Mia Korvin | 23 | Outpatient Little Mia, Ginge, Princess Mushball, Hobbit, Torch, Mr. Dr. Evil Pork-Chop, Princess Mia, Mia Darling, Tom, Firebug, Mama Mia, Korvin. Pyromania, Manic Depression and Night Terrors. I might just prove you right. - {This is an RP account.}
If you forget the way to go
And lose where you came from
If no one is standing beside you
Be still and know I am
There in the basement, where it all began. There was an odd sense of deja vu about the place; the dark, the cold. The metallic scent of liquid life seeping from bodies less than meters away. Wheezing, Mia looked over to the male laid beside her, his eyes glazed over, blood pouring from his ears. How surreal it seemed to watch him die.. and at her hand too. Of course, Mia was paying the price for her actions, spluttering on occasion as her lungs filled with the essence that kept her alive. How ironic she should be a martyr; Mia Korvin, who’d attempted to take her life so many times the idea of suicide was almost comforting. Pulling herself into a seated position, she watched the timer on the bomb slowly decrease as her eyelids began to lower, finding it more and more difficult to breath. So close to death, yet so eager to hold on. Her skin paler than a ghost, she felt her limbs lose feeling, her head swimming with thoughts of her children; beautiful Claudia and brilliant Jenny. How sad she was to leave her children, though in her heart of hearts she knew they’d be safe; Jasper and Faye would raise them, just as if Mia had never been there at all. Just as if her actions had never gotten their father killed, she would be a whisper to their childhood.
It was as the heavy footsteps came bombarding down the stone staircase that Mia’s eyes closed for the final time, drowning in her own blood. Her last breath rattling in her chest, weak and fragile.. though in that moment, her eyes had never seen such beauty despite being closed. He was there in a moment, bent forward with that same encouraging smile he’d always worn around Mia.
‘Oh look, it’s Little Mia, back from the dead.’
Glancing at him, her eyes wide in slight fear. “Am I ..dead?”
‘I can’t tell you that, Mia. Only you know if you’re living or not.’
Offering his hand, Mia gladly took it with a smile that she hadn’t found herself wearing since his death. Eric was here. He’d never left, just as he’d promised. Standing up, there was an odd look of confusion sat upon her dainty features until her eyes found Eric’s, following them to the body she’d left behind, bloodied and broken. Stifling a sob in the realization it was all over, she watched as the bomb squad quickly diffused the bomb Luca had left behind, shaken exhalation following in the relief that her friends would live for another day. Tugging on his hand softly, her eyes wide and sparkling in the thought of no longer suffering, her mouth opened to speak but finding they shared the same thought, the tall male silently lead her out of the basement and up into the chaos that once was Kingston Row Asylum. Moments passed though and the horrific scene that once lay ruin to bombs and nightmare changed, morphing into a much friendlier scene that Mia couldn’t help but smile at.
Musical notes from an earlier Faye drifting through the hallways as Trina galloped past, Luke in suit as they laughed loudly with childhood in their steps. Max was there with a brief nod and a smile, the bottle he was so fond of being nursed in a fist, just as Icarus stood beside him, a hand on his shoulder with a smile to match hers. Of course, Mia knew this was all too good to be true, that this was her brain giving her the final moment of bliss before her descent into death, but she reveled nonetheless, absorbed in the faces she saw there. Logan walked beside her just as Eric did, his hand reaching out to give hers a brief squeeze before he turned off into the music room with Jasper and Faye. Everyone was happy here, in Mia’s heaven. They walked through the gardens, to see Millie and Ra talking of baking and through to her room with Alys sat reading. Passing the old offices, Mia turned her head to notice Dawson stood there, a knowing smile on his face as Sophie and Swan appeared, the three of them vanishing into a room engaged in an apparently exciting conversation. Even Chuck, Chuck who Mia had always somewhat loved, sat in a corridor, waiting until the two of them had passed before he attempted to trip Eric over. It was paradise in Mia’s eyes - it was Heaven, or so she thought.
