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AU: Haunting Of The Past
Anton listened to her quietly, his brows vexing only gently in silent contemplation and analyzing of old memories as they came back. His mouth opened in a quiet breath before looking back up at the two when she was done.
“Uncle Pravus said you two were created… and does that mean there isn’t anyone else like us?” The girl asked, partially asking both— it seemed curious that if they were created with different DNA and with quite apparent differences…that it’d seem hard to grasp the fact she existed. Not to mention it was only natural to ask if there were others like her.
Anton’s eyebrows pressed together softly. “To my knowledge, Nessa…other than Pravus who is still a part of me in another dimension, no… There isn’t anyone else that looks like us…” It was so hard to believe so few words had so much impact and meaning behind them. Humans passed by people that looked like them every day, there were about 6-7 billion of them, practically, you couldn’t go anywhere on Earth where you couldn’t find someone that looked like you.
And then there was Anton and Nessa— only two. Two that you couldn’t go anywhere in the universe to find the same likeness, let alone Earth. It was a hard thing to grasp, something even Anton found himself struggling to understand sometimes. Never once was someone like him before, his structure was completely unnatural in every sense of the word. He was supposed to be the first and only of his generation; there was no history of people before him, of culture, of accomplishments, of advancements. And as terrible as it was to think about, unless there was some finding or something that made it possible, because Nessa was a hybrid, there never really would be a third generation or a race of their people. It would stop with them.
Anton’s mouth pressed into a weak smile as he glanced over at Sinner.
“Yes, sweetie. In a sense we were creations. From what my memory banks tell me, Annwyn McManus was born a regular human so to speak. At least her parents thought that. They never wanted kids and as such put her into the research super soldier program they were working in. They then noticed her healing ability when she would injure herself as children do. She never was normal and never had the chance to be.”
She closed her eyes, leaning into Anton. She nuzzled against his face and sighed softly. She decided to continue without a question.
“That outfit you are holding, Nessa. That was when I started having my…moments as we call them now. I was driven to be with Maxwell’s father. At all costs and harm to others. Don’t know why. Probably the implants. A human mind isn’t supposed to come with machine parts. He helped me design and create that to wear to show who owned me. To this day I still wearing the purple and black. I can’t help it. Have we answered just about everything?”
Anton stroked her hand in his, silently listening to the two. When she asked them if there were any questions left he looked up a little and watched the children’s faces. When he was greeted with silence, he spoke again, “just please remember that we love both of you…more than anything.” He squeezed Sinner’s hand gently again then looked at the two individually. “Nothing will ever change that. We kept the information from you for the sole reason to protect you and so you don’t hurt because of what we’ve done in the past— but you’re getting older and I think we failed to realize you both have a right to know where you came from, form your own opinion on it and are mature enough to handle it properly…” Anton pursed his lips a litte— parenting even now seemed so confusing; it seemed it had only gotten more difficult over the years. They pretty much had to start from scratch in some ways; they didn’t even really have parental figures in their own lives. It helped with Sinner’s natural maturnal instinct and whatever Anton’s instincts had done inside that head of his, but sometimes it seemed like having someone to model after could have helped too somewhat.
“We understand, mom and dad.”
Maxwell was the first of the two siblings to speak up. He was always more local then his sister. He looked back at the parents and then his sister. He bit his lip as he stood up. He stretched and smiled.
“We are a bit of a messed up family, aren’t we?”
Nessa couldn’t help but laugh at that. Grateful for the fact that her brother was able to break the ice like that. They were messed up but they were still a family and they were were still close. She stood up as well and approached her parents. Extending the outfit out to them, she looked with sad blue eyes.
“Sorry, mom. Sorry, dad.”
Sinner accepted the outfit and gave a small nod. The two of them went off to their rooms leaving Sinner and Anton alone with their thoughts. Sinner closed her eyes and leaned her face against Anton’s. She let out a small stutter of a breath.
“We did the right thing? With the kids? Having them, trying to raise them right, all that?”
He sighed gently, pulling her towards him a little more. “I. Of course I would never regret having them… and I think we did what we thought was right…and they’ve turned out well…If I had the chance I would never change them. So…so I think we did alright…” Confirming something, completely believing in something wasn’t something he found easy. It was like his mind constantly searched to disprove or counteract any view whether it was good or bad. But this…this he was solid on. He loved his children and nothing would ever change that. He loved them for who they were and how they turned out, and they turned out to be more than he could ever ask for.
“We might have made some mistakes but we did alright…” He nodded a little as he spoke. “I’m proud of who they’ve become.”
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Run!
Something about her voice just seemed…off…on the phone…
She hadn’t been back like she had told him she’d be. And the way she had spoke was…different. Something about her voice had him on edge.
When he had entered the main part of the city his heart bottomed out and his entire body had paralyzed with fear.
Looking around, bodies were strewn all over the ground and builings had been practically gutted and torn apart. Streets ran red and walls were painted over with splashes of crimson. The skies had turned dark as he stepped into the eerie empty street, the only sound of the quiet breeze passing his ears. He could feel the terror take ahold of him as he looked around at the massacre, the smell of death still very fresh and practically radiating off of the town. Some bodies stared back at him with horror stricken expressions they had before their life had been taken.
He began to shake, feeling the sticky substance under his feet now as he looked around. He had been too late…she worked way too fast…
There was a whimper, he could hear it— coming from one of the bodies that scattered everywhere in the street. He took a step toward it before a voice had stopped him.
