what could break
beastwithinxme
The whole world was a dark, cracking shell of nothing. And she felt a hollowness to her as time wore on. Her dad was dead, the Company was dead, everything that she had known was dead. And her life was nothing but a revolving circle of blackness. They, she didn’t know who they were, but they gave her some sort of purpose again. After everything. And purpose was what she craved, what she needed. After losing everything. She lived her life in a dark shade of anger and madness. They told her she was one of a kind. And that they needed her. She knew that it was an obvious lie. But she accepted it, swallowed it down and allowed herself to have it because she yearned for it. For something. When your whole world is cracking there has to be something to grip onto to drag you back out of it.
Pinehearst had been a failure. Torn out by the root by them. They had wanted Gabriel but he was gone. Gabriel, Sylar. And she had to be reminded daily of the worst sort of lie, the scar on her forehead. She wished that after everything that they had discovered that they could take away her scar. She didn’t know where he went after it was all shot to hell. She said she didn’t care. He tried to kill her. But he didn’t. Worst pain to let her live.
They had set up the building as a base. Something to attract attention. So when the Avengers came they ‘saved’ her life. Simple as that. They were cautious of her though and she remained quiet. She had one mission, to return Pietro to his creators. Pinehearst’s project had been faulty. Pietro’s work was not. She wondered if any of them guessed it? Her lie. Her obvious lie. Even if they had their suspicions they never asked her about it. They let her live it at least for now. The Captain told her to rest. Like on repeat. How much rest did she need? Maybe they believed she was a victim. Maybe. She still didn’t know her way around, guided by small details around the place to find where she should go.
It was always easy finding him though. Wasn’t that funny? Stupid but funny, maybe. But he was her mission after all. He was a shadow in the brightly light corners of this place. He was like her. Maybe. Possibly. Sometimes she thought of telling him the truth. But instead she invaded his personal space. He was more evasive than invasive. But she wanted company and she didn’t think she fit well with the others.
Maybe not with him either.
She didn’t knock. Habit or loss of manners. Had she ever had them? She liked to go where she chose, when she decided. No rules. That’s what she had been promised. But this place felt more free. More okay. Another stupid thought. There was an attraction to the goodness here. Was Pietro good?
She stayed quiet for a moment. And she wondered if he had moved at all. She couldn’t make him out in the dimness. She let out a breath, wanting him to notice. Wanting him to look at her and talk. The whole world was empty, it needed voices and sound, movement.
She rested back against the wall. “Mind if I intrude.” Again. But there was no reason to put that out there. He knew it was again. She hoped that he wasn’t counting. He might get tired. And then where would she go?