Eric turning to her, a hand smoothing through her hair, chuckling at her expression as he did so. Feeling somewhat ready, Mia exhaled, nodding at the taller of the two.
‘Where to, m’lady?’
A tired smile stretching across her lips, the blonde shook her head with a light sigh.
“Home.”
They were in the Rec Room, Mia’s head turning to look around it once more before pulling Eric with her after deciding to leave via the gardens. There were no scars on this immortal body, no wounds to tell of her horrors being alive. There was no torture in this domain, no grief or sorrow. It was after their journey that she turned back for the final time to look at the asylum, gasping slightly as what she saw as tears brimmed her eyes. Her friends, every last one of them stood at the door of the asylum, smiling and calling to her as she waved back, feeling the sudden urge to go and hold them all close to her. In reply, each and every one of them raised their hands and returned the wave, giving a silent goodbye as she squeezed at Eric’s hands, their children stood before Faye and Jasper, waving along with their family. Stifling a small sob, Mia Korvin leaned into her love's warm embrace before turning to walk off into the woods, lit by golden sunshine as their stairway to heaven was set ablaze with memories past.
Luca was paralyzed. He couldn’t move anything. Not a single muscle was his own to control. It was different from all those times he had been held in place by his own fear as he hallucinated Mia sliding the cold blade into different parts of his body. This time it wasn’t fear that had forced him into stillness. It was realisation. It was recognition. It was revelation.
He had done so much bad. So much wrong in his life that he couldn’t even remember. He was so tortured by his actions and yet unable to repent for them that he had chosen to take the lives of other people, innocent people, so that he may find peace. And in that frozen moment that seemingly lasted an eternity, Luca felt more lost than ever before.
It was Mia’s words, the sound of her voice distorted with anger, that gave him freedom of movement once more. Had he been in his own mind, he would have pushed her away, stopped the bomb, saved the life of the only good thing in this broken and poisoned world which he had tried in vain to save.
But he wasn’t in his own mind; he was an instinctual creature who’s only conscious aim was to bring Kingston to ashes. And it was with such warped and primal hands that he grabbed Mia, words of comfort or pleading far beyond him now. He pulled the small framed girl close to his chest, his heart thudding so hard that he was certain that she, too, could feel it’s beating.
Watching the realization settle into his mind, Mia almost prayed that he would finally see the sense she'd been trying to put to him for so long. After all this time, maybe it would sink in that Luca was the only one that could save himself and in that, it wouldn't be from killing the inhabitants of Kingston. It was then, when his arms wrapped around her waist, prohibiting her from reaching the bomb that Mia began to panic. There was so little time left and having only one bullet meant either a chance at breaking free and trying to stop the bomb herself or having to take another option.. and despite her efforts, she only found Luca's arms constricting around her further. Her mind going into over-drive as she registered all possible actions she could take alone in the Basement with the man who'd tried to kill her on so many occasions, the last resort seemed more like a necessity.
Writhing her arms free from his grasp, Mia's hands delved into the fabric of her shirt where she'd poorly concealed a small pistol. Attempting to wriggle free for a final time, she knew her efforts would be in vain. Instead, taking a deep breath as hot tears fell from her face, the gun was lifted swiftly, it's muzzle placed at the epicenter of her scar as the safety was released. Taking a final glance at the locket Faye had bought her for her birthday mere days ago, Mia thought of her family as the trigger was pulled, the impact of the bullet piercing her skin forcing Mia to the ground as the bullet continued on through to it's designated target; the man behind her. Collapsing to the floor in short breaths, Mia glanced over to the male she was intended to spend her final moments with. "I'm not afraid.. of you. Anymore."
Luca stood carefully, slowly. He walked in a similar manner to where Mia was. He reached around her and snatched the device from her grip. “Don’t want to detonate this too soon now, do we?” He placed it in the opposite side of the room in the corner. “You see Mia, they all need saving. Not only from each other, or from themselves, but also from the crimes they have committed. The pains they have inflicted upon innocent lives will be forgiven.The Lord will welcome them home in His light and mercy!”