“Like what I did with the place, love?” With wide eyes Anton turned to look at her, her figure so much different than it usually was. The way she moved was threatening, dangerous— almost demonic as she moved toward him, twirling her cane. He swallowed, bringing up a hand merely out of submission.
“S-Sinner…look..Look what you’ve done…w-what they’ve made you do…” He took a step back as she took a step towards him. She cocked her head to the side slightly like a cat, black orbs staring back at him.
He whimpered; seeing her like this, seeing her without control, without her free will, it hurt. It drained his ability to use his powers on her, it was hard to see her like this.
“Let me help you..” Was all that escaped his mouth, weak, but reassuring, as he held up both hands.
She made a deep hiss when she saw his hands raise and she veered off to the side then advanced after him. He caught her cane when she aimed for him, slowing down her movements and bringing his hands together, the blade inbetween them.
“You’re in there somewhere, Sinner, you can beat this…please..just let me help…” He held her blade, staring into her black eyes. He knew she was without reason right now but he couldn’t help but want to ask for permission, it was his nature to. Her eyes narrowed at him and gave a forceful kick to his abdomin, causing him to loose his breath for a few moments and she twirled her cane out of his hands. She aimed again and again but he continued to push the force back, conteracting her blows, doing it a few times before she hissed and stepped back for a moment, bending her legs and arms in an attack position.
“You can beat them, Sinner…just focus…” He said desperately, watching her face for any sign of a falter— a break from the harsh lines they had been curved into. She blinked at him, showing her teeth as she gritted them. Her mouth slowly faded to a straight line then, after a few moments, curved upwards. It looked as if her eyes were going to return to normal.
“Anton…” She said, eyebrows vexing as she took a few steps toward him in a much less threatenining way. He was hesitant at first, keeping out a hand for safety. She stopped then, almost looking hurt as he kept his guard up. “….You don’t trust me?”
He licked his lips nervously, hand shaking as he kept it up. “I don’t trust them…” His eyes swiped back and forth anxiously as she continued to advance toward him a little and when she got close enough she put her arms around him. Frozen, his arms barely moved as they slowly reacted to move back around her waist.
“Oh Anton…you’ve always been just what I’ve needed…” She breathed quietly before her eyes flashed back to how they had been and she twirled her cane to pierce through his back as her arms were around him. He gave a surprised gasp, pleading for air, as he started to slump in her arms with wide eyes.
“It’s too bad it costed you your life…” She sneered, trailing an index finger along his bottom lip as his mouth gaped for air. His arms had released her and his knees hit the ground, trying to get a way for his muscles to work but they were rapidly loosing strength. His body pooled over the ground and he weakly looked up at her through panic, the last thing he saw being a flash of grey-silver and everything went black.
Anton gasped for air and flinched violently as his eyes flew open, Sinner still in his arms. His entire body was trembling and his mouth was dry, waking up in a cold sweat. He swallowed hard, eyes flickering back and forth rapidly. He tried to slow his breathing and clamped his eyes shut, trying to put it all out of his mind, trying to focus on her as she was in his arms at that moment. He whimpered, bright blue irises reappearing. It took him a few minutes before he could get back to sleep.
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You know as well as me that I can’t get to sleep at night
Because every dream I have seems to be of you
Night after night I wait for you to come and be with me
Now take my hand and follow me under the moon
Run.
Anton wasn’t really sure of what was happening.
He was surrounded by black, sometimes completely blinded by darkness, almost fading in and out of conciousness. Flashes of blue and a green crossed his line of sight as time almost slowed and he could feel a sensation around his palms. Animalistic growls filled the space around him and shattered the silence. He could feel his own body breaking down and he pushed the force away, back into the black—for some reason that was the last place he wanted to be. He could even deal with the evil, torturing thoughts that had invaded his mind but he could not allow himself to move out of the small, dimly lit circle of light offered. Incoherent sounds surrounded him and the figure that he every so often would catch a glimpse of. Something about it seemed familiar… yet something he knew damn well he had to be cautious of.
“I should have killed you when I had the chance!” A voice hissed. Was it his? He wasn’t completely sure. He could feel more words start to form but there was something else that had caught his attention.
The light was getting dimmer.
The circle started to close in and Anton could feel himself start to suffocate. Where that figure was or if it had anything to do with this he wasn’t sure. His eyes flickered to the blackness, listening in— an eerie sound of distance shrieks, moans and sounds of pure terror starting to enclose him. Many of them had been familiar, ones he knew he had heard the last of the voice before that life was ended. Thousands of screaming and horrific sounds amplified the small luminated area as it continued to close in. He took a step back and tried shutting his eyes and covering his ears— yet the circle continued to close. His eyes zeroed in to his foot as it was the first thing to touch the blackness and he could feel his body start to stretch, freeze, and crush all at the same time. Like whatever it was was pulling him towards it. Light seemed to swirl at the edges as if light itself wasn’t escaping and clawing back for the light. Anton’s eyes flickered for the figure but he couldn’t find it.
His own screams blended with all the other familiar ones he had once knew and it resonated in his head as he nearly jumped out of bed, white fear completely possessing him. Things had been thrown about and any glass present had been completely shattered in the room. He whimpered, pain in his chest from his muscles being so tense and his breathing was so hard. His eyes swept from side to side, taking in a quick survey of the room. It was still dark but not as nearly as whatever had kept stealing what little light there was.
