Heather Mason || 11th revelation || [video]

[godsmommy]

[Heather is in her room, pacing around, and the look on her face is one of complete and utter rage, though it's obvious she's been crying. She looks pretty intimidating for a 17-year-old girl]

I don't know how to contact you directly, but this is for the assholes who run this place. You are not going to get away with this! You think I'm just gonna

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[Video]

[hurtandscared]

[Alessa... for some reason, doesn't seem to be downright antagonistic right now. She just has her arms crossed and her eyes difficult to read.]

You really are me, aren't you?

[Angry, alone, and fated to be a killer. Why would she ever think different?]

[Video]

[godsmommy]

[Heather wants to deny it, but there's something inside her burning... something that feels like if she wanted to, she could kill everyone in this Facility, not just those involved with Usagi's termination with her mind which is something she hasn't done in 24 years. She doesn't care to test it, though, despite that it probably wouldn't even work here.

That side of her is something she doesn't understand. Or maybe she does. But it's something she hates... wants to let be punished fears]

I... I guess so.

[she's not antagonizing Alessa, either. Just sort of staring at her with a hollow and empty look that doesn't usually reside on her face. It looks strange there]

I just... I hate them so much! [and her face crumples and she cries, and that looks a little more normal on her]

Alessa what... am I supposed to do?

[Video]

[hurtandscared]

[Alessa's face softens. She knows how Heather feels.]

Where's your room?

[Video]

[godsmommy]

[she wipes her eyes roughly]

I'm in 39D.

[hurtandscared]

[Alessa shuts off the feed. In a bit, there's a very soft knock on Heather's door.]

[godsmommy]

[Heather opens the door and steps back to let her in. Her eyes are red and she really doesn't look like she's been sleeping]

[hurtandscared]

[Alessa looks at her long and hard, then slowly pads in.]

...You should lie down. Sometimes that helps.

[godsmommy]

[Heather chews on her bottom lip and then nods, moving over to the bed and lying down, still watching Alessa]

What the hell is wrong with me?

[hurtandscared]

You're angry.

[She shrugs, walking to the bed and crawling onto it, sitting next to Heather. Her body, it's size and build, makes it feel like she's a baby sister sitting with Heather. Her eyes, expression, posture... it makes her look older. An adult. A mother.]

It's... I don't know how much you remember, and I don't know what your new life's been like, but it doesn't change what you're capable of feeling. They hurt you, and now you want them to pay.

It's how we've always been.

I know I tell you all the time but I LOVE YOUR ALESSA ;_;

[godsmommy]

But this... this isn't... I feel like I could kill somebody. I've felt like this before, but I never felt like I could just... do it without a weapon or anything like that. And I want to. I want to blow this whole place up and just kill everyone in it, and it's...

[she wipes her eyes and rolls over to face Alessa, looking much younger than seventeen. It's like they've switched ages, and dramatically. All of a sudden she feels like a scared little girl lost in a snowy, foggy town full of monsters and she closes her hands around her locket]

It doesn't feel like me. It's like there's something weird inside of me, something that's not... like I could do these horrible things. It's what you meant before, isn't it? About how we deserve what we get, and all of that? Because of whatever this is.

[one hand lightly touches her own chest]

I don't wanna feel like this, Alessa.

Eee! <3 I'm really glad to hear that every time! /o\ Your Heather is awesome too

[hurtandscared]

[Alessa reaches out, smoothing hair from Heather's face. Her touch is gentle, like a mother's soothing a child after a nightmare.]

You don't want to, but you have to. No one can take it away. It's...

[She sighs softly, stroking Heather's hair.]

Whether you believe in God or not, there's no changing what the Order made us. We're violent. We're vengeful. We're... not completely human anymore.

But it gets easier, alright? It's a shock to feel that way for the first time, but... it's okay. It's okay to be that angry. They did something awful, and now you want them to pay. There's nothing wrong with wanting that.

I'm glad you're glad! 8D and thank you so much! I'm having so much fun with all their CR

[godsmommy]

[she hasn't been touched like that since she lost Harry, so she doesn't swat her hand away or anything like she normally would. She just lets her brush her hair away]

But I want it to go away. I...

[she sighs] I get it now. I really do. I mean, I hated the fact that you told me I was like you but I am. We're the same. [the "not human" bit gets to her, but she knows it's true. Humans are born after all, and Heather was never really born in the traditional sense] We've always been the same. Guess it's just gonna take some getting used to. I'm never going to accept the destiny they wanted for me, but at least I can admit that... I'm what you always said I am.

I don't like feeling like this, though. I mean, like... powerless to stop myself from just... I feel like everyone should die, or something. It's not okay. I'm not... I don't like feeling this evil.

[she wipes some tears away]

But they deserve to pay for what they did. I... I think I'd do it, if I knew how. If I could find them. I'd just... I'd make them pay. I'd make them

Liiiiiiiiikewiiiiiiiiiise <3333333

[hurtandscared]

[Alessa keeps on stroking Heather's hair soothingly.]

The only thing wrong is that there's injustice. We're meant to correct that and we can't yet. It makes me angry too.

You just need to learn how to not take it out on people who don't deserve it.

[She hesitates, then puts her little hand on Heather's bigger one.] I'll help you. You just need to learn how to deal with it.

And when we're finally given the chance?

We'll give those people what they deserve. Together.

8DDDDDDDDD <3

[godsmommy]

[a faint smile works its way over Heather's face and she wipes at her eyes again and then turns her hand over and squeezes Alessa's]

Okay. I guess I do kinda... need help. Even if I pretend I don't. It's just weird , you know? Letting people help. But if it was you, I guess it wouldn't be so weird. Since I'm you and...

[she swallows]

What do I do?