touched certain things. After they took the treatment, their abilities were related to what they were touched by within a thirty minute estimate. Maybe if we isolated her and made sure it was just her in the room, nothing strange should happen."
"Is this really our only option?"
Her mother's voice sounded worried, but not so happy either. The doctor nodded his head as he sighed sadly.
"She is having less time between her episodes. Her will to live is strong, but her body can't keep up with her inner strength anymore. It's almost like it's giving up on her, her heart isn't pumping like it should now that the defect is gone… There could be a bigger problem than we realized… This may be her only chance… Another surgery has a less likely chance for survival, her heart couldn't handle another operation… If her heart doesn't cooperate with her body, she will continue to flatline till we can't bring her back anymore… It's either hope she lives or try this treatment. It should make her heart work with her body like normal. It's been a miracle cure so far. With only mutations as its side effects…"
Father sighed to himself as he rubbed his forehead in frustration.
"My mother said she wants to go through with it either way, we need her alive... A chance is better than none."
"I will send an email in order to request the treatment, they respond rather fast so we may see them by tomorrow. She is a special case, one they likely won't pass on. She's young and has little hope for survival, it's what they are looking for."
"Good, update us on what they say…-"
"Are you listening, Mo-Mo?"
She was startled by her sister's voice, Sue looked up to Monica with frustration of her own. Her pale face growing red in her grumpy stare. Her sister looked so much different than Monica. Monica had dark hair and her skin was tan just like her father. Their mother was paler but had brown eyes and brown hair. It was crazy for other people, they couldn't believe that they were siblings. Monica didn't care if they looked different, she loves her little sister. They were close since Sue could talk. They were best friends since they spent all their time together at home.
"I-I'm sorry, I got lost in thought. Tell me again."
As she smiled to her sister warmly and Sue gave one in return as she enjoyed repeating it all. Monica treasured each second she got to see her face, for she didn't know when was her last second…
She didn't like her little sister sometimes when she was younger…
At first it was annoying when Sue started following her around, but now she misses it more than anything…
Whatever was coming her way, she would do anything to get out of this bed… to play with her little sister again… Whatever is waiting for her… let it come… If this was her last moment she would have with her sister she will make it last for as long as she can…
(Day 157 of illness)
She was in a machine that looked a lot like the one that scanned her brain one time. Except it was sealed with air ventilation. She was lying on her back in a white round tube with a screen to look at. It said something she couldn't read… If she were to pretend this was a shuttle that was taking her to a magic place. Either way, if she lived or died… She hoped that wherever the rocket takes her, it will be beautiful. The thoughts made the cramptness less scary.
They placed her in it and said they were going to run an IV of a medicine into her after she sits in there alone for thirty mins to an hour. They stuck her with the needle and just sealed her in. She got bored after she was done counting to a thousand like they told her to. At least her tutors taught her math, she loved math. Reading was her least favorite subject. If only she paid attention… Now the screen ahead of her was saying things she wished she could read….
She didn't know how long she'd been in there… It was getting lonely and boring.
If this doesn't work will this be the last room she will be in… She didn't get to say goodbye to Sue. People came in in black suits and white lab coats. They rushed her in here, she couldn't see if her family was waiting for her or not…
She saw a woman with red hair when she first entered the room, she was very pretty….
The woman called Monica pretty. Even though she was pale and skinny…
Monica looked like she was about to die any second… Even then, the woman said she had beautiful blue eyes…
Monica remembered when she was told she got them from her grandmother… So she told the redhead woman that…
The woman said:
"I don't know your grandmother… but I am positive you wear them better."
She's nice, for a doctor. Most of the doctors looked at her like a lost cause nowadays. The red headed woman gave her a little more hope, just by saying something nice.
What made her different?
Why can't her parents be nice like her?
Could that woman have been thinking what others didn't, that she will live?
What was that woman thinking?
Monica wished she knew…
The machine she was in suddenly made hissing sounds, then silence as the screen above her beeped and said something else on the screen… She also couldn't read it. She could only read her name in the corner.
A voice then came from the speaker next to the screen and startled her as it said.
"Monica we are going to send the serum through the IV, now. You should feel an odd sensation, let us know if you feel any pain at all."
"O-Okay…"
She closed her eyes tightly, hoping she will get the chance to live another day.
She felt her arm tingle…. Then her entire body sent waves of calm and peace. It was like her body was healing itself. She felt parts of her that were riddled with pain, be flooded with relief as it was easing the pain away. Her heart was sounding like a heart should. It was pounding in her chest and sounded through her ears. Everything worked like it should.
She felt so full of life again….
She had a second chance, she wouldn't waste it.
(Day 2 of being cured)
They were all walking down the hallway together. Monica, her mother and father, Sue, and Monica's previous Doctor. Dr. Sponge, his name always made her and her sister giggle. Monica could stand as soon as she got out of the machine. No more wheelchairs and beds. She's been in them for months, she missed walking…
They all got in the elevator, taking it down. Monica didn't know if she was ready to head home…
Her mother then asked, seeming worried and impatient.
