The Prison Within - Adam/Elle ♥ - Adam POV - (Chapter Four/?)
Title: The Prison Within - Chapter 4
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 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, heroes-fic , peter-adam-elle, saltandsaffron
Sorry, this part is long!
Thanks to my beta ghost-goodthing for her valuable help, especially with this chapter, which is probably the crappiest thing I've ever written.
Chapter One
Chapter two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
And then her Ninth birthday came.
Of course, I had nothing to give her.
All my personal possessions had been stripped from me along with my dignity, the day I was locked inside this room!
But that shouldn’t mean I wouldn’t be able to make it special for her. I know I could.
I kept darting impatient looks towards the glass wall.
I knew she would come. And I was right.
She appeared abruptly, her blonde locks tied up in a ponytail, her cheeks flushed.
She was dressed in a white and pink dress that made her look like a fairytale mini-princess.
I chortled with delight at how happy she seemed. She kept bouncing.
“Guess what! Guess what!” she exclaimed.
“What?” I indulged her.
“It’s my birthday and I am going to the amusement park!” she beamed.
I will go on the rollercoaster and the merry-go-round and I will eat ice-cream and have lots of fun!” she blurted out in a single breath.
Confused, I tried to share her excitement, shaking the suspicion off my mind.
“I am so happy for you sweetheart!”
“I wish I could take you with me, but they wouldn’t let me!” She lowered her eyes.
“But I promise to tell you all about it when I come back!” she reassured me.
“Okay, I will be here when you come back!” I replied.
She walked forward to embrace me, mouthing “I’m so excited!”.
I smiled again and was surprised to feel a sharp penetrating pain in my body.
I looked down at her small hands where she hugged me, to see the familiar blue jolts of energy.
She smiled mischievously and asked me: “Can you keep a secret?”, I nodded, seconds before she went on to take something out of her shoes. The pills…
“Why haven’t you been taking the pills?”
“Because they are keeping me from whom I truly am. From being special for you!” She answered me.
And she ran out before I could utter a word.
I could only watch in silence, as two men in suits took her by the hand and led her towards where I knew the exit was.
A part of me wanted to feel happy for her, for finally managing to stop the pills right under their nose. It was some form of disobedience,of rebellion. Of artificial freedom even. That she was still retaining some sort of control over her own body.
But another part of me was terrified that they would hurt her if they ever found out.
Sure it seemed that she had some amateur control over it, but she was too young and too inexperienced.
I kept pacing up and down my room just like a concerned father would do. As if that was her first date. In a sense it was her first date, her first meeting with the world after a long while.
Would everything be alright? I knew she would have guards with her, to protect her, to make her feel safe.
But sometimes I thought that maybe she was too safe. Maybe she was kept too safe for a girl her age.
She was only a little girl and there should be happiness in her life. Colors and Joy. Walks at the park, visits to the circus and clowns and balloons.
Playing hide and seek with other children.
Instead she was here, inside this facility with me.
Yes, she could walk the corridors, stroll inside the rooms, but she was just as incapacitated and as imprisoned as me.
Contact with the outside world was almost within her grasp, but never entirely attainable.
She should have parents and a family, someone to care for her and protect her. Instead she had me and I was a louzy excuse for a protector.
Instead, she had Bob and those scientists set on examining her, breaking her apart to see what made her tick, oblivious or unwilling to recognize her needs, her dreams, the fact that she was still only a girl.
She should feel like a child darn it! And not like a lab rat.
She should be carefree, joyful instead, she was just an assignment to them.
Nothing more than a test subject. And it just didnt feel right. It didnt feel fair.
Sure, i had been around long enough to know that life was never fair and I had given up trying to do something about it.
But there were moments like these, moments at which what idealism and vision, still lingered within me, took over and wanted to struggle to make the world a better place not just for me- since I was stuck with it for eternity, but for Elle as well, because she was the only one I had even cared for in centuries.
I kept pacing up and down, unable to stop obsessing about it.
Suddenly after only a couple of hours, I heard commotion.
Something wasn’t right. I hurried to my glass wall looking out.
I heard screams and loud voices.
I heard thuds and saw blue jolts of energy shine across the corridor outside my room. Elle!
And I heard her footsteps - I could discern them from any other girls’ footsteps - and I am sure it was her.
Only it looked as if she weren’t.
She was wearing the same dress, the same shoes, her hair loose around her face.
But despite the spots on her dress and her shoes, there was something distinctly different about her.
