The Prison Within - Adam/Elle ♥ - Heroes Fiction - Chapter 2
Title: The Prison Within - Chapter 2
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:
Summary: Adam's reflection on his years of imprisonment and how Elle had changed that.
Author's Notes:I wrote it in the middle of the night…so excuse the crappiness!
Crossposted at my fiction/lyrics lj@souls-eclipse, Will be posted at heroes-fic , peter-adam-elle,saltandsaffron
Huge thanks to my beta ghost-goodthing for her valuable help. She is awesome!
Chapter One -> Here
The Prison Within - Chapter Two
Soon after, they started her on the pills. The pills to suppress her ability.
I didn’t know if they really worked at first. I don’t think so, because every time they took her into the examination room she would come running out ten minutes later and she would run towards my room. She would stop in front of the glass wall that separated us and she would stand there looking at me with those beautiful eyes.
And, as if some other me - someone who resembled a human being again, someone who held hope again- took over, I would get up from my bed, walk up to the glass and I would stand there, looking into her clear, blue eyes.
One day she ran up to the door to my cell and with her hands she electrified the lock, melting it under her touch, until there was nothing left to separate us
The fist time she walked into my cell my heart stopped and I found myself holding my breath, unwilling to believe what was happening.
The walls around my heart were crumbling and I just opened up my arms for her to come and she did.
She let me hold her and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly, feeling her heartbeat throbbing close to mine.
She would hug me back with all her childish, her girlish might and then as her feelings took the best of her, she would accidentally send jolts of energy through my body!
She would see me flinch. She would hear my surprised scream and she would cry, mumbling “I’m sorry” among her sobs.
I would stroke her hair and tell her "it’s okay", planting soft kisses on her forehead; reassuring her that I might flinch from the sudden pain, but I would never recoil, I would never back away from her.
I would never leave her or give up on her.
That was when my cell stopped feeling like a prison.
Hope had crept inside of me again.
Hope that another human being felt for me.
That another person reciprocated my trust, my devotion, my caring and my loving.
Every day I would wait for her, my eyes shut until I heard that familiar thud, the sizzling sound on the door and her footsteps inside the room.
Then I would sit up and smile at her, always opening my arms for her.
After the first few times Elle did that, Bob stopped denying her the pleasure.
She had told him that she would agree to cooperate and do his stupid tests, if he would let her visit me.
And he had reluctantly agreed.
Her power was far too valuable to risk it. Yes, he had scolded her many times for coming to my room without the Haitian close by or the keys.
But she insisted that melting the lock each time, was more fun and more challenging.
I suppose he was cautious, because he didn’t want me to escape.
But what he didn’t know, was that my cell didn’t really feel like a prison anymore. I wasn’t going to leave. Not without her.
I wasn’t going to leave and leave her behind.
Leave her there for them to use and manipulate.
Even without the aid of the Haitian, a bullet from a guard could mean the end of her and I wouldn’t risk it.
Even though I couldn’t really die, I knew it would be the end of me to see her hurt!
I lived for those meetings, those encounters...
Those afternoons she would come bringing her snack and sharing it with me, telling me they wouldn't give her a second one for me to eat.
I lived for those moments she would trust me with her thoughts.
Her thoughts of the world out there.
She would "absorb" everything I would recount of my days in Japan and elsewhere, when I travelled the world.
She would ask me of sounds and sights, of smells and tastes, appealing to all her senses that remained inactive in that awful sterile, detached environment she was growing up.
I would tell her of Takezo Kensei and all his achievements.
His bravery, his sacrifices and all the things he had to suffer, omitting the parts that would lessen her trust in the world, in humanity, in friendship or love.
I couldn't let her know that all that could be broken by betrayal and deception, revenge and anger.
I wanted her to know only of the good in the world, because I was going to shield her from all the evil, the malevolence, the hatred...
Because, even if the latter had consumed me from the inside for years, I could sense new feelings blossoming within me. Feelings that she had awakened.
She had brought me back to life.
And even more than that...
She had rendered it, this life, worthwhile...
