Dining on Ashes // Chapter Twenty
Title: Dining On Ashes
Chapter name: 20 // Breaking the Broken
Fandom: Heroes
Characters: Sylar, OCs
Pairing(s): Eventual Sylar/OC
Rating: NC-17 for the ensemble
Summary: After the events of Villains, Sylar finds himself working, yet again, for a company. Just when he thinks that things might be different, he is sent on an assignment. Killings, he can handle, robberies, no problem, but, when he's asked to protect a woman and bring her safely back to the Corporation, he might have met his match.
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Chapter Twenty// The flood
When she rose from the floor of the same cavernous room some time later, the light from the hole above head had considerably dimed. She became aware of her arm, pinned uncomfortably underneath her. She shifted with a groan, falling on her back, her hand landing on something soft.
She turned her head to see two black pits staring at her. She screamed, kicking away the body but only finding more. She struggled to her feet, walking around on the isolated island, a patch of about 6 cubic feet where there the sea of dead bodies stopped, and tried to find a path leading to safety.
“Rise and shine,” called a voice from the shadows.
She spun on her heels, trying to focus on the source of the voice. All she saw was darkness spanning out in all directions.
Finally, a man walked out of the shadows, his yellow suit like beacon and she wondered how she had missed him before.
“Finally awake, sleeping beauty?”
“Why am I still here? Didn’t I do my…job?”
She shuddered, her hands wrapping around her body as she looked about herself. She tried not to think that this was all her fault, that if it wasn’t for they’d still be alive.
She knew it wasn’t true; it was the fault of the people who ran this place. It was them who had brought her to this place, forced those people on her. It was not her fault that she was not strong enough to resist them.
You should be strong enough by now, a voice chirped in the back of her mind. She pushed the taunting away, focusing on the bright yellow of the jumpsuit.
“We aren’t done with you yet.”
“When will you be done with me?”
“Do you really want to know?”
The truth was that she didn’t. She knew the truth would be awful. Much more ghastly that the empty eye sockets that stared sightlessly ahead. Much more horrifying than the deaths she had already caused and will continue to be the root of until her own death.
But not knowing, this stage in between knowledge and peaceful oblivion, was worse than any horrid truth.
Most people had said that limbo was peaceful, forgetting the past’s oblivion and preparing for the truths ahead. But she begged to differ. So she nodded her head, a little more stiffly than she would have liked.
“We will break you.”
Really, she should not have been surprised, and she was not. What else could they have been doing but that? She just didn’t know why. So she asked.
And all she got was a laugh, distorted and rippling through the cave and the dead bodies like a rogue wave.
“We have one more surprise.”
She could hear the smile on his lips, she did not need to see it. She could also feel his intentions, like poison soiling the ground even further.
“Bring her out.”
¤ ¤ ¤
He shut the door behind him, head landing roughly on the metal surface.
If only the bones had crunched, if only he could feel himself healing, then maybe he would have proof that something still worked like it was supposed to. That everything had begun to act as though someone had shoved their clumsy fat fingers into the machine and pulled out a few important cogs and wheels.
Protection had been replaced by fear and hate by something too close to love to fully ignore. And for the first time in his life he was afraid for someone else’s life.
Yes there had been Elle, but it hadn’t been like this.
Elle, he had killed, tossed out of the way once she had become too important. If he killed her, Jax, it would be worse than dying… worse than living the rest of his life in oblivion with the nagging feeling that perhaps he was meant to be more. That there was some hidden part of him that, if he would let out, would create something new.
Something powerful.
He hated the feeling as much as he knew he needed it.
She might be temporary just as she may be permanent but, for now, she was there.
But how much longer was now? Was it a day, was it a moment?
Would he see her after he was shipped off?
He already knew the answer to that question: no. The expressed purpose of his transfer was to place as much distance in between their bodies as possible. And this distance would never diminish as long as the boss lived and that his memory was in the minds of the men who had taken his place. He would not see, or hear, of Jax again.
And she was temporary, woundable, mortal. She would not see the centuries come and pass like him. Instead, one cut could take away her life before she had the chance to see the things that made life bearable.
And him, once she would die…
He preferred not to think about it.
¤ ¤ ¤
Adrianna stared at the girl as she walked into the small circles of light. She looked normal enough, a little small but that might have been because of the over sized rags which might once have been clothes that now floated around her body.