It almost felt as if she had grown 20 years in two hours.
Her eyes glowing red from having cried too much, weary, yet almost strong enough and ready to pop out of their small sockets on her flawless face.
She was breathing heavily, her small chest almost ready to explode.
I could see tears down her cheeks,tears that made it look as if she were crying for more than just a whim ,like girls her age would do.
To me it seemed almost as if she were crying for having lost something she knew she couldnt get back. And I wondered what it was.
I told myself she was still the girl I knew. The girl I had loved more than life itself.
There was still childlikeness in her features.
She appeared vaguely defiant, angry, rebellious or stubborn even.
Yet at the same time desolate, desperate and needy.
Like all she wanted to do was to break down in front me. Just collapse and let go of everything that had been eating her from the inside, causing her to feel so crushed.
It was in a matter of minutes that she did. Her outburst surprised me. I had never seen her like this before.
But despite her violent outburst, she was cradling her teddy bear just as threadbare as the previous time, only now it was more than just charred, it was literally on fire.
With a swift move of her hands sending energy, the lock was wax and she easily came in closing the door shut behind her. Blue orbs were escaping her whole body.
I dashed forward.
“What happened?” I asked.
She could barely utter a word.
She was wailing, her breath coming out of her lips in noisy sobs and jolts of energy ,as intense and big as lightnings, kept escaping her.
“I didn’t mean to! I didn’t mean to. I swear! I don’t want to be bad!” She was incoherent, in a state of panic.
“I know you don't want to be bad! You are not bad! What happened?" I pressed.
“I killed him. I killed him!!! But I didn’t mean to! You believe me don't you?" She asked.
She looked just as lost as I must have looked when I first understood what immortality really meant.
Never having a companion.
Never being able to keep something I loved forever.
All she wanted was someone to be here in her time of need.
And I had to be that someone.
I needed to be that someone, because no one was there for me and I knew how that felt and I never wanted her to feel that way.
I nodded silently and waited for her to continue, not rushing her, because a wrong word or move now could destroy her forever.
“I wanted to stay at the park and get on the rollercoaster. All I wanted was to play. But there were all those girls around me, just like me! I only wanted to play! I didn’t mean to let the blue thingies come out of me! I didn’t want to be seen!".
“But the bad man saw that.
It was only a little blue thingy. It wasn’t even that big!
It just got out, you know!
No one saw that. But when that man saw it he flipped. He pulled me and he hurt me.
He dragged me inside the car. And I cried, I didn’t want to leave, but I stayed in there.”
She took a deep breath, trying to calm down.
“And I did stay in there. Because he said he was taking me back. I thought that others would understand. They will take me to the park again, won’t they? I am not bad!”
She looked into my eyes for consolation, one that I eagerly gave her not having comprehended the extent of the tragedy.
“No, Elle! Of course you are not bad. You didn’t mean to! And I promise you that once this is over, I will take you to the park myself!! Okay? ”
She nodded, but her breathing wouldn’t get less frantic.
“But the man started saying that he knew what I was the first time he saw me. And I didn’t even remember him. He spoke like he knew me. But I didn’t know him. He said that I may look like a little girl, but I am really a freak, a monster and that he knew what to do with a monster.”
I cursed under my breath. How stupid, how blind and how cruel could that man be? Even if what he was saying was true - which wasn't , couldn't be - what right did he have to traumatize her like that?
“Where is that man now, Elle? Where is he?” I demanded to know.
“He…he… I…” she trailed off and then burst into tears again causing her power to get loose around the room and the whole facility again.
It suddenly became clear to me. He was dead. He must be, that was why she was so upset. But what I couldn’t understand was why she was left in here alone and why weren’t “they” already coming to contain her?
“Tell me Elle! We might not have enough time!” I urged her.
“He told me that monsters like me had to be stopped at all costs.
And that he would shock me until my brain was jelly and I would not be able to speak or see anyone again. He told me I was never going to see you again.
And if you tried, he would find a way to kill you too! I screamed. I told him he couldn’t do that! But he told me he would and when we got here he just hit me and told me that he might as well kill me and say it was an accident, right in front of you!!”
I momentarily closed my eyes. I could not believe this. My mind could just not get around it. That man should have known better than get her mad. Then again how could he have known that she was just holding back and that she had already stopped the pills. She wasn’t as weak as he had thought.
“I didn’t do anything to him at first. Because you always tell me to be good, because they don't understand!
We got here and he said he was taking me to Bob but then he pulled me towards here and said he would kill me in front of you! I could not let him do that!
