Elle awoke to someone … touching her face? That was weird. And definitely not the nurse protocol she'd become accustomed to in the last few days. Actually, what was even weirder was someone presumably on the staff calling her Elle. Wasn't she supposed to be Sarah now? She was about to mumble a response, but then she opened her eyes.
No. No no no.
She knew what they were going to do. She knew what this set up meant. And even if there was a tiny chance that she was wrong, she wasn't going to be talked out of her original assumption. The memories were all too clear. Even if it was years ago, it might as well have been yesterday. Test after test after test. She'd cried to stop, but they wouldn't let her. He wouldn't let her. She'd almost forgotten-- the Haitian made her forget most of it-- but Noah had reminded her, and parts of it came back, enough shattered fragments to
( ... )
The signs of what could only be called post traumatic stress disorder were clear in the girl's eyes the moment that she opened them, and the doctor watched as that progressed: her panicked body language, her labored breathing. Most would think it was cruel to make someone relive the lowest point in her life, but...
This was the only way to achieve results.
And said results came immediately, a small spark of lightning illuminating the girl's frightened features. The doctor, meanwhile, was easily hidden behind a mask. When his voice came out, it was also somewhat muffled.
"Home? Isn't this home?" he asked with a tilt of his head. "After all, this is where you were for most of your childhood, isn't it?" Not that exact room, of course, but he was sure that Elle would know what he meant. "And at least I'm here with you, rather than standing behind some glass." How detached. No, he wanted to watch all of this up close.
"No!" She cried out again, this time more angry than frightened. Home. There was a flashbulb in her mind, another disjointed fragment of what home was supposed to have been. Could have been if she hadn't fucked everything up.
Home with her mother. In her mother's house, before all the testing. She was always in trouble -- sometimes for her power, sometimes not -- and her mother was always frustrated. Exasperated. She thought she was going to kill her when she caused an electrical fire in her grandmother's house. And then when she was playing the video game and caused the black out in four counties …
That was the end. There was a phone call with her mother yelling so loud she could hear it from her room and then home was gone. It was a Company life after that.
She triggered a wave of voltage again, bringing her out of her head and back to reality. Where all the pain and horror was waiting for her.
"No." She tried again. "This isn't where I spent most of my childhood, and I don't want you here. I want to go back to my room. You can
( ... )
It was fascinating, seeing how the repressed memories came out to assault her and make her feel (and act) like a child all over again. The screaming, the demands, even the request to go back to her room; like she was ten rather than twenty-four. But that was what happened when someone was raised the way Elle Bishop had been
( ... )
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No. No no no.
She knew what they were going to do. She knew what this set up meant. And even if there was a tiny chance that she was wrong, she wasn't going to be talked out of her original assumption. The memories were all too clear. Even if it was years ago, it might as well have been yesterday. Test after test after test. She'd cried to stop, but they wouldn't let her. He wouldn't let her. She'd almost forgotten-- the Haitian made her forget most of it-- but Noah had reminded her, and parts of it came back, enough shattered fragments to ( ... )
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This was the only way to achieve results.
And said results came immediately, a small spark of lightning illuminating the girl's frightened features. The doctor, meanwhile, was easily hidden behind a mask. When his voice came out, it was also somewhat muffled.
"Home? Isn't this home?" he asked with a tilt of his head. "After all, this is where you were for most of your childhood, isn't it?" Not that exact room, of course, but he was sure that Elle would know what he meant. "And at least I'm here with you, rather than standing behind some glass." How detached. No, he wanted to watch all of this up close.
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Home with her mother. In her mother's house, before all the testing. She was always in trouble -- sometimes for her power, sometimes not -- and her mother was always frustrated. Exasperated. She thought she was going to kill her when she caused an electrical fire in her grandmother's house. And then when she was playing the video game and caused the black out in four counties …
That was the end. There was a phone call with her mother yelling so loud she could hear it from her room and then home was gone. It was a Company life after that.
She triggered a wave of voltage again, bringing her out of her head and back to reality. Where all the pain and horror was waiting for her.
"No." She tried again. "This isn't where I spent most of my childhood, and I don't want you here. I want to go back to my room. You can ( ... )
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