"Are you sure you can't feel anything?"
"No I don't feel any different, I feel healthy but nothing strange…"
Her mother didn't look completely satisfied with that answer and neither was Dr. Sponge.
He then spoke.
"It had to affect her in some way, normally we see mutations almost instantly… It's impossible for there to be nothing… Did that lady say anything to you before she left?"
Dr. Sponge asked Monica about the red haired lady, the woman spoke to no one else, only Monica. But, she didn't speak… When she saw her after the treatment, Monica heard her when nobody else did… The woman's lips never moved as she said,
'Live… and have a great life…'
Monica just shook her head and told them the truth.
"She didn't say a word…"
They all looked at each other. It was frustration and disappointment in their eyes. However, both of her parents had smiles when they looked down at her… fake smiles still…
They doubt she's telling the truth, that nothing was there…but there was… She WAS lying…
People have been louder lately. For the past two days actually. When they were quiet, they were still talking. Their lips wouldn't move or they would say one thing then say the opposite. Like one of them were lies and the other was the truth. The voices that came when their lips wouldn't move had more feeling and emotion. They would say horrible things with those voices…
Monica thought it was all in her head at first, now she figured it had to be the new medicine… After what she heard her father and mother say when they finally saw her again… It's never been the same… her view on her family has changed drastically. They didn't come to see her till 2 days after she was cured, they were "working" when she was stuck in that scary machine… They said something that nobody else heard, and since then she has been lying to her parents about her new gifts. With how much pain it brought her, she didn't want to speak of it. She looked healthy again and her heart was listening to her body, but her head was listening to everything else. She didn't like the words she ended up hearing…
'Finally, about time we got this resolved. If we didn't need it, I would have been happy to take care of one less little beast…but Mother said otherwise… I hope it was worth the waste of money on this.…Thing… We could have used that money if it didn't get sick.'
'It doesn't look like a monster, thank God! The Weston's should be pleased! Just ten more years and we can finally get rid of it… What a pest… Whatever powers it has, it's their problem now! I can't wait to see Daniel again, he loves to rant with me about how shitty my life is… Before we get in the mood or after this time?'
Her parents didn't call Monica "her" or "she"... not even by her name.…
They referred to her as "It", "Thing", "Beast", and "Pest"...
Also her mother spoke of someone else, it wasn't her father's name.
And who were the Weston's?
Why would they get rid of her?
What happened in ten years?
What was going on?
It was THEIR voices. They were smiling when they said it… like it wasn't there at all… Was it what they were thinking?
Since then she realized she was reading their thoughts…
She heard others outside of the elevator but her parents' words hurt her the most. So, she couldn't help but hear them the most…
'I wish we didn't need it, I do want the money though. However we still have to wait till it's "of age"… too bad we can't ship it off now…'
'Why did I get married to this fool? Now I'm stuck with children I never wanted. He promised me riches and diamonds, he never told me he was bankrupt! "After the little beings grow up," he says… "Then we will be flooded with riches and be respected as royals"… He better not be leaving anything out again… It was almost a disaster, we could have lost everything!… Just my luck that it has been a defect since its birth… No doubt it's his fault as well, since the smaller one is fine… She is even more beautiful. A lot better than the first beast I had, inside and out. This pest better grow twice as fast from this medication, it should speed up its aging from how expensive it was…'
'Why did we save it? We could have traded it for the littler one, if mother wasn't so damn stubborn on keeping her word.'
'Do we have to stay any longer? Can't we just leave it here? Do we really have to take it home? Someone else can raise it, I don't want to be the one to find out what it can do now…'
Her parents' words were breaking her little by little, she could feel they meant it… every word…
The doors of the elevator opened, they followed each other out one by one, leaving the small space, and headed down the hall.
Her sister's thoughts were pure… She couldn't wait to go home and play with her older sister.
But…
her sister… wasn't really her sister.
She was a half sister.
Their mother kept thinking of another man that had golden hair and emerald eyes, that looked just like Sue… Monica saw him when her mother touched her head. Her mother thought she should look like she cares for her daughter… for the part she had to play…. So, she petted Monica's hair as she walked beside her. It was for public eyes as they walked through the halls. After they left the elevator to get to the front desk to check out….
Monica always thought her mother's touch was kind and full of love…Although, it was a rare event… She never thought it was like this…
'Ughhh! Do I really have to touch such a dirty thing? If only photographers weren't in every hiding place you could think of to catch someone doing something they shouldn't… I don't know if I can keep this up for ten more years… Maybe, I'll speak to Brody about boarding school!'
Her anger rose within her, her mother watched her go into the shower just this morning. Her hair was now dry and she smelled like flowers… How could she be dirty? How could Monica be clean and still so dirty to her mother? How could her parents think of their own daughter as something so disgusting?!