I don’t wanna die! I didn’t want to kill him but I didn’t wanna die!”
She collapsed in my arms, but then, as if suddenly remembering that her touch was lethal, she pulled away from me again.
“So you killed him?” I asked her silently. The reality starting to sink in.
“And then I couldn’t control it anymore. It just got out of control!”
“Adam, I can’t make it stop. I try to hold it back, but I can’t! I can’t take it anymore. It’s getting harder and harder!”
I could feel her pain was excruciating.
She knew she had hurt someone and that upset her so much it had turned her into a walking generator, emitting electricity all over, destroying everything in its trail. She was only a kid, how could anyone expect her to control her power the way only an adult could? She needed guidance and help and lessons!
I felt stings as her power continued to whip against my skin.
It was gradually taking more and more time for me to heal the wounds with her so close.
I knew the pain was transitory, my cells would regenerate, my blackened skin would give its place to new one, but my desire to help her, to alleviate her inner suffering was transcendent.
This could destroy her, her psyche, her chances for a normal life.
I knew I was the only one, who was able to help her.
She had to let it out. She had to vent all this energy or it was going to consume her and destroy everything in its wake.
It was with horror that I realized that despite her being only a little girl, she was also lethal.
Lethal to everyone around her.
Everyone but me.
And in my heart, I felt we were connected more than words could ever express.
“Elle? Don’t be afraid! Do you hear me? I can fix this! I can fix you! Do you believe me? I yelled at her, taking hold of her by the shoulders bringing her closer to me despite the pain.
I knew she saw me wince, she felt me flinch. And it devastated her.
“You can’t fix me! He was right! I am a monster! And the only time I didn’t feel like one, was with you! I have to go!! Get away from you!” She started, bitter tears in her eyes, her voice shaky just like her body. She made an attempt to free herself from my grasp.
“No, Elle! Trust me! Just let it all out! Let it all out on me! Just me! Focus on me!! I can take it!”
Her eyes grew large with terror and denial.
“No! No, you don’t understand!!! It would kill you! I would kill you!!”
“No, you wouldn’t! Look at me! I am not dead yet, see? The blue lines touch me, but I am ok!! Trust me!”
“No, you don’t understand! You are only alive because I am holding back!!
And still, it’s more than I can take!! But I can’t hurt you!
Everything I love dies! Everyone I love dies! I kill them!! I can’t let it happen to you!!! You have to get away from me!” she shrilled with her teddy bear tight against her chest as if it were a makeshift buckler.
“Trust me Elle! You do trust me, don’t you?” I demanded. “Nothing’s going to happen to me!” I searched for her eyes again cupping her face with my hands, despite the pangs of pain running through my body.
And she did trust me! I don’t know if it was because she really believed me or because she really couldn’t hold back anymore.
All I know, is that I had never seen her blue eyes so dark before.
Once they were blue as the spring sky.
Now they were dark blue like the sea during a storm.
As if in a dream, I saw her release her power with screams.
She was overloaded and the force, the impact was overwhelming.
I almost lost consciousness immediately.
Light bulbs were breaking around us. Broken pieces, dust, it was all becoming a floating accumulation of broken glass, plastic, dented metal and dust.
The debris was making it almost impossible to keep my eyes open or breathe.
I still remember her there, as I was lying helpless on the ground. She looked so broken, so empty and spent.
Her teddy bear was still on fire but she kept holding on to it.
And then; it was nothing more than a shapeless mass of blackened artificial fur.
But she kept holding on to it, until exhausted she kneeled on the floor.
An innocent blonde girl, with stains on her heavenly dress, tears in her eyes and thunder in her touch. Her hands interlocked in front of her face as she wiped her tears, as if praying to a God that had never shown His face to her, to deliver her, absolve her or mend her shattered pieces.
So worn out and shamefaced, it broke my heart to look at her.
And then as if in slow motion, I watched guards break down the door and grab her violently, dragging her out of my fuming room, just as I was closing my eyes for one more of my deaths.
She would think she had killed me, too.
I dreaded to think what that would do to her fragile psyche.
And momentarily, seconds before succumbing to the sweet surrender that is death, I could swear I saw Bob with a smirk on his face,
As if being proud of that.
As if another experiment of his had turned out successful.
But it couldn’t be true, could it?
They couldn’t have known that she had stopped taking her pills?
They couldn’t have known what would happen?
Unable to answer any of these questions, I swore that my smirk, would be the last thing Bob would see when I killed him.
