Tears of Despair
Chapter 14: It’s ok to cry
Standard disclaimers apply, I only own the wonderful Une brothers, so hands off
them *g* but the rest of the cast and crew I'm afraid belong to Sunrise and
Bandai.
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Kalie sighed as she observed the rounded form of Catherine Winner. The
woman was heavy with child, expecting at any moment, she was a variable in the
equation and she couldn't be counted on to remain constant. LeFave had promised
to help her with her ruse, but hours in the company of Catherine Winner and she
doubted her plan.
Would Dorothy really want this for Quatre? She had often said she had wished for
nothing more than for Kalie to stop fighting as well, to rejoin the human race
and ignore the hurt of ages past. Could that happen if she continued with
her harebrained scheme?
"Stop fidgeting, it'll upset the child," Kalie finally said as she
turned to gaze out the small porthole into the night sky. LeFave had left hours
ago with a small contingent of men; he planned to end this tonight.
"How would you know?"
"I didn't lie about being a nurse."
"How can I trust what you say?"
"During the war I was a nurse, I worked for Oz. I treated your
brother once, when he was in space. I treated Quatre too. That's how
I heard about my sisters bloodlust. We saw each other again after that,
and talked." Kalie said softly, getting lost in the memory of her dear twin
sister.
"Dorothy was affected by what your brother said, it bothered her that she
couldn't cry. When we were children she cried so much, but after father
died the tears stopped, grandfather wished it so. She bent to his wishes
and I staunchly refused to change. We were different then, and we were
different almost a decade later."
"Kalie, don't do this, would Dorothy want it for you?" Cathy asked as
she slowly took in her captor's words. There was a world of pain within
the depths of Kalie's soul, guilt and sorrow mixed together in a tangled web of
grief.
"I'm not sure anymore," Kalie said as she broke down in tears, her
head in her arms, her blonde hair obscuring her face from view.
~*~*~*~*~
LeFave glanced back towards his shuttle, a smirk on his face, he had the perfect
operative in Kalie, she could become a Winner, and she would be his route into
the heart of the Winner family.
"We're 30 minutes from the city sir."
"Take me to Preventer Headquarters, there's someone I need to see.
Have Kalie bring Catherine Winner, she'll be our ticket inside." LeFave
answered with a chuckle, it had been an oversight forgetting Catherine on the
shuttle; he hadn't wanted a hysterical woman in the car with him. His
subconscious was only protecting him; he amended, defending his mistake.
"Yes sir."
Soon, he would have Midii, and soon he would have Iria. Two women with the
same heritage equaled one goal. Granted, Iria was his true goal, but it
never hurt to have a backup.
“And Allan, don’t fail me, the penalty is death,” LeFave said softly, his
dark hair falling into his eyes as he heard the sharp intake of breath from his
lackey. Truly, it was amazing what fear could do, the motivation it could
provide. Still it hadn’t been enough to keep Midii his.
~*~*~*~*~
Smack!
“Don’t talk back to me!”
LeFave glared at the defiant form of his newest acquisition, Ariane Rougier, his
Midii Une. Her gray eyes so full of pain were glaring at him, as her cheek
swelled and reddened. Her gun lay forgotten in the corner of the room,
glistening in the artificial lighting.
“You’re not my master!”
Smack!
“I damn well am, and you will do what I say,” he repeated, as he pulled his
hand back, her head turned towards the wall from the force of his blow.
“You’re a monster!” she spat, her head hung as a pale hand moved up to
hesitantly touch the growing welt.
“I know,” LeFave said with a smile as he gripped her chin, his superior
strength forcing her to face him directly. He grinned as he kissed her,
his eyes closing as he enjoyed the soft lips beneath his own. He bit back
a startled yelp as he jumped back, a hand moving to touch the blood on his lip.
“Bitch,” he growled as he flung her back into the wall, an action that would
begin the routine, which would continue for the next three years.
~*~*~*~*~
Midii leaned against the cooling cement as she struggled to pull her mind from
the tumultuous abyss into which it had fallen mere hours ago. Up ahead she
could see Trowa and Wufei disappear into a conference room. He hadn’t
said anything since she had slapped him. Had she been wrong?
“Don’t worry, he’s shocked.”
“Sally,” Midii said softly falling into the other woman’s arms. She
was so confused.
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Tears formed in her eyes as she followed sedately behind the doctors caring for
her. Her body felt on fire from the pain her wounds caused with each step
she took. Her hair hung limply in her eyes and she had to resist the urge
to bring a hand up to touch the bandage covering her cheek.
She remembered blood when she had woken briefly on the cold rocks beneath the
cliff. She remembered pain and blood, nothing more. Nothing of
significance at least, the faint scream of a name, but indecipherable against
the crashing of the waves, it didn’t matter anyway. Who would be looking
for her, she was worthless.
“Don’t worry,” a feminine voice said softly as a lace handkerchief was
briskly thrust under her nose. She looked up to meet a pair of Aqua eyes,
familiar yet not. Mother?
“No, I’m not your mother, I’m your doctor,” the woman said softly,
sorrow filling each word. Scherazade, I’m sorry.
“Hurry up you two, LeFave’s waiting!”
She blinked, LeFave, the name it was familiar, she flinched as the woman next to
her shuddered. Was he a bad man?
“As long as you’re useful you’re safe,” the doctor said softly.
Had she asked her question out aloud? She felt so young.
~*~*~*~*~
She’s crying. The spy cries, I didn’t think I would see this day.
Sally gently rubbed Midii’s back as the tried to comfort the younger girl.
Had she ever had a childhood?
“Shh, it’s ok to cry,” Sally said softly, motherly instincts coming to the
forefront of her mind.
“No, it’s not,” Midii sniffled, trying to pull away.
“I used to think that, but then I found out… Crying can be a release, it’s
not healthy to bottle up your emotions, because when you do, you’ll fall and
you’ll fall hard.” Sally advised softly, her eyes growing distant.
Maybe she should tale her own advice?
“What made you realize that?”
“When my parents died, I refused to cry, I had to be strong, and after a while
I crumbled, I couldn’t be strong anymore. It took too much out of me to
remain unaffected in the face of the family’s grief.” Sally sighed,
releasing Midii as she turned towards the conference room. “I think Christof
and Damien are lurking about near Une’s office, they’ve missed you
apparently.” Sally added with a wink as she saluted Midii before disappearing
behind the heavy door.
“Thank you.”
Sally smiled as she leaned against the door ignoring the looks tossed her way by
the others. She shook her short locks as she let out a small laugh, life was fun
when you let the past remain in the past. What would Christof and Damien
do when they saw their sister in the flesh?
“What’s so funny?”
“I just sent Midii towards Christof and Damien, I wonder what they’ll do?”
“You sent her there, we need to plan,” Heero said a slight tinge of
irritation leaking into his tone.
“Oh push off. Planning can wait a moment or two, she needs to see her
family.”
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Damien. Christof. Would they be happy to see her? Or would they curse her?
Had she hurt them? She couldn’t remember.
“Damien?” She called softly, as she rounded the corner. “Christof?”
Would they be there?
“Midii?” a masculine voice replied as she was pulled into a strong embrace.
Her eyes were filled with periwinkle blue as Christof grappled her to his chest.
“Air,” Midii choked out as she swatted at Christof, her gray eyes alight
with joy.
“We never gave up hope,” Damien said as he pulled her into another bear hug,
this time making sure that she could breath. He didn’t want to repeat
Christof’s mistake.
Midii smiled as tears began to fall again, tears of joy and not despair.
“Thank you, for believing in me.”
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~To Be Continued…
AN: Coming to a conclusion, don’t ya think?