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Date Posted: Sunday, November 07, 08:06:07pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 34+" on Saturday, November 06, 06:47:33pm
It was so cold as she took a stop in the alley and pressed her ungloved hand against the wet brick of the building that was blocks away from where she had started out at. Nikita tried to suck in a deep breath, but she felt pain as she tried to fight against her body’s desire to collapse.
She knew better than to do what she had done. Nikita had trained her mind to disassociate her emotional reactions to things out in the community when she had started to try to make the world better. She would work as far away from things that made her emotionally attach to what was going on. It was better to make sure that emotions, especially anything that could attach to a memory of her time inside of Section, were not in play when deciding what to do next.
It was never about the fame that the angel had. In fact, that scared her until Nikita realized that no one had seen her in any manner enough to identify her. She also always made sure to stay away from the convent longer than the span of time that the angel was doing things. Sister Rhoda would never know.
But right now, she had made mistakes and did the stupid thing.
She responded based off of emotions.
She had been unable to sleep after Michael’s visit. Sister Rhoda had visited her each day asking questions about him and it always zapped whatever walls that Nikita had been able to put between herself and the memories. It was then that Nikita saw a man screaming at his little girl out on the street. She had spent the days watching him in the past, knowing that someone should do something about his anger issues. Then Nikita was looking out the window, searching for something to keep her away from the memories of her past, when he finally hit his breaking point and hit the little red-headed girl several times.
All the rules were abandoned. All the good sense that Nikita had used in her previous acts disappeared. First she had to disappear for Davenport and his band of blundering Private Investigators, which was too easy to do as soon as she changed into full black garments. It had thrown Davenport off enough that he didn’t notice that she had switched clothes again and walked right past her. He thought she had vanished.
Instead, she had walked right past him in a red skirt and a blue top. M
But things did not go as planned tonight. Nikita forced her body to move forward even as her head was spinning. Her legs didn’t even feel attached to her body right now, but Nikita glanced down and saw that they were shakily moving forward. It was probably the blow to her back that was given to her when he pushed her against the counter top that made it feel like her legs were rubber.
Nikita knew that she had left more blood behind than what she wanted to do. She was sure that he had won in that department. She was battered and wouldn’t be doing much more as the angel for some time. But the end, he wouldn’t hurt his daughter again.
Not without use of his hands.
Nikita stumbled forward and barely got her own hands out in front of her to stop her face from kissing the pavement as her body heaved. She didn’t understand why she was throwing up, but Nikita knew that she had to keep on moving.
When she had arrived around his place to watch him, Nikita saw him with the little girl. He was holding her as if he had never touched her or hit her. Nikita found it disgusting. He was throwing her in the air with happiness and his daughter laughed.
It was then that Nikita was struck with thoughts about what if that was an adopted daughter – it could be her daughter that he had hit and now was playing with. She couldn’t allow a man to do that to a child. It was not acceptable in any manner.
And then Nikita felt the guilt for what she had done to her own flesh and blood. She had pushed her out of the doors of Section when Nikita wasn’t even sure if she was big enough to survive. Nikita had caused harm to her own daughter by hiding the pregnancy and by staying as small as possible. She had never thought about the baby growing inside of her as being her life but rather something that she had to get out of Section One as quickly as possible. It had never crossed her mind to try to find a way to get the baby to Michael.
Nikita felt the tears coursing down her face as she pulled her legs back up from underneath her and she stood again. She was sure that she had lost a shoe. One leg felt so much taller than the other as she stepped forward, holding onto the railing that she had somehow found in the alley. She needed to get to the other end and then she could slither away even more slowly.
A car splashed a puddle on the street behind Nikita and she jumped against the brick of the building with a new grunt of pain exploding from her body.
The target had known her and he laughed when she told him that he was never going to hit his daughter again. He told her that it was up to him what he would and wouldn’t do. Then he declared that the nun’s little mute girl should be put out of her misery. Nikita sprung to action and the fight was dirty, callous, and without the flourish that Nikita had often left the scenes behind when she was the angel.
Because in the end, she knew that this was about what she needed to do and it wasn’t for the better of the world.
She stumbled and this time slammed right down on both of her knees hard before falling into a pile of a trash bags. Nikita crawled out and leaned against the brick as she panted quickly. She could see that everything was hazy and fading.
She was going to lose.
Nikita felt her hand press against something in her pocket and she pulled it out. As she stared at the plastic, she was sure that her heart had stopped.
She had told herself after every nightmare since Michael had arrived at that church that she would not call him. She would not drag Michael into the nightmare that her life had become from the day that she gave birth to their daughter, to the day that she made sure that all of Section disappeared, and to the day that he found her. She should have left the area right away, but Nikita didn’t have the strength. She also wanted to know that Michael was safe. If she stayed close, she could make sure that he was safe.
She did not want to need him. But her body hurt so badly right now. All thoughts were gone except for what she knew was on the other end of the phone. She wasn’t sure if he could ever make her feel better again.
But could she feel cherished as she once had felt on that boat after making love to him? It was bittersweet, but those moments with Michael had given her desire to try. Then she knew how safe she felt in his arms when they shared a bathtub together. How many hours they would just be in a tub, not in a sexual manner at all, but just being with one another?
Nikita was sure that she would never be forgiven for the things that she had done. She shouldn’t be forgiven for doing what she had done personally to Michael. Her fingers touched that phone and she could hear Michael’s voice as he had called her name out twice in the church and then he had called out her code name. He came to her and left her a lifeline.
For her to make any sort of amends Nikita had to get out of this alley but she couldn’t move. She looked up and realized that she wasn’t even sure where she was.
The phone opened up and dialed right away. Nikita cried out in pain as she lifted her arm up to her face. She looked up at the sky and could swear that she could see Michael there. She closed her eyes and held them tight as the phone connected.
“Kita?”
“Find me.”
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