Colin's posts

This seemed to anger the soldier even more.

And she could tell. It was in his expression.

"Why you little..." he growled.

"TELL US!" he ordered, throwing her against the closest wall. Hard.

"NOW!" he demanded, doing it again.

"Where!?" the soldier asked.

"Where was the place that treated you!?" he demanded.

"TELL US!" he yelled.

"Tell us, or pay the price!" he threatened.

"Now!"

There was an audible gasp from the crowd when her face was revealed.

"It's her!" one said.

"But she died!" another commented.

"Clearly not!" yet another said.

"SHUT UP!" one soldier yelled, before looking back at Sierra.

"All right, what kind of twisted joke IS this!?" he asked her.

The rain had picked up, and just as she heard thunder in the distance, a group of soldiers showed up, with a crowd forming around the unfolding scene.

"You!" one ordered.

"Did you do this!?" they asked.

"ANSWER ME!" he demanded, stepping forward and grabbing her by the collar.

He waved to her as she left.

"Good thing I don't really care about that cloak." he commented.

As she made her way through the streets, the sky darkened considerably, and a few drops started to fall.

And as she walked past people, she heard a few people whisper to themselves.

"Was that...?" one asked.

"Couldn't be." another said.

"She's dead, right?" yet another asked.

But, for the most part, she went unnoticed, as she was moving too quickly to be seen quite properly.

"Very well." he replied.

"If this is to be it, then good luck." he told her.

"....I say that to you a lot..." he sighed.

"But... here's hoping you don't come back alone." he went on.

"Just.... well... you know, as usual, be as careful as this will let you." he said further, looking out the window that he had in the room.

"Looks like a storm's comin' in." he commented.

"...here's hoping it's not appropriate."

The man looked at the writing on the board, and was silent.

He then made his way to one of the special drawers, and pulled it open, revealing the girl. He took the sheet off, and looked at the board once more.

"She is." he replied.

"Is it finally time?" he asked.

"After all this time, after all this death, is it finally time for your plan to come to fruition?"

"This is true." he agreed.

"A very good way of looking at it." he commented.

"Still... some changes I'd rather not be experienced." he muttered.

"Oh well..." he sighed, shaking his head.

"As usual, good luck."

He nodded.

"Of course." he said.

"Whatever you need." he told her.

"If you think you can help him, then I'll do whatever I can." he went on.

"Just please... don't disappear on me." he went on.

"You're one of the few presences in my life keeping me sane."

"It is." he replied.

"She died wishing she could have helped the world, and get it to how it used to be. How her parents told her it was." he then told her.

"I guess... maybe... she'll get her wish." he went on.

"But I will prepare her for you." he then assured her.

"As well as a... younger body for next time." he sighed.

"Okay." he replied.

"And how well known?" he asked.

"Fairly." he told her.

"Which is to say, if she showed up in the streets again suddenly, she would be recognized." he went on.

"Why...?" he then asked.

"Is that... something you're looking for?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

He sighed deeply.

"Poor thing was suspected of being a mutant, but there was no proof." he replied.

"So when she was stricken ill, they refused her treatment." he lamented.

"And she was so frail, the sickness... took its toll." he told her further, sounding angrier down.

"These damn people." he snarled, sounding near tears now.

"I'll remember that." he replied.

"And... really?" he then asked.

"That's... encouraging." he commented.

"Hm." he then muttered, thinking about it.

"I wonder..." he said, trailing off some.

"It's possible he put up strong partitions in his mind, and sequestered away a part of himself." he theorized.

"Over there." he replied, gesturing to a gurney with a sheet over it, not missing a beat.

"Welcome back." he said.

"Expected you a bit earlier, to be honest." he admitted.

He then sighed, and looked in the direction of the new 'container'.

"So. How did it go?"