I'M NOT DIRTY MOM!
"There is no need to raise your voice at me young La-"
'Wait… I didn't say that out loud… and she didn't move her mouth…'
The others in the group stopped in the hallway and looked at them, as both Monica and her Mother stopped and stared at each other silently… Nothing was said most of the elevator ride till now, then all of a sudden mom said THAT out loud in a stern voice. It caught others' attention.
"Hun… Are you alright?"
"Mo-Mo did you say something? Why was mommy scolding you?"
Hellen, her mother, stared down at her with pure fear and hatred.
'You can hear me… You can, can't you?'
Monica's eyes widened at her mother's realization…
'You ARE a little monster… Did you really think that after all these years of raising you that the phrase "A mother knows her child best" wouldn't ring true… I knew you were lying, you disgusting beast! OF COURSE, I'm the first one who found out what a real burden you truly are… Typical.'
Her mother's words were full of hatred in her head. As Hellen shoved Monica away from her, causing her to almost fall back if the doctor didn't catch her. As Hellen walked past Brody and Sue and continued down the hall…
All of them are bewildered by her actions.
"Mrs. Maverick?! Why would you treat your daughter like that?"
Helen stopped and turned with a face full of fear and disgust.
"That Mutant was in my head! That medicine stripped my daughter away from me! It said horrible things to me, I don't want to be near it!"
"What?!"
Brody shouted looking back at Monica with horror, but his head screamed relief.
'Finally! We can ship this thing off somewhere now, right!?'
Her father was a fool… he still didn't think his thoughts were heard.
"What did you say to your mother?! She's terrified! How dare you turn on your own family?! That's it! You're living with Aunt Claire, her school will shape you to behave properly!"
They were good actors…They've actually been waiting for her to show signs of misbehavior. When she grew up she was happy and compliant, she always listened…
She heard them be their true selves for once and they were ready to throw her away… They've apparently been ready her whole life…
It broke her heart so much, she had to numb herself to keep from breaking down…
Hellen figured it out… that Monica knew too much… So Hellen was glad to ship her off because she didn't want Monica to know more of "the plan"… but she already knew it all… in a single touch their minds were connected… Monica saw very clearly how Hellen viewed their little family and how Monica was a tool… Not their daughter…
So she ran… she broke free of the doctor's hold and zoomed past her family… If they hated her so much… They shouldn't touch her.
They didn't… the only scream that said her name was Sue's cry. They gave her the room to get through as Brody yanked Sue out of the way. Monica ran out of the hospital and kept running… her mother's and father's voices…. Hellen and Brody… their inner voices rang through no matter how far she got.
'Good riddance, I'll tell mother to find her and send her to Claire's.'
'Keep going, we will catch you eventually… Your fate is sealed, you can't run forever. You will give us what has been rightfully owed to us or you're dead to us.'
I WAS ALREADY DEAD TO YOU!!!
She screamed in her head she hoped that just like last time… She wanted her mother to hear her anger… her pain… her sadness…
She didn't know what was worse. That she knew now who they really were now or that she would have never known if she hadn't gotten sick… That her life was a lie… Her family… She thought was happy and loving… It was really full of hate…Her father didn't love his daughters, her Mother hated her life and children equally the same…
Her sister might have been her only real family, for being a half sister…
By the time she thought to turn back around and grab her sister she was already lost. She was in her head while she took so many turns. She didn't know where to go to get back… This place was a city she had never been to… Of course, she and her sister never left the house on their own… or at all really. The hospital was the only other place she has ever been to, in her 8 years of life.
So many people were focused on their own lives they didn't see her at all. They were yelling, screaming, begging, pleading, angry, or depressed all in their heads… All while wearing smiles and fake faces…
Everyone lies…
Everyone is awful…
Their masks are all she could see now…
She couldn't look anyone in the eye. She continued walking with her eyes to the ground…
The ones that did see her… No thoughts that were thought for a little girl in the streets were good… only evil.
They saw her as meat or a body… They were drooling to themselves, finding her… tasty…
She started running and she never stopped… Not caring where she was going, only hoping it was somewhere safe…
She couldn't look at people's faces… Their fake smiles hide their real thoughts… Nobody that ever said hello to her, never meant to help her. She felt lost and alone…As she cried to herself. Letting herself feel after everything that happened… She didn't stop running till she was far enough from people, which was hard to find in a big city…
(Day 6 of being cured)
She spent many days and nights on the streets.
Luckily at night she found a small spot in the alleyway and made it her little home far from home. She could squeeze into the small gap in the walls between the buildings to sleep. Nobody could see her or fit in her space. Except any little fuzzy creatures she had to shoo away from her food she was able to 'borrow'…
It was getting worse each day. She couldn't find a reason to leave her hiding spot to go find food. People were thinking terrible things every time they saw her. She even saw posters of her face start to show up. Nobody has recognized her yet. But, more and more were getting stuck in her hiding spot everyday. She could use them as a blanket, there were so many….
