Subject:  Loving this, Asrai. Could you direct me to chap 1-9? Thanks! <B) |
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Date Posted: 20:23:33 04/20/01 Fri
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Asrai
's message, "Mirage - 17" on 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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