End Of Chapter Four
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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 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, heroes-fic , peter-adam-elle, saltandsaffron
Sorry, this part is long!
Thanks to my beta ghost-goodthing for her valuable help, especially with this chapter, which is probably the crappiest thing I've ever written.
Chapter One
Chapter two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
And then her Ninth birthday came.
Of course, I had nothing to give her.
All my personal possessions had been stripped from me along with my dignity, the day I was locked inside this room!
But that shouldn’t mean I wouldn’t be able to make it special for her. I know I could.
I kept darting impatient looks towards the glass wall.
I knew she would come. And I was right.
She appeared abruptly, her blonde locks tied up in a ponytail, her cheeks flushed.
She was dressed in a white and pink dress that made her look like a fairytale mini-princess.
I chortled with delight at how happy she seemed. She kept bouncing.
“Guess what! Guess what!” she exclaimed.
“What?” I indulged her.
“It’s my birthday and I am going to the amusement park!” she beamed.
I will go on the rollercoaster and the merry-go-round and I will eat ice-cream and have lots of fun!” she blurted out in a single breath.
Confused, I tried to share her excitement, shaking the suspicion off my mind.
“I am so happy for you sweetheart!”
“I wish I could take you with me, but they wouldn’t let me!” She lowered her eyes.
“But I promise to tell you all about it when I come back!” she reassured me.
“Okay, I will be here when you come back!” I replied.
She walked forward to embrace me, mouthing “I’m so excited!”.
I smiled again and was surprised to feel a sharp penetrating pain in my body.
I looked down at her small hands where she hugged me, to see the familiar blue jolts of energy.
She smiled mischievously and asked me: “Can you keep a secret?”, I nodded, seconds before she went on to take something out of her shoes. The pills…
“Why haven’t you been taking the pills?”
“Because they are keeping me from whom I truly am. From being special for you!” She answered me.
And she ran out before I could utter a word.
I could only watch in silence, as two men in suits took her by the hand and led her towards where I knew the exit was.
A part of me wanted to feel happy for her, for finally managing to stop the pills right under their nose. It was some form of disobedience,of rebellion. Of artificial freedom even. That she was still retaining some sort of control over her own body.
But another part of me was terrified that they would hurt her if they ever found out.
Sure it seemed that she had some amateur control over it, but she was too young and too inexperienced.
I kept pacing up and down my room just like a concerned father would do. As if that was her first date. In a sense it was her first date, her first meeting with the world after a long while.
Would everything be alright? I knew she would have guards with her, to protect her, to make her feel safe.
But sometimes I thought that maybe she was too safe. Maybe she was kept too safe for a girl her age.
She was only a little girl and there should be happiness in her life. Colors and Joy. Walks at the park, visits to the circus and clowns and balloons.
Playing hide and seek with other children.
Instead she was here, inside this facility with me.
Yes, she could walk the corridors, stroll inside the rooms, but she was just as incapacitated and as imprisoned as me.
Contact with the outside world was almost within her grasp, but never entirely attainable.
She should have parents and a family, someone to care for her and protect her. Instead she had me and I was a louzy excuse for a protector.
Instead, she had Bob and those scientists set on examining her, breaking her apart to see what made her tick, oblivious or unwilling to recognize her needs, her dreams, the fact that she was still only a girl.
She should feel like a child darn it! And not like a lab rat.
She should be carefree, joyful instead, she was just an assignment to them.
Nothing more than a test subject. And it just didnt feel right. It didnt feel fair.
Sure, i had been around long enough to know that life was never fair and I had given up trying to do something about it.
But there were moments like these, moments at which what idealism and vision, still lingered within me, took over and wanted to struggle to make the world a better place not just for me- since I was stuck with it for eternity, but for Elle as well, because she was the only one I had even cared for in centuries.
I kept pacing up and down, unable to stop obsessing about it.
Suddenly after only a couple of hours, I heard commotion.
Something wasn’t right. I hurried to my glass wall looking out.
I heard screams and loud voices.
I heard thuds and saw blue jolts of energy shine across the corridor outside my room. Elle!
And I heard her footsteps - I could discern them from any other girls’ footsteps - and I am sure it was her.
Only it looked as if she weren’t.
She was wearing the same dress, the same shoes, her hair loose around her face.
But despite the spots on her dress and her shoes, there was something distinctly different about her.
It almost felt as if she had grown 20 years in two hours.
