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formerlysiryn) wrote2016-03-21 12:25 am
formerlysiryn) wrote2016-03-21 12:25 am
[Post-GAPS]
Perhaps she's hiding away, but Terry thinks she has every bloody right to.
It had been days locked up in that facility, she finds out, days powerless, days spent poked and prodded and having her power tested like she's some sort of bloody lab rat. Whatever they'd done, they'd been good at it; good enough to kidnap her and others, good enough to get around their defenses, good enough to keep them locked up.
They'd been so good that after the rage burns through her, after she'd done her part and took off for the countryside to prevent herself from doing something she'd regret, all she'd felt was raw. Exposed. Careless.
She'd promised herself that would never happen again, but she can't even keep promises to herself anymore.
The school had come to mind first, the only place she could think of that was safe. Even if someone knew she was there, they wouldn't be able to get past the wards.
She's safe.
She's safe.
Once she showers, once she scrubs away a week of sweat and blood, constantly humming or singing to herself, filling the silence with her own voice as she changes into a fresh set of clothes, once she has no reason to move anymore--
It builds up in her chest first, a mounting pressure that rises, burning the back of her throat and clouding her vision with tears as she stumbles downstairs, makes it into the huge basement and trusts, trusts that she can let go of the scream she's been holding in for days and the world won't crumble around her.
[Let's say she left the basement door open a touch to be heard. Takes place the morning after GAPS plot wraps up.]
It had been days locked up in that facility, she finds out, days powerless, days spent poked and prodded and having her power tested like she's some sort of bloody lab rat. Whatever they'd done, they'd been good at it; good enough to kidnap her and others, good enough to get around their defenses, good enough to keep them locked up.
They'd been so good that after the rage burns through her, after she'd done her part and took off for the countryside to prevent herself from doing something she'd regret, all she'd felt was raw. Exposed. Careless.
She'd promised herself that would never happen again, but she can't even keep promises to herself anymore.
The school had come to mind first, the only place she could think of that was safe. Even if someone knew she was there, they wouldn't be able to get past the wards.
She's safe.
She's safe.
Once she showers, once she scrubs away a week of sweat and blood, constantly humming or singing to herself, filling the silence with her own voice as she changes into a fresh set of clothes, once she has no reason to move anymore--
It builds up in her chest first, a mounting pressure that rises, burning the back of her throat and clouding her vision with tears as she stumbles downstairs, makes it into the huge basement and trusts, trusts that she can let go of the scream she's been holding in for days and the world won't crumble around her.
[Let's say she left the basement door open a touch to be heard. Takes place the morning after GAPS plot wraps up.]
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She's too tired to give much thought to it now, anyway. Raven is the one making her food and being a friend, and that's about all that matters, in the long run.
"No," she answers quietly, pulling the plate closer. She picks up a few grapes, eating slowly and enjoying the fruit after days of eating whatever they'd called food in that place. "They did hurt a few people, but not me. They kept me in a collar the whole time unless they wanted to test my scream. Kept me mute."
She can still feel the heaviness of the collar around her neck, though she knows all that's left of it is the redness from where it chafed.
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She hates the idea of that more than almost anything. Not just because she'd be stuck looking like this forever, but because there are times where she half-enjoys having the ultimate upper hand at playing pretend.
Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, Raven pauses to stare at her blurred reflection in the stainless steel and wonder again why she was spared. "You must be thirsty," she says, finally, turning back and sitting down. "Were there many others?"
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It's not perfect, but it helps for now.
"Not just mutants, I don't think. A werewolf. Some magic users. Some I couldn't tell one way or the other, but we were all powered."