Then, she had a great idea to try to collect them all. She wanted to move around more freely and she wanted to be a little warmer at night. She would also be more comfortable without worrying if she was going to end up going back….
Back to where she thought was once her safe place…
Now it was her prison…
With her family that she thought really loved her, only to end up hating her very existence and wanted to sell her off…
They didn't care if she had dreams… likes or dislikes…
Now that she thought about it they never once got her anything she liked…
They only gave her what was necessary to live. They never had a family meal, and they never let them leave the house… This is the first time without anyone she knew or a roof over her head… She felt she couldn't trust anyone anyway… None of them spoke the truth, she was truly alone… She could only trust herself…She whipped away the tears as she sniffled to herself holding posters of herself tightly to her chest as she walked down an alleyway.
She collected the posters late at night. She wrapped herself tightly in a blanket she found, to hide her face or so she wouldn't see other's. She was quiet and stealthy, imagining herself on a secret mission. Making sure nobody saw her taking them down. Even at night people were too loud, thousands of their thoughts echoing in her head. Everyday her body felt stronger despite the lack of food, and her mind was too. She could hear more people than before, seeing their faces made it harder. She couldn't look at a person without being deathly afraid they aren't who they say they are… Which they usually weren't…
She looked around and made sure nobody saw her take another poster that had her face. Then she heard someone's voice that sounded close…
'What is a little girl doing out here in the middle of the night?'
Monica didn't give it a second to think it could have been anyone else he was talking about. She ran… The blanket got caught and ripped itself away from her grasp. She didn't stop then…Throwing all the posters in a nearby dumpster and kept running. Then she passed by a busy street where they were partying and dancing. Their voices were so loud she couldn't think straight. Seeing their faces in the window sent her over the edge as she heard all their negative thoughts.
… all while wearing fake smiles…
'Eww why did I date him again?'
'Damn, I can't wait to rail her later.'
'I wish he could see how great I am. I would have his kids and spend his money a lot less than his other girlfriend's.'
'I could kill my boss.'
'I miss times when I could get drugs for nothing…'
'I wonder if I can get away with murder…'
All of them were selfish and horrible! They thought of people as objects, and money as their tickets to happiness.
Why can't they see there can be more?!?
WHY CAN'T PEOPLE BE GOOD AND HONEST?!?
WHY CAN'T THEY JUST MEAN WHAT WE SAY!?!
WHY CAN'T WE JUST LOVE OUR CHILDREN FOR JUST BEING ALIVE!?!?
WAS SHE NOT GOOD ENOUGH?!
WHY WASN'T SHE GOOD ENOUGH?!?!
WHY DID THEY HATE HER?!?!
SHE LOVED THEM EVEN WHEN THEY WERE ANGRY!!!
WHY WERE THEY SO ANGRY?!
BECAUSE OF HER!?!
SHE WAS BORN BECAUSE OF THEM!!!
WHY WAS MONEY MORE IMPORTANT THAN HER!?!
WAS IT TOO MUCH TO ASK TO JUST BE HAPPY BEING TOGETHER?!?!?!
She couldn't see straight, her head was pounding. The voices swirling around restlessly in her mind. Making her world spin and the ground to shake. She couldn't keep her legs moving. They give up on her as she collapses to the ground. Holding her head in agony. Their voices flooded into her, too overwhelming to think of anything else…
She couldn't hear anything else but their voices that were full of hate and greed… She didn't even hear the world closest to her. Till a voice rang louder than the others and their footsteps became more noticeable as they got louder the closer they got to her…
'Is something troubling you, child?'
His voice sounded sympathetic, but it held a venom in it.
She couldn't move, she froze in her spot, her instinct told her it was best not to run. Even if she could… something told her it meant death if she tried…
The voice spoke once more as his footsteps stopped a couple feet behind her.
'You hold more power than any of these ingrates, yet you sit and fret here about your Mommy and Daddy… In the street like a dog…'
'How could you know what power I have? How could you know I'm thinking about them? You don't know me…'
She spoke back to the man with her mind, she was too frightened to speak from her mouth…
"I think, I just might."
Something was off about this man…
His voice was thick and smooth, he held an accent from another country. One she hasn't heard before. His head didn't have an accent. Voices in the head were always flat and monotone, but she could feel emotion that was put into it…
"You are Monica Maverick, aren't you? The Runaway child. Children don't run away and keep running if they are welcome at home… Your parents practically tossed you away to live out here. They let you go didn't they? To not look for you themselves and send someone else to find you, says the most of it really."
"YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!!!"
