FRANK WAS seeing red when he’d killed the
creature and now as he was coming down from
the fury he saw her face. He took a deep breath
and tried to keep calm. It was over, the thing was
gone. He kept telling himself that over and over
again, he was safe, SHE was safe.
NOW CAME the question of her. Did she really
want to actually hurt him or was she as harmless
as she claimed to be? At least just for him perhaps.
He didn’t like killing these creatures with an audience
for this precise reason; he hated them seeing it and
being affected by it. He didn’t do it as entertainment
or as a way for people to feel confirmed in some
fact.
WHAT COULD he do? He would feel strange
apologizing to her for what she’d seen but he
also DIDN’T feel sorry for it. The thing struck first.
❝A’right. Y’got two minutes.❞
He sighed, his voice even and calm. He removed his
lucky bandana from his pocket and wiped down his
blade. He would not resheath it for that was far too
much of a risk.
“WAIT, WHAT?”
Annabelle nearly yelled, exclaiming her very surprise
even by the sudden drop of her arms in shock before
she took the very step she had taken back, in his direction.
After all, she wasn’t REALLY scared of anyone, not when
she had k i l l e d many who had tried to harm her ( or
apprehend her, a.k.a government officials, ew ); but that
didn’t mean she enjoyed killing. On the contrary; thus,
she had to remain calm. And, Gods did she TRY.
“Only t w o minutes? Dude, this is a
long story, alright? Even I didn’t learn
the whole thing in a day, not really.”
AND, TRULY, she hadn’t. Though the head of the
institution where she had been taken to upon the fire in
Connecticut, had attempted to explain everything in only
the first hour she had reluctantly arrived, a young Anna
had been ENTIRELY unable to understand or even come
close to believe any of it; and she was the one with the
powers. So what would it r e a l l y be to someone who
had only just witnessed one of the different things she
could even do?
Hell, what would he even do when she explained the
mind-control bit?
PLUS, THE place where they fond themselves wasn’t
exactly private, and her own self-sufficient paranoia led
her to believe that camera s or microphones could be
hidden on trees or even rocks; thus, she didn’t TRUST
anything around her. It wasn’t exactly a place where she
wanted to d i v u l g e a promised explanation, was it?
“Besides.”
She said for it, standing straight once again and finding a
speck of confidence to adorn her words.
“This is not the PLACE for it; so take
me somewhere you feel s a f e or
comfortable and I’ll explain everything
there. I swear I don’t plan on hurting
you, or.. you know... anyone.”
She paused, daring to LIFT her hands at her sides alike
the old-school means of showing she was not a r m e d;
though, truly, with powers like hers, she always was, but,
well, it was the thought that counted, right?
“Not unless that anyone tries to hurt
ME first; in which case, I’ll d e f e n d
myself, but that’s it.”