End of chapter two
You can find the first chapter -> Here
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:
Summary: Adam's reflection on his years of imprisonment and how Elle had changed that.
Author's Notes:I wrote it in the middle of the night…so excuse the crappiness!
Crossposted at my fiction/lyrics lj@souls-eclipse, Will be posted at heroes-fic , peter-adam-elle,saltandsaffron
Huge thanks to my beta ghost-goodthing for her valuable help. She is awesome!
Chapter One -> Here
The Prison Within - Chapter Two
Soon after, they started her on the pills. The pills to suppress her ability.
I didn’t know if they really worked at first. I don’t think so, because every time they took her into the examination room she would come running out ten minutes later and she would run towards my room. She would stop in front of the glass wall that separated us and she would stand there looking at me with those beautiful eyes.
And, as if some other me - someone who resembled a human being again, someone who held hope again- took over, I would get up from my bed, walk up to the glass and I would stand there, looking into her clear, blue eyes.
One day she ran up to the door to my cell and with her hands she electrified the lock, melting it under her touch, until there was nothing left to separate us
The fist time she walked into my cell my heart stopped and I found myself holding my breath, unwilling to believe what was happening.
The walls around my heart were crumbling and I just opened up my arms for her to come and she did.
She let me hold her and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly, feeling her heartbeat throbbing close to mine.
She would hug me back with all her childish, her girlish might and then as her feelings took the best of her, she would accidentally send jolts of energy through my body!
She would see me flinch. She would hear my surprised scream and she would cry, mumbling “I’m sorry” among her sobs.
I would stroke her hair and tell her "it’s okay", planting soft kisses on her forehead; reassuring her that I might flinch from the sudden pain, but I would never recoil, I would never back away from her.
I would never leave her or give up on her.
That was when my cell stopped feeling like a prison.
Hope had crept inside of me again.
Hope that another human being felt for me.
That another person reciprocated my trust, my devotion, my caring and my loving.
Every day I would wait for her, my eyes shut until I heard that familiar thud, the sizzling sound on the door and her footsteps inside the room.
Then I would sit up and smile at her, always opening my arms for her.
After the first few times Elle did that, Bob stopped denying her the pleasure.
She had told him that she would agree to cooperate and do his stupid tests, if he would let her visit me.
And he had reluctantly agreed.
Her power was far too valuable to risk it. Yes, he had scolded her many times for coming to my room without the Haitian close by or the keys.
But she insisted that melting the lock each time, was more fun and more challenging.
I suppose he was cautious, because he didn’t want me to escape.
But what he didn’t know, was that my cell didn’t really feel like a prison anymore. I wasn’t going to leave. Not without her.
I wasn’t going to leave and leave her behind.
Leave her there for them to use and manipulate.
Even without the aid of the Haitian, a bullet from a guard could mean the end of her and I wouldn’t risk it.
Even though I couldn’t really die, I knew it would be the end of me to see her hurt!
I lived for those meetings, those encounters...
Those afternoons she would come bringing her snack and sharing it with me, telling me they wouldn't give her a second one for me to eat.
I lived for those moments she would trust me with her thoughts.
Her thoughts of the world out there.
She would "absorb" everything I would recount of my days in Japan and elsewhere, when I travelled the world.
She would ask me of sounds and sights, of smells and tastes, appealing to all her senses that remained inactive in that awful sterile, detached environment she was growing up.
I would tell her of Takezo Kensei and all his achievements.
His bravery, his sacrifices and all the things he had to suffer, omitting the parts that would lessen her trust in the world, in humanity, in friendship or love.
I couldn't let her know that all that could be broken by betrayal and deception, revenge and anger.
I wanted her to know only of the good in the world, because I was going to shield her from all the evil, the malevolence, the hatred...
Because, even if the latter had consumed me from the inside for years, I could sense new feelings blossoming within me. Feelings that she had awakened.
She had brought me back to life.
And even more than that...
She had rendered it, this life, worthwhile...
End of chapter two
You can find the first chapter -> Here