She shouted in her anger. She felt threatened by his presence but she didn't want to hear anything he said… it hurt… because it was true…
"Do I? I do know you're probably hungry and tired. I also know children aren't meant to be alone…. I can take you somewhere, you won't be safe, but you can live if you listen. At least eat and rest in bed."
"Wow… that's one way to win over a kid…"
The man chuckled to himself as he said.
"I figured you were tired of lies. I speak the truth… You should know more than anyone, right?"
He was thinking exactly what he said, he wanted her to live… but for a price in the end… She swallowed all fear she felt. She wasn't going to give up, she promised herself she wouldn't give up on her life now that she had her second chance. If anything he is promising food and shelter, maybe she can escape him over time.
"I-I might be tempted… but only because garbage sucks… I know you don't mean for me to live forever if I stay with you… But, just know… I won't die… You can't kill me…"
The man was silent, his lack of response made her turn to look behind her. To face the man, only to end up staring into his terrifying gray eyes.
His hair was dark, The strays were long enough to touch his eyelids as the rest was styled swept back. He was drenched in black attire, with a large black coat and black boots. He was holding a poster of her in his hands. Was it his voice she heard before?… Probably explains how he knew she could hear him. Everyone should know her abilities now if they know her name.
She knew… He has been searching for her…
He was crouched on one knee staring over the girl from his height… He looked almost like a teenager but his voice sounded like an older man before… He looked young but maybe he was older…
Then he spoke once more, finally responding to her statement.
"And why can I not kill you?"
"I'm not going to die, I refuse to. I will find a way to best you. I won't lose my life before yours."
His eyes widened as a smile started to trace his face. He seemed amused by her bravery, but was excited to hear what she had to say next. She shivered from the cold wet ground before, but now it was from his voice. It was wicked in the smoothness of his voice as he spoke
"Oh?... Why?... After all you lost? After everything that has happened, you still wish to live… How come?"
"Because I fought for this life… and I don't think it was for nothing… Even though I have lost… I did gain much more… I hear more… I understand more… I know the dirty truth everyone wishes to hide… I will not waste this opportunity… I am going to make those who wronged me pay… They will feel my pain and I will find a way to do it with my abilities… I can't make them suffer if I die… There's also someone who needs me… I must live for her…If not for myself… I won't let her suffer the same fate as me!"
His grin grew wider into a bigger smile. As he laughed to himself in amusement.
"HAHAHA! You are a very interesting child! You might make me like children, and here I thought that was impossible!"
"I'm glad I can at least make someone laugh by wanting to live… Everyone else seems to hate the idea of it… They regret the day I was born, I'll make them regret theirs..."
He placed a hand on his stomach as he busted into a loud laughter. He actually found it funny though… What an odd man…
"HAHAHAHAHAAAA, OH MY GOD, KID! YOUR A RIOT! You might be more fucked up than I was at your age!"
"I couldn't imagine being anything like you."
"You're an odd one… I like you. You got more fire than the others. Your body, it was built to be weak. Now with your new abilities you can move faster, jump higher, think quicker, your abilities make you powerful and limitless. You are the only one I've met so far that is determined to use it for vengeance. Even if it means your death… I envy you, for you can have these abilities… I cannot. But, I'd love to see what you plan on doing with them. Maybe I can help you make them stronger… Then help me hunt down more like you in return. If you're up for it, you'll be greatly rewarded… If not… Well… You don't really want to know but I'm sure you have an idea of my imagination…"
He touched her shoulder as she was flooded with his thoughts…
Images of blood, screams, and terror were all she could see and hear in his head. It wasn't imagination… He did them… These are memories… They were too real to be imagined…
"You are horrible."
He looked off in thought, staring at the sky in silence. He sighed as he continued.
"I, unfortunately, have always been broken like this for as long as I can remember. So there's not much that can fix what I am. I can't even try, I don't know where it came from… It just felt wrong to NOT be me… So, I gave up the fake smiles and I did what people wouldn't dare to… Now I have everything I could ever want… except…."
He looked down at her in a hard stare. His gaze intensified as his smile faded and he got dead serious.
"I don't have what you have…I can't seem to obtain it… but I want it. Not exactly what you have, mind you. It seems like a great tool. Although, it looks to me as though your ability is more well suited in your own hands… You may impress me more than you have today if I let you keep them…"
"I guess, I'm grateful for your mercy… Though, I don't need it. You can't kill me, even if you wanted to…"
He laughed to himself once again, seeming to really enjoy her determination as it amused him.
"Hahahaahaaa, I honestly still can't believe you really think you're that bad… It's adorably hilarious really. You won't disappoint me, I hope."
"I guess I no longer have a choice on going or not anymore, huh?"
"HAH that's so cute! You really thought you had a choice? You know the answer already, why ask?"
"Just wanted to be sure… You don't have a mask… It's nice actually, despite the threats and the obvious death hanging over you… It's nice to see someone who doesn't lie about who they really are."
