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Post by Elsa Bellefonte on May 13, 2014 0:31:44 GMT -6
Elsa didn't dream. Not often. Erika always said that she lacked imagination, that Elsa simply couldn't dream because, to be blunt, she wasn't capable of thinking up anything normal. Elsa didn't discount this idea, since it made her seem more logical, more stoic, more how she saw herself. So if she did dream, she kept her dreams to herself. No, what Elsa so often got instead were Erika's readings, bits and pieces gleaned from her sister at the moment when Elsa's mind was wide open. It worked even better when they were both sleeping, but Elsa had been known to feel her sister sneaking about, the little thoughts helping her get into position long before Erika could have been discovered by someone else instead.
Which was why this felt... important.
It struck her as the worst possible choice, oh, not because of the pain--What pain? Elsa's brow furrowed and she looked down at herself. No pain: she looked and felt perfectly normal. A little tired but---the nail was yanked off, the nerve-endings firing so immensely that it overwhelmed; confusion settled in--that felt about right. Elsa definitely couldn't help but be confused, since she couldn't---give the man any satisfaction, no matter what pain coursed through her---
"Man? What man?" Elsa said, unable to keep quiet, looking around. There was no man here. Just her and her computer, with a college essay pulled up, though she didn't have to do it. Certainly no one torturing her. That didn't explain anything though; not one jot. She looked down at her computer, leaning over, scanning through email. She pulled up Erika's email, which she'd had open in another browser, checking. Nothing there...her jaw clenched, and she focused on the man, her anger pushing her ability into focus. He'd done little to no---pain, flaring between her, her jaw clenching, tears burning--Elsa reached up to wipe at the tears, not certain why she would suddenly feel this, why she would suddenly cry. what did all this---stubbornness won out over subconscious. You didn't have "the slightest idea... Erika?" Elsa turned, looking toward her sister's room. This didn't make any sense... why would she... Erika had run off for fun, right. It had been a while, a few weeks, but... this, this wasn't fun.
Eyes locked on the boy on the table. Her power flared, not as violent. Panic grew in her chest, threatening to overwhelm her. Her lips twitched, pain, drugs---"Drugs? Pain? She's being---this is torture. That boy, that's---"Flame on her wound; she tried her best to stifle the sounds that wanted to escape. her--fists clenched and released--the brunette pressed her eyes shut... she would have argued--his points under different---she could feel tears roll--down her cheek, her mind was---
"Erika! She's been kidnapped... that's SPECTRE, it has to be, but.." Elsa chewed her lip. She kept getting images, but they were hazier, the words slurred as though Erika was drunk. Pain and drugs and everything made her harder to read even as they made her words all the more insistent in Elsa's mind. It was like attempting to read a book someone had shoved up against your face. Elsa saw all the letters, but none of the words made any sense. She knew one thing though, and she grabbed her phone.
"It's Elsa Bellefonte. Erika's been kidnapped by SPECTRE. Yes I'm sure. It's been weeks. No one's seen Everett. I know. You know how I know," she said into the phone, firing off. She was already gathering things. She needed to find something, someone, and she knew someone who could, would do that for her. She'd pay him so much he wouldn't--no, the school would--"Transfer five thousand dollars into the account of Christopher O'Conner. Yes, that Christopher. Yes, I'm sure. He's going to find Erika, that's why. Erika and Trevor Paige and... probably Frank Cox too, dammit," Elsa sighed, running her hand through her hair. "Get a team. No, scratch that. You do your thing. I'll get the damn team together. No, I'm not listening to reasoning.
"Why? Because they're torturing my damn sister, that's why? Oh, you think I can't? I'm a goddamn Bellefonte. I'll do this myself if I---that's better," Elsa sighed, then licked her lips. "I'll send you the information, gather a team together. The squad. And a few others. Not Roxana Strix: she's going to stay here. What did we say about questions? Tell Ellen Banks too. And any loved ones... Felix, yes, tel Felix and Everett. You know damn well who I'm talking about.
"Because they're going. To their base; we're taking the fight to them. No more hiding. SPECTRE is going to learn why you don't fuck with the people of Bellefonte."
Which was why this felt... important.
It struck her as the worst possible choice, oh, not because of the pain--What pain? Elsa's brow furrowed and she looked down at herself. No pain: she looked and felt perfectly normal. A little tired but---the nail was yanked off, the nerve-endings firing so immensely that it overwhelmed; confusion settled in--that felt about right. Elsa definitely couldn't help but be confused, since she couldn't---give the man any satisfaction, no matter what pain coursed through her---
"Man? What man?" Elsa said, unable to keep quiet, looking around. There was no man here. Just her and her computer, with a college essay pulled up, though she didn't have to do it. Certainly no one torturing her. That didn't explain anything though; not one jot. She looked down at her computer, leaning over, scanning through email. She pulled up Erika's email, which she'd had open in another browser, checking. Nothing there...her jaw clenched, and she focused on the man, her anger pushing her ability into focus. He'd done little to no---pain, flaring between her, her jaw clenching, tears burning--Elsa reached up to wipe at the tears, not certain why she would suddenly feel this, why she would suddenly cry. what did all this---stubbornness won out over subconscious. You didn't have "the slightest idea... Erika?" Elsa turned, looking toward her sister's room. This didn't make any sense... why would she... Erika had run off for fun, right. It had been a while, a few weeks, but... this, this wasn't fun.
Eyes locked on the boy on the table. Her power flared, not as violent. Panic grew in her chest, threatening to overwhelm her. Her lips twitched, pain, drugs---"Drugs? Pain? She's being---this is torture. That boy, that's---"Flame on her wound; she tried her best to stifle the sounds that wanted to escape. her--fists clenched and released--the brunette pressed her eyes shut... she would have argued--his points under different---she could feel tears roll--down her cheek, her mind was---
"Erika! She's been kidnapped... that's SPECTRE, it has to be, but.." Elsa chewed her lip. She kept getting images, but they were hazier, the words slurred as though Erika was drunk. Pain and drugs and everything made her harder to read even as they made her words all the more insistent in Elsa's mind. It was like attempting to read a book someone had shoved up against your face. Elsa saw all the letters, but none of the words made any sense. She knew one thing though, and she grabbed her phone.
"It's Elsa Bellefonte. Erika's been kidnapped by SPECTRE. Yes I'm sure. It's been weeks. No one's seen Everett. I know. You know how I know," she said into the phone, firing off. She was already gathering things. She needed to find something, someone, and she knew someone who could, would do that for her. She'd pay him so much he wouldn't--no, the school would--"Transfer five thousand dollars into the account of Christopher O'Conner. Yes, that Christopher. Yes, I'm sure. He's going to find Erika, that's why. Erika and Trevor Paige and... probably Frank Cox too, dammit," Elsa sighed, running her hand through her hair. "Get a team. No, scratch that. You do your thing. I'll get the damn team together. No, I'm not listening to reasoning.
"Why? Because they're torturing my damn sister, that's why? Oh, you think I can't? I'm a goddamn Bellefonte. I'll do this myself if I---that's better," Elsa sighed, then licked her lips. "I'll send you the information, gather a team together. The squad. And a few others. Not Roxana Strix: she's going to stay here. What did we say about questions? Tell Ellen Banks too. And any loved ones... Felix, yes, tel Felix and Everett. You know damn well who I'm talking about.
"Because they're going. To their base; we're taking the fight to them. No more hiding. SPECTRE is going to learn why you don't fuck with the people of Bellefonte."
