The Prison Within - Adam/Elle ♥ - Chapter 9
Title: The Prison Within - Chapter 9
Author: force-oblique
Rating: G, possibly AU
Table/Prompt: Table #7,"helpless"
Disclaimer: I dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Adam/Elle - mention of other characters ,Adam's POV
Word Count: In Progress
Summary: While Adam was held captive in the company, he watched Elle grow. But more than that, the two of them became something like soul mates as time went by... This is their story...
Author's Notes:Sorry it takes me this long to update all of my stories. I want to finish it soon!
Crossposted: At peter-adam-elle, heroes-fic, saltandsaffron,
P.1| P.2| P.3| P.4| P.5| P.6| P.7| P.8
*Chapter 6 contains a summary of previous parts
The Prison Within - Chapter Nine (Part A)
“…I will let you see Adam, but you will have to something for me in return, okay?”
The mere sound of these words hanging heavy over both our heads, I told myself it would all be okay.
I needed to believe that even if deep inside I couldn’t.
I had witnessed too much pain, too many deceptions to hold any belief in that.
And I had seen too much tragedy. I knew better than pursue it on my own.
Instead, I decided to put my mind at ease.
To accept whatever “temporary gift” was given to me.
I may be immortal but I was smart enough to know that chances like these were rare.
Elle and me had to make the best of the time we had. We should take advantage of the our precious time together. With joy, laughter or more bonding…
I shook any nasty thoughts from my head as I held her close.
She was eager to reciprocate. Now we could pick up from where we had left off, or so I thought.
And so the months passed with Elle and me spending as much time together as we initially did.
~ * ~ * ~ *~ * ~
I made Elle happy. I made Elle eager to do whatever she was told when she was promised a visit in my room.
I first thought it was a blessing, a miracle coming my way. But on the other hand, it was a curse, because it made me feel responsible for whatever happened to her or whatever she was told to do.
Maybe that was why my living conditions had improved a little. At least I had food every day…
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
It wasn’t often that I realized that time flew. Not for me of course but for others.
When I would look at my reflection in the glass, however fuzzy and blurry, I knew I would look the same.
Exactly the same as that bloody day in Japan when I first died.
The same dusty, blonde hair.
Unruly just like the way Elle liked it. It was actually cute to have her play with my curls.
The same thin lips with a decisive curl at times.
I hadn’t noticed any change in my body either. No cramps, no pains, no aches, no lines or wrinkles.
I could almost smile at my reflection.
I was looking pretty good for my 400 years.
But my eyes….
On the surface, they were the same piercing, blue eyes.
But looking closer it seemed that they were not the same.
I guess there was a change in them, in me after all.
It felt like they were bottomless now, colder for they held knowledge and experience which was never supposed to be accumulated by only one person….
And that same experience, led me to believe that however serene things looked for the months to come , it was only a façade. A charade. Fragile, mutable, deceptive.
Only the calm before the storm.
And what a storm it was….
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
I was just an ordinary day.
Elle was lying next to me on the bed, the back of her head on my chest.
Her long, blonde hair, a fair blanket over my heart. Some kind of protection.
My precious armor.
I knew she would keep it warm and safe.
She was talking vividly, passionately like she always did, about the latest movie Bob had allowed her to watch in between tests and I loved to listen to her voice, playing with her hair. Twirling her locks around my index finger.
Nothing would be particularly memorable of the day if it hadn’t been for that little question, popping out of nowhere.
”And then he shot him! Can you believe it? He shot him!!” she exclaimed, her eyes glowing, her cheeks pink till she suddenly grew silent.
She often made pauses for effect, stressing her points so it didn’t alarm me.
I sighed and inhaled, taking in her sweet scent.
I had never been that close to anyone before, not emotionally, not in a long time. It felt so good, so normal knowing even such little things about her.
“Adam, have you killed many people?” she asked nonchalantly, but I could tell she was anxious for the answer.
And it was at that moment that my past took actual physical form in the shape of a giant rock pressing against my chest, making it painful, almost impossible to breathe.
And maybe it would be better if I stopped breathing. It would make things easier. My eyes would close and I wouldn’t have to see the expression on her face, once I described to her who I really was.
Who I’d really been before I met her.
