Let Me Save You

When I was 7 The nuns said I had D e v i l s Inside me. Assassin. Clone. Asexual. Ukrainian.

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Concept: Helena trying to steal kittens from petsmart by putting them in the many pockets of her jacket and trying to walk out while her jacket meows and wiggles

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… because she lived her childhood in a convent and then in a cage, it’s like she’s not part of this world… Everything about the way she’s equipped is about murder and farting and eating. It’s base and primitive and uncivilized, and I love that collision of things. She’s just sort of grown from there, and they’ve started to put her in really domestic situations to see what happens, because it’s such an odd pairing.

Tatiana Maslany about Helena, Off Camera with Sam Jones (x)

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Alana finally comes downstairs– she moves slow, as she has to move. There’s a gun at her hip with her hands tight around the crutches, the belt dangling a little somewhat loose. Her steps down are slow, shaky, a palm pressed against the wall. She slides into the foyer and then inches into the kitchen, her eyes briefly– “Helena?!” She sounds absolutely incredulous, positively in shock. The dogs are making a crunchy, crumbly mess of cornflakes and the bleached blonde is atop her fridge like some watchful gargoyle. She snaps her fingers and lets out a swift, short tssss! of a sound. Five sets of paws scatter and obediently click back to the mud room, five heads sunk down in shame. She’s awkwardly swaying in the doorway, propped up on her crutches with her back stinging in sharp waves. “Can you– will you come down from there, please? And I’ll make you something?”

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-- She hears the woman making her way over, crutches clacking against the hard floor. Alana peeks around, eyes practically popping out when she lands them on her. The reaction causes her to grin, it was funny looking. Cereal falls out of her mouth as she chortles, waving briefly before dipping her hand back into the box.

“Doctorling.” She says in response to her name, repeating the nickname she had picked up for the small woman. Helena knew better than anyone people often underestimated you based on your looks -- she sometimes used that to her advantage since she didn’t look strong. Many men had plenty of things to say until she hit them. She could say she was persuasive. So even though she teased the tiny woman, she never doubted her capability. 

Even if she could not reach the top shelf of things.

“You have too many... dogs.” She says, off put by the balls of fur beneath her. Alana sends the beasts away and Helena growls at them as they leave. She wanted the last word -- or, growl as it was. “You are able to control them. You are ‘top dog’ then?” She scoots closer to the edge of the fridge in order to hop down to the floor. She lands with an umf before straightening, taking in Alana’s crutches and obvious discomfort for a moment. “I can find food myself. You should not be up, small one.” Alana was older than her but she was still the smaller one. 

She pops the fridge open and locates the milk, quickly taking a swig of it from the carton before stuffing in cereal after it. “Where are your bowls?” She says through a mouthful of wet food, beginning to look through the cabinets and such before Alana can even reply. 

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Comforting-Edition {Sentence Starters}

"Hey, it's okay. They won't find you here."

"You don't have to tell me anything. You just have to relax."

"Shh. It's okay. I won't let go of you."

"Have you been crying? What's wrong?"

"Just listen to my voice. Breathe."

"Do you want some tea? Would that help?"

"You can tell me what's wrong. I won't judge you."

"Don't let go of my hand. I'll keep you safe."

"Are you crying? Come here. Let me hug you."

"You're going to be fine, I promise."

"Here, you can snuggle under my blanket. I'll protect you."

"We can stay here until you feel better. I don't mind."

"Just take a breath. Tell me what happened."

"They won't be able to reach you here, I swear."

"No, no, no don't cry! It'll be okay!"

"I brought you a (drink). Are you feeling better?"

"I brought you a cookie. Now, I demand the payment of one smile."

"There's nothing here. You're safe."

"It's gone. I chased it away!"

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“Let’s go eat something.”

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“Well, I have these oreo cookies and the oreo cereal. I have donuts, I have a lot of vegetables, fruit, those rice cakes and some pizza and hot dogs. Oh, and pancakes, plus we can order fresh pizza and Chinese food?”

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-- “Good, all of this. We enjoy a feast tonight, yes?”

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-- She did not think about Alana having dogs, and so many even. She was only thinking about what such a nice house had for food, or maybe that it must have a comfortable bed to nap on. She did not expect to pick the lock and have the beasts run towards her. She knocked over a few things in her scramble to climb the counter to get away from them; even though these did not look like the dogs for attack, she is still wary. She tries hissing at them but they continue to make loud barks, hopping up the side of the counter trying to get to her. 

She ends up on top of the refrigerator, lip curled back with a box of cereal she managed to swipe in her hands. She tried covering her ears with her hands because they were being annoyingly loud, but she could not eat her ‘Corn Flakes’ like that. She endures the noise to stuff handfuls of the food into her mouth, wishing she could get to the milk she is sure inside the fridge she is perched on.

“Be quiet beasts,” she yells, throwing cereal at them, giving herself a short reprise from the noise as they ducked their heads to eat.

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{ yells into the void as i revive this blog }

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berserkbomber:

step one: do not murder anyone

failed step one

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Went to comicon as helena to celebrate the finale tonight!!

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                                 “A cornered mouse will bite a cat.”