Luca faced her, knowing that she was a threat to his life with the weapon she held but it didn’t matter. All that mattered now was this. The here. The now. Mia and Luca. One final time.
“And when he had opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth beast say, Come and See. And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death and with the beasts of the earth.” He looked to the device behind him. “Revelation. Chapter six. Verses seven and eight.”
Reaching out for the bomb just a little too late, Mia stood, angry boiling over as tears welled in her eyes. "Don't you get it?! We're happy and we're safe here. We don't need saving - you only want to 'save' us because it means saving yourself for everything you've done, Luca!" Exhaling shakily, Mia continued on and planned to do so for as long as she could. "Look at everything you did and the destruction you caused; you need saving from yourself, not us!" With that, Mia brushed off the dust from her clothing, angrily gritting her teeth, unable to bear the thought of him taking away her friend's lives for no reason other than his own selfish need to quench the guilty conscience he possessed.
Watching the clock dip to a single minute, Mia saw no other way. She could grab the bomb and run out of the asylum maybe. Throw it out of a window - anything. She couldn't let people get hurt anymore because of Luca. He was her problem and no-one elses. All the good times they'd had were now shrouded in darkness, shadowed by the many times Luca had let Mia down. Even now, even in these precious moments left of life, Luca insisted on talking about this damn God of his that planned on destroying everything in it's wake. "I don't care about your damn God." She growled through gritted teeth before making another attempt for the bomb, hoping to God she could figure out a way to rid the asylum of it before everyone went up and her efforts were futile.
Luca blinked slowly, his hand steady as he ran it carefully over the cold metal and plastic of the device that was sure to bring the building above them to ruins and it’s inhabitants to the Kingdom of Heaven. “Do you remember this place? What happened here?” He didn’t turn to face her; he couldn’t. Though his body was still, his mind raced. It ran though every moment the two had shared together. The first time they spoke. The garden. The bandages. The clear sky. All of it.
The swelling in his chest caused him to bark an almost laugh. “Of course you do.” His eyes turned cold and vacant. “How could you forget?”
He turned to her, more on impulse than anything. “You see, I don’t.” He looked to her with pleading eyes, slow advancing steps were made. He knelt before her, his eyes brimming with tears. “I don’t remember what I did! How I hurt you! That…that scar…” His voice was thick and trailed off into little breaths that bordered gasping. His eyes were vacant once more but fixed this time on where he knew the tarnished flesh resided. “I don’t remember…”
Her teeth clenching at the memory that had haunted her, Mia had to stop herself from giving another curt reply, knowing that a wrong move could trigger him - trigger the bomb. There was still the smell of iron, her eyes flashed to where she'd lay that day when he'd destroyed her trust as he'd dug into her chest with steel, leaving a signature there that did not belong to the man in the same room as her now. That man was long gone. His words turning cold, Mia couldn't help but reply coolly, hatred bubbling up in her throat threatening to over-spill. "Oh no, you make sure I can't forget it. That I won't forget it." The ugly scar that sat in the center of her chest was a constant reminder of the horror that Luca had once brought to her. Forgetting the sleepless nights and forever lost trust, it had taken Mia months to even feel confident enough to speak to people, having been left to bleed out on the floor of the Basement.
Lurching as he approached her and only realizing the wall was behind her, Mia yelped, hand instinctively shooting forward to give him a firm smack across the face, terror in her eyes as she backed away from the male. The couldn't be careful around him, not after the last time and the fact he was harbouring weapons and blowing up her home had simply gone far enough. Noting her chance, the girl ran to the device, dropping to her own knees as she turned it over in her hands, trying to find some sort of panel to try and open. She was far from experienced when it came to this thing, but as her shaken hands ran over the clock, she knew she had to try. Faye had to live - Trina too. All the people, all her friends would be lost if she didn't try and if it meant throwing caution to the wind in an attempt to keep her companions from Luca's wrath, it was worth a shot.