I wasn’t accustomed to acting like the hero. It’d been centuries since I had last been called one and there was good reason. I had almost come to terms with that.
But then, as I was looking into Elle’s eyes I realized that sometimes a sparkle of the man I was once proud to be was there. In her eyes.
I was her hero. And it made it all worthwhile.
I could really be a hero for her.
But I couldn’t erase the past.
Bob wouldn’t let me.
It would always be there. The hurt, the pain I had caused….
The only thing I could do was pray that that sparkle of my old self would be my guide to do the right thing. Do what a hero would do.
I didn’t know which answer would be better or fair to her or to me.
Should I say “no” to make her sleep peaceful and mine unbearable? Was it a lie all that it would take to have her protected inside a transparent bubble, fearing it would burst any waking minute.
Was that all it would take to have her always look at me the way she does now?
With such blind trust and devotion? With such respect and love?
As if I were the only person she could turn to or look up to?
Could I bear to lose that? Could I bear to lose all that?
Could I bear to lose my only friend?
But most importantly, how right was I in trusting my whole existence and another’s love for me on a lie as fundamental as that?
Should I say “yes”. Should I admit to having killed more men than she had ever seen?
More men than she could possibly count, even when no war was raging anywhere but inside of me?
The truth was that it wasn’t too long ago- at least by my standards- since I longed for war.
I welcomed it, I even pursued it, feeling that the spurring, combat was the only way to let out everything that was bothering me.
To let out some steam.
To let out some of the venom that had lost its way out of my veins and had seeped through my major organs and most importantly my very heart….
So many feelings, such anger and fury and sorrow tearing at me from within….
I knew she wouldn’t understand. Little girls’ bodies and minds are not built to sustain such anguish.
They are not built to sustain, to contain such hatred.
They are built for hugs and caresses. For the love a mother can give.
But Elle had grown past that. She had sustained a thousand times over what another girl would endure and she was still standing. Still hanging in there.
Still finding reasons to live for.
And I knew I was one of them. And that filled me with hope. It gave me hope that she could take this too and not forsake me….
End of Chapter Nine - (This part was too long so I had to split it! Chapter 10 will be up tomorrow or the day after that though) :D)
Author: force-oblique
Rating: G, possibly AU
Table/Prompt: Table #7,"helpless"
Disclaimer: I dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Adam/Elle - mention of other characters ,Adam's POV
Word Count: In Progress
Summary: While Adam was held captive in the company, he watched Elle grow. But more than that, the two of them became something like soul mates as time went by... This is their story...
Author's Notes:Sorry it takes me this long to update all of my stories. I want to finish it soon!
Crossposted: At peter-adam-elle, heroes-fic, saltandsaffron,
P.1| P.2| P.3| P.4| P.5| P.6| P.7| P.8
*Chapter 6 contains a summary of previous parts
The Prison Within - Chapter Nine (Part A)
“…I will let you see Adam, but you will have to something for me in return, okay?”
The mere sound of these words hanging heavy over both our heads, I told myself it would all be okay.
I needed to believe that even if deep inside I couldn’t.
I had witnessed too much pain, too many deceptions to hold any belief in that.
And I had seen too much tragedy. I knew better than pursue it on my own.
Instead, I decided to put my mind at ease.
To accept whatever “temporary gift” was given to me.
I may be immortal but I was smart enough to know that chances like these were rare.
Elle and me had to make the best of the time we had. We should take advantage of the our precious time together. With joy, laughter or more bonding…
I shook any nasty thoughts from my head as I held her close.
She was eager to reciprocate. Now we could pick up from where we had left off, or so I thought.
And so the months passed with Elle and me spending as much time together as we initially did.
~ * ~ * ~ *~ * ~
I made Elle happy. I made Elle eager to do whatever she was told when she was promised a visit in my room.
I first thought it was a blessing, a miracle coming my way. But on the other hand, it was a curse, because it made me feel responsible for whatever happened to her or whatever she was told to do.
Maybe that was why my living conditions had improved a little. At least I had food every day…
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
It wasn’t often that I realized that time flew. Not for me of course but for others.
When I would look at my reflection in the glass, however fuzzy and blurry, I knew I would look the same.
Exactly the same as that bloody day in Japan when I first died.