This time his face held a look of surprise like he wasn't expecting her to say something like that… Then his face calmed as he looked down at her with a small smile.
"I don't think I can be anyone else, Little Braveheart."
He then picked her up, cradling her in his arms. She didn't move, she was very tired physically and mentally. His warmth was comforting despite the smell of iron on him… She was lulled to sleep almost. The sounds of his steady footsteps and the swaying was making her eyes droop, as he carried her off to her new life. It was only for a short while… or at least she hoped it was short… as she closed her eyes and went to sleep…
(Day 1,098 of being cured)
She was being shoved in front, they made her walk ahead of them. The doors to the room in front of her then opened. The big doors she always dreaded to open. Were being opened for her, this was an unprepared meeting…
Then a voice busted out.
"Little Braveheart! What a pleasure to see you again!"
The boy who pretended to be a man stood to his feet extending his arms and bowed lightly as he was… He was oddly in a pleasant mood… but doing his best to keep his mind clear from her… He can't hide his emotions from her though.
This was supposed to be a bad meeting…
What's got him in a good mood?
As she got closer to the desk, she looked behind her to see the guards position themselves. The men stood themselves not far behind her and the guards behind them blocked the door….
This was a bad meeting…
She turned around and was graced by his smile and silver eyes that stared into hers. He moved to pull two glasses from a cabinet not far to the right of his desk. His mind was kept blank, he learned how to hide his inner voice from her.
She could still tell… Why was he so happy?…
She has learned by now that she doesn't have to sense his emotions, read his face, or his thoughts… she can smell it on him…
He smelled like iron when he was actually happy… Of course he smelled like iron most of the time… He smelled really strong this time, her knowing very well what it really came from… She also knew very well that he doesn't smile genuinely often… It was mostly when he saw her... It made her revolt in the thought of it… She does everything she can to make him hate her… but it seems to do the exact opposite…
She got low scores and has been avoiding him for months. Normally that would anger him… but maybe he got a match this time…
He placed the two glasses on his desk in front of her as he walked over to the other side looking through his glasses.
"You really need your friends to talk to me?"
"They're not my "friends". They are just there to remind you, you can't run this time."
He said calmly, grabbing a bottle from the shelf not far from the left of his desk. She raised an eyebrow with a smirk, as she recalled a detail he's leaving out…
"There were guards here last time…"
"Well… these guys are bigger… and think less."
He said as he opened his liquor and poured them into the two glasses.
She looked back to see the guards towering over her. The lizard man first in her gaze, locked eyes with her and snarled at her. Their thoughts were pretty dull.
She looked back at the smile that made her sick to her stomach. She laughed in distaste as she looked at the fancy bottle he placed on the desk, once the glasses were full.
"Are we drinking age? I forgot how old I was again…"
He laughed to himself from her sarcasm as he responded with only another smile.
"As far as I'm concerned, you've been acting more mature than most of your group. You have taken on signs of leadership despite your will to not harm anyone… and defying orders… Even though based on your previous results, you could bring them to their knees if you wanted to… You have earned it in my eyes… Yes, you've been slacking lately, but this is a day of celebration as well."
"More like I've been slacking for 3 years and you let me… Why wait 3 months to catch me now? Because of the last time you saw me, I should be here for bad reasons… You have me here NOW for a reason… Obviously one I won't like… I'll find a way out again. The other guards could have caught me if they weren't on the ground crying…"
His eyebrow twitched and his smile faltered as she mentioned her next escape attempt. He took his glass and raised it to his nose giving it a strong whiff and a sigh. Trying to seem unfazed.
"Well, you made them cry by making them see their families… Rather than fighting them like you were trained to… They also didn't fight like they were trained to… And since I can't tolerate crybabies and cowards in my crew… That can't do what they were told because they miss their Mommies!… Now they can't miss their families at all anymore…"
He said with a wicked smile as she took a sip from his glass. Looking at her, down at the other glass, and pointing to her to grab it.
He was in a good mood because of that then… He didn't bother her because he's been able to have powers for the past 3 months, a new record… If this was months ago, why can she smell it so strongly now?
"But, you can tolerate runaways and rebels…"
She grumbled to herself causing him to glare at her, still pointing at the glass. She grabbed the glass to not make him angry. Only holding it as she stared into liquid in the glass, looking at her reflection in it with sorrow…
"I tolerate you for your courage and rising potential, you could be more useful if I could get you to do what you're told. Thanks to you they won't have to anymore. You freed them and now they are with their families till they die! 3 funerals have been held already in their honor and sacrifice! Another might be soon!"
He said with a cheerful smile… Her anger rose but it was channeled into her desire to get the hell out of there… Might as well buy time, make him think he has control a little longer…
"God… you're so sick… Explains your sickening smile and terrifying good mood… So, who was it that stuck? Did you drain them all at once this time?"
"I did, and as luck would have it 2 out of 5 of them are holding strong!"