Luca watched intently as two men dragged Faye’s lump body away. Deep in his heart, beneath the religion and the God and even bellow the pain of every moment Luca could remember, there was a sting of remorse. If the man could see anything beyond his own delusions, he would have seen how wrong this whole situation was. But there was no turning back now, not that the screaming need to stop could be heard from the vault deep within.
As the two men began to lift her up the stairs Luca spoke, his voice soft. Teetering on the edge of caring. “Be careful with her.” They nodded and began their ascension with greater care. The third stood, leaning against the wall, expression conveying little interest in the events that were unfolding before him. “Bring her down.” Luca’s commanding tone was one that this particular boy, he couldn’t have been older that seventeen, wasn’t accustomed to. Nevertheless, he followed the instruction and climbed the stairs to bring to Luca what he desired most.
Having figured out that Faye wasn't returning from the kitchens that day, playing Alice's last conversation over and over about being held in the basement, everything started to click into place. The kidnappings, the bombings; Hell, if there was anyone crazy enough in this world to destroy people that he supposedly cared about, it was Luca. So the sickly stomach she nursed had told her to go to the Basement, the place where everything started.. and hopefully the place where everything would end. She'd managed to beat one of his lackey's with a piece of pipe she'd found amidst the rubble, snatching the small gun and concealing it well in the swathe of clothes she now wore to cover up as much flesh as possible.
Her mind racing as she took her own pace to the room she feared the most, it wasn't long before his heavies found her, snatching her by the wrists and forcing her down the stone steps herself. It took a moment for her to register the body ascending from the darkness; Faye. Screaming and kicking, she used as much body weight as possible to break the strong-hold they had on her.. but Mia was simply too small and much too weak. Reaching the bottom, she was pushed into the depths, noticing the silhouette in the dark room. "You're a monster!" Pushing herself against the wall as far from him as she could, it was in that moment she noticed the cube in the center of the room. It was smaller than she expected but Mia knew exactly what it was from the minute she saw the count-down on the front of the box. It was a bomb.. and it was going to detonate.
-though reluctantly, she unweaves her arms from Mia’s and stands in the cramped space- Right, don’t worry about food. I’ll deal with that… You meet me down at Trina’s room in ten minutes, yeah?
-her eyes closing softly with a wife smile, the moment is blissful until her stomach rumbles, only making Mia chuckle hardly- Man, I can't remember the last time I ate.
-her cheek resting against Mia’s head, she lets out a small sigh- I promise, all this is just gonna be a distant memory soon enough. Life always goes on, right?
-pausing, she smiles softly- No matter how bad it gets least we’ve always got each other, right? That’s never gonna change.
-laughing at the thought of the entire family being dragged on holiday for a few weeks, she eventually runs a hand through her hair and sighs softly, wondering for a moment how long it’ll be before she sees them all again. looking over at Mia with a small smile, she threads her arm through hers to hold her close- ….We’re going to be okay. I can tell we are. In a weeks time we’ll be at home with the kids, and we’ll forget this ever happened.
-resting her head on Faye's shoulder with a heavy exhalation, she nods, hand softly gripping the locket- I hope to God we do, Faye. I'm tired of all this now. We're never gonna get better while we're in here.
-frowning softly, her eyes widen suddenly at the mention of the basement and an unfortunate sensation settles in her stomach- ...the basement, did you say?
-grinning as she does, she drops the locket into Mia’s hand and wraps her fingers around it, nudging her softly as she does- Ah, it’s nothing… After this I’m paying for us all to move to somewhere warm, like Barbados. The fact that we’re on a basic income is really irrelevant to that plan.
-carefully fumbling about to put the locket on in the dim light, she grins as her hands smooth over the metal, chuckling some- I'll pay, since I don't work and have nothing better to spend my money on. The whole family can come.
Y'know, just hiding away with my best friend that you repeatedly tried to kill since the only place I call home is being blown to pieces and having hidden out in a cupboard all week and being unable to see my kids on my birthday, I can't say I'm too great. -smiles weakly, shrugging- You've seen better days, too.
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