“Who is she?” Adrianna asked as the girl was being marched upon the piles of dead bodies. She said nothing, simply stared ahead, as if she could see through Adrianna and the darkness beyond.
“That is of no concern to you.”
“Actually it is.”
“You said nothing about the others you killed.”
Adrianna flinched, something about the accusatory tone of the man made it seem like the whole execution was her idea, as if she had drafted the plan and marched them all down to this room without their assistance.
She took a deep breath, trying to convince herself that it was not so.
“But this one is different.”
“How so?”
“You are singling her out.”
The man marched up to her, staring down at her through his cat pupil eyes.
“We have no purpose,” he told her slowly, as though she were a dunce, “no purpose, but to break you.”
The girl stared up at her, blinking eyes a clear blue green in the dying light. It was as though she was seeing her for the first time and Adrianna felt a tremor go through her, as though a searchlight had found her escaping from prison. She tried to keep her breathing as calm as possible but found her diaphragm to be out of her control.
One of the two men pushed her forward and she stumbled, surprised by the shove. She landed with her palms on the girl’s shoulders.
Who are you? she asked in her mind as she stared into the girl’s eyes. They were sunken in and lined with black but they still shone.
To her surprise a voice answered.
That is not important
The voice was sweet with an almost tinkling clarity that reminded Adrianna of the glass wind chimes she had made with her sister one summer.
Then what is?
The truth.
She looked up in wonder to see the walls of the cave melt away, the floor, once littered with bodies become blank as a new slate. Then, new walls started to form, wooden panels, polished to an almost mirror like sheen, came into view. The floors underfoot were wood as well, fastened into intricate patterns.
Slowly the room began to fill. People were standing about, richly dressed and hanging on to expensive looking crystal ware filled to the top with bubbly champagne. Diamonds sparkled on golden pendants and pearls, like stars in the sky, gleamed on black silks and velvets.
The little girl, now as richly dressed as everyone else, tugged impatiently on Adrianna’s hand and marched her way from the buzz of the party.
“Did you just teleport us?” Adrianna asked out loud, there was no chance that people could hear her, the hubbub was rather loud and everyone seemed rather absorbed in their conversations.
“No,” the girl said simply.
They passed in front of a large mirror and Adrianna caught sight of her bedraggled appearance. Her hair was standing on ends, large black pockets rested under her eyes and her skin looked so pallid it was almost see-through.
“No time,” the girl said, tugging even harder.
This time Adrianna followed the girl into a dark hallway, where she walked through a door instead of opening it. Adrianna hesitated before doing the same. It felt rather pleasant, like walking through warm rain and Adrianna suddenly wished she could do it again and again.
“…Nathan doesn’t know what he’s doing.”
She looked up to see two men talking, one of whom was sitting in a high back chair behind a large mahogany desk. The other was standing opposite him, palms splayed on the man’s desk. She recognized him immediately, he was the boss of the Corporation. The other she had never seen in her life.
But this Nathan guy they were talking about, it wasn’t the first time she had heard his name.
“It’s too personal for him,” the boss said
“Of course it is, after all, his whole family is composed of these freaks. And who knows if he’s one himself.”
“We can’t know for sure. After all, he’s the one with the Primatech files, he could easily be hiding something from us.”
“And he’s their friend. No matter how many times he tells us that he’s ready to be the right hand of justice, he won’t be able to hurt his friends, or his family. He’s too soft.”
“He’s useless,” the boss agreed.
“We need someone to take them, someone who is not afraid of doing what has to be done.”
“Do you have someone in mind?”
The boss was already smiling, the side of his mouth facing Adrianna twitching impatiently as if anticipating the man’s words.
“Of course I do.”
At this the boss’ smile reputed on his face, no longer contained. It was a fierce grin, one that Adrianna knew solidified his post as the Corporation’s head.
“Who?”
“You.”
The walls melted away as the man stood, extending a hand to shake the boss’s outstretched one. Then, for a few moments they stood in darkness, the little girl’s and Adrianna’s hands linked.
Then the walls reformed, slowly like smoke rising up from an unseen source, curling up and solidifying. They were in a white concrete box, one much like the laboratories Adrianna had so often visited.
In front of her was a chair like that she had been strapped to several times. But this time it was not her held in place by thick plastic strips, but a young girl with brown tangled hair. It took Adrianna a moment before she identified the young girl sitting on the chair as the one who was standing in front of her in the real world. She looked much cleaner, her eyes shining confidently in the light.