Her eyes glowing red from having cried too much, weary, yet almost strong enough and ready to pop out of their small sockets on her flawless face.
She was breathing heavily, her small chest almost ready to explode.
I could see tears down her cheeks,tears that made it look as if she were crying for more than just a whim ,like girls her age would do.
To me it seemed almost as if she were crying for having lost something she knew she couldnt get back. And I wondered what it was.
I told myself she was still the girl I knew. The girl I had loved more than life itself.
There was still childlikeness in her features.
She appeared vaguely defiant, angry, rebellious or stubborn even.
Yet at the same time desolate, desperate and needy.
Like all she wanted to do was to break down in front me. Just collapse and let go of everything that had been eating her from the inside, causing her to feel so crushed.
It was in a matter of minutes that she did. Her outburst surprised me. I had never seen her like this before.
But despite her violent outburst, she was cradling her teddy bear just as threadbare as the previous time, only now it was more than just charred, it was literally on fire.
With a swift move of her hands sending energy, the lock was wax and she easily came in closing the door shut behind her. Blue orbs were escaping her whole body.
I dashed forward.
“What happened?” I asked.
She could barely utter a word.
She was wailing, her breath coming out of her lips in noisy sobs and jolts of energy ,as intense and big as lightnings, kept escaping her.
“I didn’t mean to! I didn’t mean to. I swear! I don’t want to be bad!” She was incoherent, in a state of panic.
“I know you don't want to be bad! You are not bad! What happened?" I pressed.
“I killed him. I killed him!!! But I didn’t mean to! You believe me don't you?" She asked.
She looked just as lost as I must have looked when I first understood what immortality really meant.
Never having a companion.
Never being able to keep something I loved forever.
All she wanted was someone to be here in her time of need.
And I had to be that someone.
I needed to be that someone, because no one was there for me and I knew how that felt and I never wanted her to feel that way.
I nodded silently and waited for her to continue, not rushing her, because a wrong word or move now could destroy her forever.
“I wanted to stay at the park and get on the rollercoaster. All I wanted was to play. But there were all those girls around me, just like me! I only wanted to play! I didn’t mean to let the blue thingies come out of me! I didn’t want to be seen!".
“But the bad man saw that.
It was only a little blue thingy. It wasn’t even that big!
It just got out, you know!
No one saw that. But when that man saw it he flipped. He pulled me and he hurt me.
He dragged me inside the car. And I cried, I didn’t want to leave, but I stayed in there.”
She took a deep breath, trying to calm down.
“And I did stay in there. Because he said he was taking me back. I thought that others would understand. They will take me to the park again, won’t they? I am not bad!”
She looked into my eyes for consolation, one that I eagerly gave her not having comprehended the extent of the tragedy.
“No, Elle! Of course you are not bad. You didn’t mean to! And I promise you that once this is over, I will take you to the park myself!! Okay? ”
She nodded, but her breathing wouldn’t get less frantic.
“But the man started saying that he knew what I was the first time he saw me. And I didn’t even remember him. He spoke like he knew me. But I didn’t know him. He said that I may look like a little girl, but I am really a freak, a monster and that he knew what to do with a monster.”
I cursed under my breath. How stupid, how blind and how cruel could that man be? Even if what he was saying was true - which wasn't , couldn't be - what right did he have to traumatize her like that?
“Where is that man now, Elle? Where is he?” I demanded to know.
“He…he… I…” she trailed off and then burst into tears again causing her power to get loose around the room and the whole facility again.
It suddenly became clear to me. He was dead. He must be, that was why she was so upset. But what I couldn’t understand was why she was left in here alone and why weren’t “they” already coming to contain her?
“Tell me Elle! We might not have enough time!” I urged her.
“He told me that monsters like me had to be stopped at all costs.
And that he would shock me until my brain was jelly and I would not be able to speak or see anyone again. He told me I was never going to see you again.
And if you tried, he would find a way to kill you too! I screamed. I told him he couldn’t do that! But he told me he would and when we got here he just hit me and told me that he might as well kill me and say it was an accident, right in front of you!!”
I momentarily closed my eyes. I could not believe this. My mind could just not get around it. That man should have known better than get her mad. Then again how could he have known that she was just holding back and that she had already stopped the pills. She wasn’t as weak as he had thought.
“I didn’t do anything to him at first. Because you always tell me to be good, because they don't understand!
We got here and he said he was taking me to Bob but then he pulled me towards here and said he would kill me in front of you! I could not let him do that!