The same dusty, blonde hair.
Unruly just like the way Elle liked it. It was actually cute to have her play with my curls.
The same thin lips with a decisive curl at times.
I hadn’t noticed any change in my body either. No cramps, no pains, no aches, no lines or wrinkles.
I could almost smile at my reflection.
I was looking pretty good for my 400 years.
But my eyes….
On the surface, they were the same piercing, blue eyes.
But looking closer it seemed that they were not the same.
I guess there was a change in them, in me after all.
It felt like they were bottomless now, colder for they held knowledge and experience which was never supposed to be accumulated by only one person….
And that same experience, led me to believe that however serene things looked for the months to come , it was only a façade. A charade. Fragile, mutable, deceptive.
Only the calm before the storm.
And what a storm it was….
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
I was just an ordinary day.
Elle was lying next to me on the bed, the back of her head on my chest.
Her long, blonde hair, a fair blanket over my heart. Some kind of protection.
My precious armor.
I knew she would keep it warm and safe.
She was talking vividly, passionately like she always did, about the latest movie Bob had allowed her to watch in between tests and I loved to listen to her voice, playing with her hair. Twirling her locks around my index finger.
Nothing would be particularly memorable of the day if it hadn’t been for that little question, popping out of nowhere.
”And then he shot him! Can you believe it? He shot him!!” she exclaimed, her eyes glowing, her cheeks pink till she suddenly grew silent.
She often made pauses for effect, stressing her points so it didn’t alarm me.
I sighed and inhaled, taking in her sweet scent.
I had never been that close to anyone before, not emotionally, not in a long time. It felt so good, so normal knowing even such little things about her.
“Adam, have you killed many people?” she asked nonchalantly, but I could tell she was anxious for the answer.
And it was at that moment that my past took actual physical form in the shape of a giant rock pressing against my chest, making it painful, almost impossible to breathe.
And maybe it would be better if I stopped breathing. It would make things easier. My eyes would close and I wouldn’t have to see the expression on her face, once I described to her who I really was.
Who I’d really been before I met her.
I wasn’t accustomed to acting like the hero. It’d been centuries since I had last been called one and there was good reason. I had almost come to terms with that.
But then, as I was looking into Elle’s eyes I realized that sometimes a sparkle of the man I was once proud to be was there. In her eyes.
I was her hero. And it made it all worthwhile.
I could really be a hero for her.
But I couldn’t erase the past.
Bob wouldn’t let me.
It would always be there. The hurt, the pain I had caused….
The only thing I could do was pray that that sparkle of my old self would be my guide to do the right thing. Do what a hero would do.
I didn’t know which answer would be better or fair to her or to me.
Should I say “no” to make her sleep peaceful and mine unbearable? Was it a lie all that it would take to have her protected inside a transparent bubble, fearing it would burst any waking minute.
Was that all it would take to have her always look at me the way she does now?
With such blind trust and devotion? With such respect and love?
As if I were the only person she could turn to or look up to?
Could I bear to lose that? Could I bear to lose all that?
Could I bear to lose my only friend?
But most importantly, how right was I in trusting my whole existence and another’s love for me on a lie as fundamental as that?
Should I say “yes”. Should I admit to having killed more men than she had ever seen?
More men than she could possibly count, even when no war was raging anywhere but inside of me?
The truth was that it wasn’t too long ago- at least by my standards- since I longed for war.
I welcomed it, I even pursued it, feeling that the spurring, combat was the only way to let out everything that was bothering me.
To let out some steam.
To let out some of the venom that had lost its way out of my veins and had seeped through my major organs and most importantly my very heart….
So many feelings, such anger and fury and sorrow tearing at me from within….
I knew she wouldn’t understand. Little girls’ bodies and minds are not built to sustain such anguish.
They are not built to sustain, to contain such hatred.
They are built for hugs and caresses. For the love a mother can give.
But Elle had grown past that. She had sustained a thousand times over what another girl would endure and she was still standing. Still hanging in there.
Still finding reasons to live for.
And I knew I was one of them. And that filled me with hope. It gave me hope that she could take this too and not forsake me….
End of Chapter Nine - (This part was too long so I had to split it! Chapter 10 will be up tomorrow or the day after that though) :D)