She looked alive.
On the other side of the bed stood two men. One in a white lab coat, fiddling with instruments shining brightly on their tray. The other was an older man, hair grey and curling below his ears. his nose was sharp and cruel, cutting down his face like a knife. His eyes were shining, but what could have been described as joy apparent on his face was clearly a ruse. The man was diabolic.
He was the boss.
“I want you to find them.”
“That’s not how it works.”
“How does it work?”
“I won’t help you.”
“You have to.”
“No, I don’t.”
“If you don’t do what I say, I have the power to make your life miserable.”
“And the others, the ones you bring here, their lives will be miserable too.”
“I will protect them, just like I’ll protect you.”
“How? By locking me up.”
“Such a big mouth, such a small girl, it would be a shame to break you. It would be so easy to do.”
“Then who would find them?”
The man simply stared blankly at her before turning to the lab coat covered man.
“She isn’t seeing reason,” he said, a smile trying to twist his mouth, but he fought it down so that the edges almost unnoticeably fluttered.
“Do you think that is reason enough-”
“She must be taught obedience.”
Adrianna turned to the young girl in time to see her swallow anxiously. She apparently did not like the tone of voice both men were using, much like Adrianna. Her face visibly paled, turning even slightly green in the blue fluorescent glow of the lights.
The boss turned back to the small figure of the girl.
“Where are they?”
She kept her mouth shut, shaking her small head once. At this the man smiled.
“Alright then.”
He nodded slightly and the lab coat man walked over, a large syringe in his hand.
“This might sting a bit.”
At this the girl panicked, thrashing wildly in her seat, trying to fend away the man. But the straps were much stronger than she and her feeble movements were only slight twitches against the sticky vinyl.
She was no match for the needle and it dug into her skin, piercing the vein. The man pushed down on the top and Adrianna watched as its liquid, a golden haze, was pushed into the girl’s blood. Adrianna felt the burning just as surely as if it was she who was on that table, a needle stuck in her arm. Perhaps it was the memories, perhaps it was something else.
The walls melted again and the light faded. She waited for the walls to come back, forming some other room, until she felt a cold chill. She realized she was in a room right now, probably the cell in which the girl had been placed. After a few minute she saw a light grow, or perhaps it was her eyes getting accustomed to the gloom. She felt a tug on her arm and nearly jumped out of her skin.
“Read,” the voice instructed her.
So she did. It took her a while to see, then a while longer to understand.
“These are memories…”
She could not see a thing but she knew that the girl was smiling, probably running her hands long the surface of the wet walls.
“Whose?”
“Mine.”
Adrianna turned to look at the girl. She was facing the wall just as Ad had suspected, as if studying a message of particular importance.
“Why?” Adrianna asked after a moment.
“Because I forget.”
“Your memories? But you’re young and-”
“You saw them pump that liquid into me. Why would they need you if they already had the serum? Why would they go through all that trouble?”
The question stumped her, even if it seemed obvious at first. Why hadn’t she asked the same questions? Simple, because, like with life, she had been told to be the silent observer, to keep her questions to herself unless necessary.
“They’re serum works, it enhances abilities, but it takes things away, memories, feelings.”
“You mean-”
“I don’t know who I am, where I came from. I think my name might be Molly, that name seems to repeat itself more than the others, but, like with everything else, I can’t be sure if it’s a memory or a dream.”
The walls melted away again and they stood in that grey void.
I know too much, that’s why they want to kill me. One day, you will know too much and they will kill you too.
I know someone who can protect me.
Where is that person now?
She broke away, hands pulling away from her skin and found herself standing above the girl, a hand on her back is if ready to push her. She fell, and this time, in her confusion, when her fingers touched the girl’s bare shoulders, her powers activated and the girl dried up, falling to the ground.
Had the conversation never happened?
Molly
There was a whisper in her mind. A new presence, a guiding light.
¤ ¤ ¤
She woke up in her cell, her body twisted painfully. She liberated her entangled limbs and slowly sat up only to find spots in her vision. She bent over, head in between knees, when the nausea arose like a plague in her stomach.
But that change in position did not help.
Especially when they images came, bright and detailed as if every instant had been carved into her memory.
She got up and ran to the toilet. Toast decorated the inside of the bowl. She leant back after a moment, once she had felt the threat leave, and looked up at the lid.
She blinked, rubbing her eyes.
