She Visits Me (fic)
Mohinder lets her in. Words passed between them as geneticist's gaze burns into the pathetic excuse for a human curled up in a corner on the hard cell floor. “Don’t kill him … yet. We need him alive for the test.” The door makes a horrible screeching noise as he closes it behind him.
They stare at each other for a while and he thinks she doesn’t look like he remembered. Maybe it was because she wasn’t smiling at him or because his vision was slightly blurred, but he felt like that wasn’t it, because he could also feel the difference in her.
“Gabriel …” he winced at the name. She walks across the cell toward him and he notices that even her walk different. She stops, standing in front of him. Reaching a hand out, she runs it over his hair and he reeled back cracking his head against the wall. It erupted with pain and he hears her stifle a nasty laugh.
“They were rough with you.” She nods, sounding amused as her fingers caress the wound at his temple. “They say they’re going to kill you this time, Gabriel …” she tilled her head to the side studying his face. “Maybe … but I’m not going to let them do that.” He looks up, tiredly, into her face. She is still very beautiful, but there’s something very different about her.
She stands up abruptly and he feels his head spin with nausea. “I came down here to talk to you; to thank you, actually.” She rubbed her hands together, twisting and shaking them out, like they are both cold and hot.
“You helped me figure something out, Gabriel.” She leans down over him again. “I use to believe in things that I could not see with my eyes. I had faith before I met you, Gabriel. But you made me realize something … Religion; it was invented to control people like you and I.” She purses her lips and he listens as she sucks the air in between her teeth.
“I remember when you shot me. I wasn’t expecting that.” She said with a dry humorless laugh. Her face flickered, but just as quickly she put a burning look back in her eyes. He noticed, even through the blinding pain of a broken jaw, that her shoulder sits stiffly and he and hears the sing-song thud of her heart pounding in her chest.
She nods “We’ve killed a lot of people, Gabriel. No together, of course.” She stares at him again for along time before speaking. “If it matters any, most of mine were accidents, but I think my count is higher than yours.”
She takes another deep breath, staring unblinkingly into his eyes. “I think what you do is harder, because I’ve mostly just done groups of people … children even …” her heart pounds thickly and he sniffs as the sound both irritates and calms him. “But still that’s not … you, you look them straight in the eyes, one at a time. You touch them.”
Her eyes flicker as she bows her head. He watches as her hair falls like a curtain. He remembers the trick “I wanted to ask you … Do you tell them stories when they are dying for you?” She swallows and moves to grind her boot into his knee.
“Did you tell my brother stories?”
They stare at each other for a while and he thinks she doesn’t look like he remembered. Maybe it was because she wasn’t smiling at him or because his vision was slightly blurred, but he felt like that wasn’t it, because he could also feel the difference in her.
“Gabriel …” he winced at the name. She walks across the cell toward him and he notices that even her walk different. She stops, standing in front of him. Reaching a hand out, she runs it over his hair and he reeled back cracking his head against the wall. It erupted with pain and he hears her stifle a nasty laugh.
“They were rough with you.” She nods, sounding amused as her fingers caress the wound at his temple. “They say they’re going to kill you this time, Gabriel …” she tilled her head to the side studying his face. “Maybe … but I’m not going to let them do that.” He looks up, tiredly, into her face. She is still very beautiful, but there’s something very different about her.
She stands up abruptly and he feels his head spin with nausea. “I came down here to talk to you; to thank you, actually.” She rubbed her hands together, twisting and shaking them out, like they are both cold and hot.
“You helped me figure something out, Gabriel.” She leans down over him again. “I use to believe in things that I could not see with my eyes. I had faith before I met you, Gabriel. But you made me realize something … Religion; it was invented to control people like you and I.” She purses her lips and he listens as she sucks the air in between her teeth.
“I remember when you shot me. I wasn’t expecting that.” She said with a dry humorless laugh. Her face flickered, but just as quickly she put a burning look back in her eyes. He noticed, even through the blinding pain of a broken jaw, that her shoulder sits stiffly and he and hears the sing-song thud of her heart pounding in her chest.
She nods “We’ve killed a lot of people, Gabriel. No together, of course.” She stares at him again for along time before speaking. “If it matters any, most of mine were accidents, but I think my count is higher than yours.”
She takes another deep breath, staring unblinkingly into his eyes. “I think what you do is harder, because I’ve mostly just done groups of people … children even …” her heart pounds thickly and he sniffs as the sound both irritates and calms him. “But still that’s not … you, you look them straight in the eyes, one at a time. You touch them.”
Her eyes flicker as she bows her head. He watches as her hair falls like a curtain. He remembers the trick “I wanted to ask you … Do you tell them stories when they are dying for you?” She swallows and moves to grind her boot into his knee.
“Did you tell my brother stories?”