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Date Posted: 10:46:23 04/12/01 Thu
Mirage - 16
Nikita saw that Elena was heading towards the perch; actually, she’d watched the other woman for a while. She’d been puzzled by her behavior: standing in the main hall for full ten minutes, staring at the perch... what was going on? Michael stood next to her and suddenly he grabbed Nikita’s hand and said: “She knows.”
The pad looked ordinary, like all the other which were used in Section. Elena hesitantly punched in her code: nothing happened. Of course not, only full operatives could enter Operation’s office without special permission. But Madeline had given her a new code, after Elena hadn’t wanted to believe that Michael was alive.
“See for yourself”, the older woman had said and then she’d smiled, this creepy, false half-smile she almost always used. See for yourself. The door opened and Elena stepped in.
What had she expected? Shocked faces, panicked voices? This was Section, she should have known how things worked by now. But as Elena entered the office it seemed as if they’d awaited her. Nikita... and Michael.
At first she couldn’t move nor speak. Michael. Even as she’d seen recent pictures of him, seen his file, a tiny part of her hadn’t believed Madeline. He was dead, she’d witnessed it with her own eyes. But now he stood there, staring at her with those eyes that were uniquely his. Seemingly green, but when you looked closer you could see many different shades in them... Elena had loved those eyes, they’d always shone with love... but not anymore. They were emotionless and seemed like steel. Elena took an unsure step further in the room, breaking free from Michael’s gaze. He’d changed so thoroughly, he seemed like a completely different person: His hair had grown long again and he wore a black suit- completely black.
Another step and the door shut with a soft click. This tore Elena out of her trance and she rose her head. Her voice sounded smooth, soft. “So it’s true.”
The silence in the room was deafening. Michael, for once, didn’t know how to react. What could he do in a situation like this? What to say? You couldn’t apologize for this; you couldn’t make up for stealing a woman’s life.
At last, Elena spoke, her voice had still this unemotional sound that sounded strange in her own ears. “What? Do you have nothing to say? Don’t you have anything to say, both of you? Or is this the way you handle all things? Simply ignore them?” She didn’t even notice the tears that were streaming down her cheeks. The last two hours had pounded her reality to pieces and that began taking its toll on her.
“Elena...”, Nikita said quietly and made a step towards her. Nikita. A supposed friend. A person to rely on. A friendly and caring woman. Nikita, Michael’s wife.
“Shut up!” She screamed as all emotions suddenly seemed to break free. “Just shut up! I don’t want to hear that Section crap from you! What you did to me... what you do to me... YOU’VE BETRAYED ME! You stole my life from me! You stole my son, you KILLED HIM!”
The tears flowed freely now, as if a dam had broken.
At this hateful words, Michael flinched and Elena noticed the motion. “Hit a nerve? What was you reward for another successful mission? Were you happy when you finally killed my father? Finally you got rid of us and could return to your precious Nikita and marry her right away! Or did you marry her before? During one of your ‘business trips’?
Elena could see herself waiting for Michael for weeks with almost no word from him. And when he returned he was often tired and moody. She could see herself kissing him, making love to him... giving birth to Adam, his son. She could see Michael, playing the cello for him. All fake, all a lie. He’d had someone other all the time. He’d never loved her, he’d never loved Adam.
The gun in her hand was cool and firm. She’d gotten it soon after her recruitment, from Walter. Normally recruits didn’t get guns that early, but she was a special case... The barrel gleamed silvery in the dim light and there was a soft click as Elena cocked the weapon and aimed it at Michael, her arm steady and unwavering. “Tell me”, she whispered, “tell me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you.”
A few seconds went by. Time slowed down and then, an equally soft whisper. “I don’t know one single reason.”
She inhaled sharply, unbelieving. Just now, after hearing his voice again, she became aware of her actions. The gun... she stared at it in wonder as if she’d see it the first time. She’d practiced shooting, but never in the simulator, with persons. Not since this fateful night so long ago...
Elena could feel it again, the horror at seeing Adam’s dead body, the initial confusion an the uncontrollable rage. The rage that made her act without thought, that made her want to kill everyone... The rage she felt now against Michael.
Her hand began to shake more and more; a sob escaped Elena’s lips before she threw the gun to the floor and fled from the room.
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