                                            Independent Ravenstag from NBC’s Hannibal                                                                    Semi-selective                                                                 Triggering content

    “This does not reclassify the mouse as a predator or the cat as prey.“

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beastly thing

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Abigail laughed softly, but it was a dark, bitter sound. “Yes, I suppose there’s medicine for insanity…but nothing that I think works. My doctors are full of shit.” Her expression grew hard. “In the old days, they used electroshock therapy to fry the person’s brain. Nowadays, we’re pumped with anti-depressants and asked to discuss our feelings. It’s all a load of crap.”

Rubbing at the back of her neck, Abigail exhaled and looked to the side. “I’ve done too much to survive… I’m honestly afraid that I’ll turn out to be just like my dad. I fought so hard to save him, but…I couldn’t. Nobody could.”

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-- She watches Abigail, chewing on her lip. “They do this once, the nuns. They say I am a case that is lost and strap me into chair. I do not remember after that, but I remember pain. But my brain is not like fried egg. I still smarter than nuns, even after they do this.” She smiles, teeth still gnawing into her lip. She still could trick the nuns and hurt them, could still escape no matter how many times they put pain into her. She’s not sure how what she describes is supposed to help one who is sick in the head so she nods in agreement with her. “Yes, sounds like гівно.”

“We do not all need mommies and daddies.” She never had either, even if she wished she did sometimes she learned she did not need them. All she needed was herself. “Some are better off without them. I think,” she points to Abigail, then back at herself. “You and I are those people. And you are not Father Abigail. You are Abigail. Yes?”

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Delphine nodded enthoustically, clearly imagining Helena with dreadlocks. “It will look adorable. Where is sestra?” The word sounded funny coming from her and it set her off in another fit of giggles. “Cosima.. her hair is so soft..” She said with a dreamy eyed look. Where was she? She had told her she would pick her up right? That was Cosima.. or was it Sarah again, disguised as Cosima? The clones were tricky. “Naughty clones.. always fooling others.. is Cosima here.. or is it Sarah? Or the other one maybe? Alison.. that is her name.. Is Alison going to pick me up?” The image of her being lifted in the arms of Alison again made her giggle. She was way too tall for that.

“Surgery?” She looked puzzled, but then remember. “Oh.. my surgery.. they had to go in and take out the bullet. I was not allowed to have it for a souvenir.” She pouted, as if the biggest problem had been not getting the bullet instead of the actual thing of getting shot. It was fine, she was in no pain at all. “Something about evidence. So I am not allowed to keep it.”

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-- Helena grinned sheepishly as Delphine rambled. She was a very funny person. She laughs and reaches out to pet Delphine’s hair. “Sestra’s hairs are soft, yes. No Sarah or Alison today, only Cosima. She runs tests for my babies. I do not know when she will return.” She runs her other hand over her stomach. Her belly was starting to get bigger, Sarah told her this meant they were growing.

“I was shot once too, by sestra Sarah before we became friends. It is not a wonderful feeling. We are good friends now, so it is as the expression says, ‘waters under a bridge.’“ Sarah was teaching her more English and phrases lately. She wanted to be a good speaker for her children. It was not good that Delphine was shot though, and she wonders what for. “Who is responsible for shooting?”

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Delphine giggled and reached out to touch curly blonde hair. “Have you ever, tried to do the braids? Like Cosima.. it will be very cute.”

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-- Helena watches her hand carefully. If this had been the old Helena, she would have broken her wrist. But she is new Helena now. She has babies inside her to think of. She doesn’t mind touch so much now, can even reciprocate it. 

She had been here to run tests with Cosima to check on her babies, but took her with her to see Delphine after she got out of surgery. Cosima left to finish the tests and Helena was left alone with her. “Sestra’s hairs?” She reaches up and rubs her own hair between her fingers. “I do not know how to do this.”

“What did they do in surgery?” She seemed very silly.

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“Is that blood?!”

– She had not made it to the hospital like she had wanted. She decided maybe she would have a better chance if she broke into a house and fixed herself up. She had done it once, why not again? Except this time it was no child that found her. 

“Yes,” she croaks weakly after a moment of silence. She was too weak to kill or fight anymore, she would be at the mercy of this woman. “Would you please… help me?”

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Delphine had been in shock to find an intruder in her home, only the shock was even greater when she saw who it was. Or at least, had a very good idea as to who she was dealing with. At her question of help she kicked herself in gear and rushed forward. “Yes, yes of course.” 

With gentle hands she sat the other blonde down. “You are Helena, aren’t you? Can you tell me what happened?” She looked for where the blood was coming from, doing her best not to hurt her in the process. “I will get some supplies.. I will be right back.”

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-- She fell into the chair, too weak to stand any longer. She pulls away from her, looking up through the haze in her head. This woman knew who she was, maybe going into this house was not such a good idea. “You know my name. Why is this?” She tries her best to sound intimidating, but the heavy breathing and being lightheaded made it hard to make any offensive moves or even think clearly. She even tries to stand on her own, and can’t.

“I get shot. I bleed. This is what happened.” She doesn’t say anything else about it, this woman already knew her name. That was more than she wanted her to know. She doesn’t like her hands touching her, and makes a low warning noise. Helena pulls back her hand covering the wound on her side, blood staining her hand.

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“Let’s go eat something.”

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– “I would like this very much, sestra. What foods are we eating?”