He made himself disappear and reappear right in front of her… teleportation from Rodney… looking up to see his awful joy from the things he did to do just that for himself… She looked to the floor as she asked…
"And the other?..."
She was confronted by silence. After a couple seconds she looked up to see his face straining as his frustration began to rise. His smile slowly fading…
He was looking at his hand and seemed to be focusing really hard. But… only for nothing to happen…
His smile disappeared, his face turned to pure anger as he smacked her glass from her hand in his complete meltdown. The shatter of the glass and his shout echoing throughout the room.
"GOD DAMN IIIIIAAAAAAHT!!! IT WAS WORKING PERFECTLY JUST MOMENTS AGO!!!"
"Your invisibility is gone? Is that why you're throwing a temper tantrum, right now?"
She heard him in his head, fuming in his loss of another ability… Her smugness was causing more harm than good. Now his anger was pointed at her. He swung his arm, with a lot of force, and a full hand opened. She didn't flinch as she looked at him in his cold eyes…
His hand never made contact. She saw his heated anger die in his eyes as he stared down at her. His hand inches from her face as he halted it there. His stare was unreadable for the moments he was looking at her. Then a small smile began to trace his lips as he said in disdain…
"Everyone fears me… but you… Your eyes never change in your hatred towards me… All I ever see when anyone looks at me, is the terror in their eyes… No matter what I did, they looked at me like that… Those eyes never tormented me… but…YOURS… They don't fear a presence like mine… They don't fear death… No matter what I do, they don't change… So full of hatred and fearlessness… They haunt me… even in my dreams… Why do you torment me, even in my slumber!? Why can't I just hurt you or kill you!? Every time I could do it… but I stopped… I'll let you live… Show you mercy… When I thought I never had any to give… You walk away without a scratch… Why?... Is this your doing? Can you influence my emotions?"
"If I could, you would have let me go by now. Honestly, I hate the idea of you even liking me. It gets me brownie points on the field since everyone else can see your infatuation with me… I'm not dead now because of it… Ultimately for me, the idea of it makes me want to puke! You sicken me! I don't want to even imagine making you feel what you feel for me… You sound more like a fool riddled with love… Which is impossible for a boy without a heart…What you feel is on your own, I don't want anything to do with you. I'd rather be far from here and never see you again. Then waste my time filling your head with disgusting ideas…"
His face changed to shock as he stepped back. His eyes never left hers… He almost bumped into his desk, till he caught himself teleporting himself into his chair. He leaned back in his chair. His hands resting over his mouth as his gaze went to the floor. He seemed deep in thought, till he spoke up once more. His anger slowly on the rise.
"That makes no sense, you drive me insane! You disobey everything I order of you! You escape every attempt at capture unless you get overwhelmed! You break down everyone you touch or make them fight for you… You're too damn hopeful… too… "goody-goody." People will follow you, fight for you, but you won't even fight for yourself. Yet you always end up on top somehow… Only when someone you show compassion for gets involved, will people get hurt by you. You always walk around like people can't touch you. You truly believe you are a cheater of death! I hate your stupid arrogance! Your damn stubbornness infuriates me! I can't stand your confidence and witty remarks! I loathe you!"
"Well if we are talking about how much we hate each other, let me get my word in! You're a DEMON! A WALKING HEX ON EARTH!!!! You bring pain and misery wherever you go! Hell is too good for you! You would rule Hell happily! You deserve to suffer worse than death. You deserve to feel all the pain you have brought on everyone else that has ever gotten cursed by meeting you!!! Your true evil! If I was to be loved by you I'd be a fool to even give you the satisfaction of such a beautiful feeling. From what I "see" you seem to feel the opposite of loathe when you speak of me… Maybe, I am better off dead! So you can know what true pain feels like... If it's true and you really do have a heart… I hope I break it… OTHERWISE, I'LL DRIVE A KNIFE THROUGH IT! I WILL TAKE YOUR LIFE BEFORE TAKE MY LAST BREATH!!! I HATE YOUUUU!!!"
She screamed at him, her voice echoing in the room now.
She was set completely into bewilderment and a wild sense of disgust. She hated that every word he said before came with a feeling of admiration and deep desire…
Beneath his anger that masked his denial.
He couldn't hide that he was crumbling in his small realization that he deeply cared for her…
How?!?
Why?!?!
This is the last thing she would ever want from someone who has been cursed since their birth…
He's almost an adult, which makes it even worse…
He turned seventeen…
Today…
Everyone has been planning for his birthday for weeks… it was coming soon they said … it was today wasn't it?…
He said it was a day to Celebrate…
He doesn't deserve to celebrate his birth… Everyone will celebrate his death day, including her…
He has been staring at her in his own bewilderment, with a hand clenched over his heart. His eyes holding slight pain, then tears began to form… the very thing cause her to lose her breath, completely shocked by the sight.
