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Date Posted: 21:57:55 04/09/01 Mon
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Asrai
's message, "Mirage - 15" on 13:40:50 04/09/01 Mon
>Mirage - 15
>
>Later Elena sometimes tried to remember the day her
>past was destroyed, but all she came up with was a
>fuzzy blur. Most of her memories were blocked in an
>attempt to save her sanity, but not her feelings. She
>might not remember Madeline's face as she showed her
>Michael's file, or Nikita as she tried to comfort her,
>nor the horrible night that followed. But she felt her
>shock, anguish and utter desperation every time she
>thought back to her life then as if it had been
>yesterday. And sometimes, in the lonely nights she
>couldn't find peace in sleep, she'd lie awake for
>hours and stare in the darkness around her. After
>that, the nightmares always came, every one different.
>One was the worst, a blurry, forgotten memory, pushed
>aside: her aiming a gun at Michael and threatening to
>kill him.
>
>
>The main hall was deserted; a mission had just been
>completed and most of the operatives had taken a
>break. The perch above her was black and seemed empty,
>as always. It was always dark, at least every time
>she'd seen it. And he'd been there the whole time,
>watching her, observing her...
>Elena quietly looked around, checking her surroundings
>without really seeing them. If someone had been near
>her, he'd seen a pretty woman around thirty, her dark
>hair in sharp contrast to her ghostly pale face; her
>posture was stiff as she stood there, looking at the
>perch above her with huge, almost black eyes. And if
>this someone had come nearer he could have seen that
>those eyes seemed lifeless and there were tears in
>them.
>
>How long she just stood there, she didn't know: time
>seemed to have stopped; it could have been seconds,
>some minutes, even hours. The world outside of Elena
>had ceased to exist, had faded into darkness and
>chaos. All she could do was to feel- feel her
>emotions, trying to grasp her reality, trying to hold
>together what was left of it. Her reality... deep down
>in her mind, she remembered a quote, something about a
>knife, someone's definition of reality.
>Elena wanted to cry; she had the small hope that she'd
>cry and fall asleep and wake up in the morning, next
>to Michael, only to see that this nightmare of the
>past four years never happened... but stop.
>Michael... he'd betrayed her, too. He'd never been her
>husband, he'd never loved her, her or Adam. Adam. Her
>son.
>
>Madeline's words kept coming to her, words she hadn't
>wanted to hear, had tried to block them out... yet
>they came and she could recall them clearly: "Section
>needed Vacek by all means necessary.. a blood cover
>seemed appropriate. Appropriate. Adam, her only son,
>betrayed before he'd been born.
>
>A single tear rolled down Elena's cheek. She absently
>wiped it away, now focussing on her goal: Adam had
>died because of Michael; her whole life had been
>destroyed by him. It seemed only fair that Michael
>should suffer, too.
>
>Elena reached for her purse, opening it. She felt the
>cold metal in her hand, and, her decision made, she
>went in direction of the stairs.
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