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Date Posted: 10:35:25 04/13/01 Fri
Mirage - 17
Elena's sobs were the only thing that interrupted the darkness and the silence of her room. She laid crouched on her bed, hugging herself and crying out all her desperation. The almost unbearable rage she'd felt earlier was gone, completely vanished and now she just wanted to die. Her body shook violently with each sob and it began to hurt.
How could this have happened? The look of Michael's eyes as he whispered those words to her, no longer cold and unemotional, but full of pain and regret. In this moment he wasn't a cruel Section operative who'd manipulated her for years but her husband, the Michael she'd fallen in love with. And she couldn't pull the trigger. How could she even have considered it? Killing him? In those moments, Elena had relived all happy moments with him, like in a film: their first date, his propsal, their marriage, Adam's birth...
And when she'd finally realized what she was doing, training a gun at a person, she'd panicked, remembering the last time this had happened. Elena had done the only thing she could do: running and hiding in darkness and trying to forget everything. And so she cried.
The door opened soundlessly and Nikita entered. Adjusting her eyes to the darkness she could make out Elena in the corner of her bed, huddled together and crying. She gingerly kneeled next to the woman, not daring to switch on the lights. It was probably not wise to try to comfort Elena now, but she couldn't just stand back and watch Elena's misery- it tore her apart.
As the other woman didn't seem to have noticed her, Nikita spoke softly "Elena," but didn't touch her. It wouldn't have been necessary anyway: The other woman flinched and crawled away until she was with her back against the wall. It was still black in the room, except from the small light from the notebook, signaling that it was currently on stand-by.
"What do you want?" Elena asked bitterly. "Tell me more lies?" "No," Nikita replied softly. "I... I want to help you."
"Help me? You come a bit late, don't you think? Where were you when Adam was killed? After you used me for years, you'd think you could at least protect us. But wait, perhaps it was another little plot courtesy of Section, right?"
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, come on, Nikita, don't play dumb. A living reminder of a mission... of Michael... plus the wife. You probably decided that we were 'acceptable collateral'. And why not? Just another two innocents, another family tragedy- woman commits suicide after killing the murderers of her son. Or was it jealousy? Were you jealous of me?"
"NO!" Nikita answered fiercely. "I was never jealous of you. How can you think that of me? Killing in cold blood? I thought you knew me better than that."
"I know you?" Elena hissed. "I'll tell you what I know about you. I thought I knew a woman related to my husband who miraculously disappeared after his death. I thought I knew a woman who was my trainer and who I could trust. All I know about you now is that you deceived me all along and on top of that, you're married to Michael! Didn't you see him often enough so you decided you could pay a visit to us? To have something to laugh about? So you could make a fool of me? Are you happy now? After you destroyed everything I had? After taking me into Section? You should at least let me in prison. At least I'd have the knowledge that I had a father who did good even if he was never there and a husband who loved and cared for me! Now I have nothing, thanks to you and Michael. You've got your revenge."
The tears had stopped; she simply felt too drained and tired for crying. She just wanted to be left alone.
Nikita chose her next words carefully: "That's not true, Elena, and I think you know that. I never wanted to hurt you. I- I didn't know about Michael's mission when I came to your house."
"What did you want then, Nikita? A good screw from your husband, perhaps?" Elena lashed out hatefully; in this moment it didn't matter that the other woman could cancel her in the blink of an eye; she wanted to hurt Nikita as she'd hurt her.
Nikita winced but stayed calm. "No... I needed help- very badly," she admitted. "I saw no other way than to contact Michael. We didn't have a relationship then and I didn't know about you, I swear. Please... please believe me."
Slowly Elena curled up on her bed and said in a muffled voice: "Go. I don't want to hear your reasons or your apologies. I have every reason to hate you, Nikita, and why should I believe you? You betrayed me long enough, so why should you tell the truth now? Go away and let me alone."
Hesitantly, Nikita rose. At the door she stopped for a moment, looking at the dark figure on the bed before she left the room and quietly shut the door behind her.
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