I don’t wanna die! I didn’t want to kill him but I didn’t wanna die!”
She collapsed in my arms, but then, as if suddenly remembering that her touch was lethal, she pulled away from me again.
“So you killed him?” I asked her silently. The reality starting to sink in.
“And then I couldn’t control it anymore. It just got out of control!”
“Adam, I can’t make it stop. I try to hold it back, but I can’t! I can’t take it anymore. It’s getting harder and harder!”
I could feel her pain was excruciating.
She knew she had hurt someone and that upset her so much it had turned her into a walking generator, emitting electricity all over, destroying everything in its trail. She was only a kid, how could anyone expect her to control her power the way only an adult could? She needed guidance and help and lessons!
I felt stings as her power continued to whip against my skin.
It was gradually taking more and more time for me to heal the wounds with her so close.
I knew the pain was transitory, my cells would regenerate, my blackened skin would give its place to new one, but my desire to help her, to alleviate her inner suffering was transcendent.
This could destroy her, her psyche, her chances for a normal life.
I knew I was the only one, who was able to help her.
She had to let it out. She had to vent all this energy or it was going to consume her and destroy everything in its wake.
It was with horror that I realized that despite her being only a little girl, she was also lethal.
Lethal to everyone around her.
Everyone but me.
And in my heart, I felt we were connected more than words could ever express.
“Elle? Don’t be afraid! Do you hear me? I can fix this! I can fix you! Do you believe me? I yelled at her, taking hold of her by the shoulders bringing her closer to me despite the pain.
I knew she saw me wince, she felt me flinch. And it devastated her.
“You can’t fix me! He was right! I am a monster! And the only time I didn’t feel like one, was with you! I have to go!! Get away from you!” She started, bitter tears in her eyes, her voice shaky just like her body. She made an attempt to free herself from my grasp.
“No, Elle! Trust me! Just let it all out! Let it all out on me! Just me! Focus on me!! I can take it!”
Her eyes grew large with terror and denial.
“No! No, you don’t understand!!! It would kill you! I would kill you!!”
“No, you wouldn’t! Look at me! I am not dead yet, see? The blue lines touch me, but I am ok!! Trust me!”
“No, you don’t understand! You are only alive because I am holding back!!
And still, it’s more than I can take!! But I can’t hurt you!
Everything I love dies! Everyone I love dies! I kill them!! I can’t let it happen to you!!! You have to get away from me!” she shrilled with her teddy bear tight against her chest as if it were a makeshift buckler.
“Trust me Elle! You do trust me, don’t you?” I demanded. “Nothing’s going to happen to me!” I searched for her eyes again cupping her face with my hands, despite the pangs of pain running through my body.
And she did trust me! I don’t know if it was because she really believed me or because she really couldn’t hold back anymore.
All I know, is that I had never seen her blue eyes so dark before.
Once they were blue as the spring sky.
Now they were dark blue like the sea during a storm.
As if in a dream, I saw her release her power with screams.
She was overloaded and the force, the impact was overwhelming.
I almost lost consciousness immediately.
Light bulbs were breaking around us. Broken pieces, dust, it was all becoming a floating accumulation of broken glass, plastic, dented metal and dust.
The debris was making it almost impossible to keep my eyes open or breathe.
I still remember her there, as I was lying helpless on the ground. She looked so broken, so empty and spent.
Her teddy bear was still on fire but she kept holding on to it.
And then; it was nothing more than a shapeless mass of blackened artificial fur.
But she kept holding on to it, until exhausted she kneeled on the floor.
An innocent blonde girl, with stains on her heavenly dress, tears in her eyes and thunder in her touch. Her hands interlocked in front of her face as she wiped her tears, as if praying to a God that had never shown His face to her, to deliver her, absolve her or mend her shattered pieces.
So worn out and shamefaced, it broke my heart to look at her.
And then as if in slow motion, I watched guards break down the door and grab her violently, dragging her out of my fuming room, just as I was closing my eyes for one more of my deaths.
She would think she had killed me, too.
I dreaded to think what that would do to her fragile psyche.
And momentarily, seconds before succumbing to the sweet surrender that is death, I could swear I saw Bob with a smirk on his face,
As if being proud of that.
As if another experiment of his had turned out successful.
But it couldn’t be true, could it?
They couldn’t have known that she had stopped taking her pills?
They couldn’t have known what would happen?
Unable to answer any of these questions, I swore that my smirk, would be the last thing Bob would see when I killed him.
End Of Chapter Four
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