There was something written in red.
Tonight
Chapter name: 20 // Breaking the Broken
Fandom: Heroes
Characters: Sylar, OCs
Pairing(s): Eventual Sylar/OC
Rating: NC-17 for the ensemble
Summary: After the events of Villains, Sylar finds himself working, yet again, for a company. Just when he thinks that things might be different, he is sent on an assignment. Killings, he can handle, robberies, no problem, but, when he's asked to protect a woman and bring her safely back to the Corporation, he might have met his match.
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Chapter Twenty// The flood
When she rose from the floor of the same cavernous room some time later, the light from the hole above head had considerably dimed. She became aware of her arm, pinned uncomfortably underneath her. She shifted with a groan, falling on her back, her hand landing on something soft.
She turned her head to see two black pits staring at her. She screamed, kicking away the body but only finding more. She struggled to her feet, walking around on the isolated island, a patch of about 6 cubic feet where there the sea of dead bodies stopped, and tried to find a path leading to safety.
“Rise and shine,” called a voice from the shadows.
She spun on her heels, trying to focus on the source of the voice. All she saw was darkness spanning out in all directions.
Finally, a man walked out of the shadows, his yellow suit like beacon and she wondered how she had missed him before.
“Finally awake, sleeping beauty?”
“Why am I still here? Didn’t I do my…job?”
She shuddered, her hands wrapping around her body as she looked about herself. She tried not to think that this was all her fault, that if it wasn’t for they’d still be alive.
She knew it wasn’t true; it was the fault of the people who ran this place. It was them who had brought her to this place, forced those people on her. It was not her fault that she was not strong enough to resist them.
You should be strong enough by now, a voice chirped in the back of her mind. She pushed the taunting away, focusing on the bright yellow of the jumpsuit.
“We aren’t done with you yet.”
“When will you be done with me?”
“Do you really want to know?”
The truth was that she didn’t. She knew the truth would be awful. Much more ghastly that the empty eye sockets that stared sightlessly ahead. Much more horrifying than the deaths she had already caused and will continue to be the root of until her own death.
But not knowing, this stage in between knowledge and peaceful oblivion, was worse than any horrid truth.
Most people had said that limbo was peaceful, forgetting the past’s oblivion and preparing for the truths ahead. But she begged to differ. So she nodded her head, a little more stiffly than she would have liked.
“We will break you.”
Really, she should not have been surprised, and she was not. What else could they have been doing but that? She just didn’t know why. So she asked.
And all she got was a laugh, distorted and rippling through the cave and the dead bodies like a rogue wave.
“We have one more surprise.”
She could hear the smile on his lips, she did not need to see it. She could also feel his intentions, like poison soiling the ground even further.
“Bring her out.”
¤ ¤ ¤
He shut the door behind him, head landing roughly on the metal surface.
If only the bones had crunched, if only he could feel himself healing, then maybe he would have proof that something still worked like it was supposed to. That everything had begun to act as though someone had shoved their clumsy fat fingers into the machine and pulled out a few important cogs and wheels.
Protection had been replaced by fear and hate by something too close to love to fully ignore. And for the first time in his life he was afraid for someone else’s life.
Yes there had been Elle, but it hadn’t been like this.
Elle, he had killed, tossed out of the way once she had become too important. If he killed her, Jax, it would be worse than dying… worse than living the rest of his life in oblivion with the nagging feeling that perhaps he was meant to be more. That there was some hidden part of him that, if he would let out, would create something new.
Something powerful.
He hated the feeling as much as he knew he needed it.
She might be temporary just as she may be permanent but, for now, she was there.
But how much longer was now? Was it a day, was it a moment?
Would he see her after he was shipped off?
He already knew the answer to that question: no. The expressed purpose of his transfer was to place as much distance in between their bodies as possible. And this distance would never diminish as long as the boss lived and that his memory was in the minds of the men who had taken his place. He would not see, or hear, of Jax again.
And she was temporary, woundable, mortal. She would not see the centuries come and pass like him. Instead, one cut could take away her life before she had the chance to see the things that made life bearable.
And him, once she would die…
He preferred not to think about it.
¤ ¤ ¤
Adrianna stared at the girl as she walked into the small circles of light. She looked normal enough, a little small but that might have been because of the over sized rags which might once have been clothes that now floated around her body.