He can't have tears! He's incapable of feeling sadness!
Then a smile graced his lips.
"That's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard from someone. Your hatred is so inspiring! I can't believe you held that all in just for me! Nobody has ever dared to say such things to me…"
She breathed as he sounded like a psychopath would sound like being told those things...
He looked down to his feet, his emotions slipping in and out; she could hardly read them. The others he had a tight grip on, but the ones she did feel were hurt… and regret… for something he hasn't done yet… maybe for something he's going to do… He locked them up as best as he could, but he couldnt hide everything...
"Your defiance needs to be handled. You are way more useful to me alive. You can find others like you, that blend in or hide. Since "someone" BURNED the list of names…"
He said with a glare her way… Even with that little esquipade, she got away with it without repercussions. That was one of the reasons people thought she had special treatment from the Demon king…
"You are useless in a fight, I need you to defend yourself. You can't rely on your abilities to do everything for you. You are excellent at escapes and using your surroundings to take down your opponent. You refuse to face them or take them down even though you have mastered most of the training without an opponent. You could win a fight but you either run away or break down first. Tell me why, we must fix it."
"Why should I confide in you? Don't act like telling you is a good idea. Cause' it's not."
He smiled to himself as he spoke once more. As he looked to his guards giving them a swift nod.
"You think I don't pay attention either… I was hoping you would tell me. Call it a small test. You failed. You don't trust me enough with the truth. Just like I thought, you wouldn't tell me…"
The man got closer behind her, before she could get away, a needle went on her neck. Her body felt numb as it went limp. The lizard man caught her in both of his arms holding her up… her head sagging, her view to the floor unable to hold it up.
Her entire body was paralyzed, she could still hear and see…
How did he manage to keep this plan from her?… She didn't get a hint that this would happen, nobody thought about it… Probably because it was only for a few people to know… Somehow he managed to get her by surprise, he was getting more clever… His voice was triumphant as he continued.
"I know you suffer from what studies call masklophobia. You see everyone in masks. You are scared to look at people's faces. You said something when we first met that gave me the idea. You said I didn't have a mask, I was me…"
He was getting more clever, maybe he always was. He's not just a mindless murderer, he was a psycho genius.
Her head was lifted by a hand that was placed on her chin as she was forced to look at him. His sickening smile made her want to smash it in with a rock.
The touch makes their connection strong despite the numbness throughout her body. Her feeling the pain that lingers behind all the smiles… maybe he does have a heart… He thought exactly what he said.
"Maybe, you will finally "see" you can't do anything without me. I need trust and loyalty from you. Hopefully, this will make you more compliant if you have no choice but to depend on me. Since nothing else seems to motivate you enough… Your phobia, I can fix it. If your problem is seeing faces, then you won't see them at all…"
His face turned sour as he looked into her eyes. Traces of triumph…and pity..
"I will miss your eyes, even if they haunt me with your hatred. They are still beautiful. Your fire in them still burns bright. You're still not scared at all… You know… I like what you called me before. I am Hex… Hexus… That has a nice ring to it."
He let go of her head letting it drop as they moved her carrying her out of the room. She heard the doors open as they walked out, the sound of it shutting as the went down the hallway.
Her view was left with the floor as she was going for quite a while. They made several turns. She knew this place like the back of her hand. "The Sanctuary", he liked to call it.
They were headed to the doctors station. Was Valter serious? Were they really going to blind her?!
Then the voice of the man she visited when she was injured sounded in her ears.
"Put her there, everything is ready. Let him know that it shouldn't take long…"
They placed her where she assumed he asked them to place her. Her gaze was now the ceiling. Laying flat on a table, hearing the large steps leave the room, and metal tools being handled.
The doctor was doubting it. He didn't want to do this but he feared for his family… She was thankful that this man still had a conscience, but it wasn't enough to motivate him to stop…
Valter was going to purposely blind her?!? He could have taken her powers or killed her… Why spare her? Why purposely disable someone?! To make them "compliant"?
It made her want to run away even more. She wished she could move so she could run…
Damn HIM!
SHE WILL NEVER GIVE HIM THE SATISFACTION!
SHE WILL LEAVE THIS PLACE!
SOMEDAY SHE WILL BE FREE!
SHE WILL BE PLANNING HIS DEATH TILL HER LAST BREATH!!!
A MONSTER LIKE HIM DOESN'T DESERVE TO FEEL LOVE!!!
HE WILL NEVER FIND IT WITH HER!!!
NEVER!!!
She saw a bright light as the shadow of hands and tools as they went to work. The pain it caused couldn't be heard by human ears. She screamed in her head as her vision got darker with every passing minute. Pitch black all that remained as she lost consciousness from the pain.
Her final thought still lingering in the whispers of her mind.
He will pay…
SO… I'm splitting it up. Turns out this was a pretty sizable chapter. I hope you liked her perspective. Now onto the next character. Kade.