“Who is she?” Adrianna asked as the girl was being marched upon the piles of dead bodies. She said nothing, simply stared ahead, as if she could see through Adrianna and the darkness beyond.
“That is of no concern to you.”
“Actually it is.”
“You said nothing about the others you killed.”
Adrianna flinched, something about the accusatory tone of the man made it seem like the whole execution was her idea, as if she had drafted the plan and marched them all down to this room without their assistance.
She took a deep breath, trying to convince herself that it was not so.
“But this one is different.”
“How so?”
“You are singling her out.”
The man marched up to her, staring down at her through his cat pupil eyes.
“We have no purpose,” he told her slowly, as though she were a dunce, “no purpose, but to break you.”
The girl stared up at her, blinking eyes a clear blue green in the dying light. It was as though she was seeing her for the first time and Adrianna felt a tremor go through her, as though a searchlight had found her escaping from prison. She tried to keep her breathing as calm as possible but found her diaphragm to be out of her control.
One of the two men pushed her forward and she stumbled, surprised by the shove. She landed with her palms on the girl’s shoulders.
Who are you? she asked in her mind as she stared into the girl’s eyes. They were sunken in and lined with black but they still shone.
To her surprise a voice answered.
That is not important
The voice was sweet with an almost tinkling clarity that reminded Adrianna of the glass wind chimes she had made with her sister one summer.
Then what is?
The truth.
She looked up in wonder to see the walls of the cave melt away, the floor, once littered with bodies become blank as a new slate. Then, new walls started to form, wooden panels, polished to an almost mirror like sheen, came into view. The floors underfoot were wood as well, fastened into intricate patterns.
Slowly the room began to fill. People were standing about, richly dressed and hanging on to expensive looking crystal ware filled to the top with bubbly champagne. Diamonds sparkled on golden pendants and pearls, like stars in the sky, gleamed on black silks and velvets.
The little girl, now as richly dressed as everyone else, tugged impatiently on Adrianna’s hand and marched her way from the buzz of the party.
“Did you just teleport us?” Adrianna asked out loud, there was no chance that people could hear her, the hubbub was rather loud and everyone seemed rather absorbed in their conversations.
“No,” the girl said simply.
They passed in front of a large mirror and Adrianna caught sight of her bedraggled appearance. Her hair was standing on ends, large black pockets rested under her eyes and her skin looked so pallid it was almost see-through.
“No time,” the girl said, tugging even harder.
This time Adrianna followed the girl into a dark hallway, where she walked through a door instead of opening it. Adrianna hesitated before doing the same. It felt rather pleasant, like walking through warm rain and Adrianna suddenly wished she could do it again and again.
“…Nathan doesn’t know what he’s doing.”
She looked up to see two men talking, one of whom was sitting in a high back chair behind a large mahogany desk. The other was standing opposite him, palms splayed on the man’s desk. She recognized him immediately, he was the boss of the Corporation. The other she had never seen in her life.
But this Nathan guy they were talking about, it wasn’t the first time she had heard his name.
“It’s too personal for him,” the boss said
“Of course it is, after all, his whole family is composed of these freaks. And who knows if he’s one himself.”
“We can’t know for sure. After all, he’s the one with the Primatech files, he could easily be hiding something from us.”
“And he’s their friend. No matter how many times he tells us that he’s ready to be the right hand of justice, he won’t be able to hurt his friends, or his family. He’s too soft.”
“He’s useless,” the boss agreed.
“We need someone to take them, someone who is not afraid of doing what has to be done.”
“Do you have someone in mind?”
The boss was already smiling, the side of his mouth facing Adrianna twitching impatiently as if anticipating the man’s words.
“Of course I do.”
At this the boss’ smile reputed on his face, no longer contained. It was a fierce grin, one that Adrianna knew solidified his post as the Corporation’s head.
“Who?”
“You.”
The walls melted away as the man stood, extending a hand to shake the boss’s outstretched one. Then, for a few moments they stood in darkness, the little girl’s and Adrianna’s hands linked.
Then the walls reformed, slowly like smoke rising up from an unseen source, curling up and solidifying. They were in a white concrete box, one much like the laboratories Adrianna had so often visited.
In front of her was a chair like that she had been strapped to several times. But this time it was not her held in place by thick plastic strips, but a young girl with brown tangled hair. It took Adrianna a moment before she identified the young girl sitting on the chair as the one who was standing in front of her in the real world. She looked much cleaner, her eyes shining confidently in the light.
She looked alive.
On the other side of the bed stood two men. One in a white lab coat, fiddling with instruments shining brightly on their tray. The other was an older man, hair grey and curling below his ears. his nose was sharp and cruel, cutting down his face like a knife. His eyes were shining, but what could have been described as joy apparent on his face was clearly a ruse. The man was diabolic.
He was the boss.
“I want you to find them.”
“That’s not how it works.”
“How does it work?”
“I won’t help you.”
“You have to.”
“No, I don’t.”
“If you don’t do what I say, I have the power to make your life miserable.”
“And the others, the ones you bring here, their lives will be miserable too.”
“I will protect them, just like I’ll protect you.”
“How? By locking me up.”
“Such a big mouth, such a small girl, it would be a shame to break you. It would be so easy to do.”
“Then who would find them?”
The man simply stared blankly at her before turning to the lab coat covered man.
“She isn’t seeing reason,” he said, a smile trying to twist his mouth, but he fought it down so that the edges almost unnoticeably fluttered.
“Do you think that is reason enough-”
“She must be taught obedience.”
Adrianna turned to the young girl in time to see her swallow anxiously. She apparently did not like the tone of voice both men were using, much like Adrianna. Her face visibly paled, turning even slightly green in the blue fluorescent glow of the lights.
The boss turned back to the small figure of the girl.
“Where are they?”
She kept her mouth shut, shaking her small head once. At this the man smiled.
“Alright then.”
He nodded slightly and the lab coat man walked over, a large syringe in his hand.
“This might sting a bit.”
At this the girl panicked, thrashing wildly in her seat, trying to fend away the man. But the straps were much stronger than she and her feeble movements were only slight twitches against the sticky vinyl.
She was no match for the needle and it dug into her skin, piercing the vein. The man pushed down on the top and Adrianna watched as its liquid, a golden haze, was pushed into the girl’s blood. Adrianna felt the burning just as surely as if it was she who was on that table, a needle stuck in her arm. Perhaps it was the memories, perhaps it was something else.
The walls melted again and the light faded. She waited for the walls to come back, forming some other room, until she felt a cold chill. She realized she was in a room right now, probably the cell in which the girl had been placed. After a few minute she saw a light grow, or perhaps it was her eyes getting accustomed to the gloom. She felt a tug on her arm and nearly jumped out of her skin.
“Read,” the voice instructed her.
So she did. It took her a while to see, then a while longer to understand.
“These are memories…”
She could not see a thing but she knew that the girl was smiling, probably running her hands long the surface of the wet walls.
“Whose?”
“Mine.”
Adrianna turned to look at the girl. She was facing the wall just as Ad had suspected, as if studying a message of particular importance.
“Why?” Adrianna asked after a moment.
“Because I forget.”
“Your memories? But you’re young and-”
“You saw them pump that liquid into me. Why would they need you if they already had the serum? Why would they go through all that trouble?”
The question stumped her, even if it seemed obvious at first. Why hadn’t she asked the same questions? Simple, because, like with life, she had been told to be the silent observer, to keep her questions to herself unless necessary.
“They’re serum works, it enhances abilities, but it takes things away, memories, feelings.”
“You mean-”
“I don’t know who I am, where I came from. I think my name might be Molly, that name seems to repeat itself more than the others, but, like with everything else, I can’t be sure if it’s a memory or a dream.”
The walls melted away again and they stood in that grey void.
I know too much, that’s why they want to kill me. One day, you will know too much and they will kill you too.
I know someone who can protect me.
Where is that person now?
She broke away, hands pulling away from her skin and found herself standing above the girl, a hand on her back is if ready to push her. She fell, and this time, in her confusion, when her fingers touched the girl’s bare shoulders, her powers activated and the girl dried up, falling to the ground.
Had the conversation never happened?
Molly
There was a whisper in her mind. A new presence, a guiding light.
¤ ¤ ¤
She woke up in her cell, her body twisted painfully. She liberated her entangled limbs and slowly sat up only to find spots in her vision. She bent over, head in between knees, when the nausea arose like a plague in her stomach.
But that change in position did not help.
Especially when they images came, bright and detailed as if every instant had been carved into her memory.
She got up and ran to the toilet. Toast decorated the inside of the bowl. She leant back after a moment, once she had felt the threat leave, and looked up at the lid.
She blinked, rubbing her eyes.
There was something written in red.
Tonight