Nightmares in the form of terrorized flashbacks sprung through the mind of Catriona Sheridan-Knightfall as she restlessly tossed and turned in her room. The living quarters had been decorated with a sparse yet luxurious hand, retaining taste factors from both of the lives that the savage savant had lived.
“Mom, mom, please!” The naturally raspy voice of the thirteen year-old screamed out into the wind, the torrential rain slicking blood red hair to her face. It was the first time that mother and daughter had set sight on one another since Mercy and Andres had been corrupted by the Third Society, their sole drive now to bring in their daughter - the perfect catalyst for perfection of Aphasic’s techniques via her unique quantum biology.
Clad in the white of the Sanguine, now an abomination to the name, Mercy continued forward as Andres stalked Quintus, the cohort of the savage savant. “CATRIONA GET OUT!” Quintus bellowed at her as she ran down the street of Paris, looking for an opportunity to get the high ground and counteract her mother.
Risking a glance over her shoulder, the teenager nearly lost her footing, the bottom of her boot slipping against the cobblestone street of the abandoned city. It had been one of the last holdouts. Paris, New Orleans, Barcelona. Tokyo had fallen first, New York second, and from there it had been a domino effect as world government was compromised.
Cat ran face-first into a wall, her mothers telekinesis preventing her from navigating around, holding her in position. Moved against her will via the invisible force, Cat was back-up against the wall, her mother slowly coming closer and closer as Quintus continued to lead Andres on a merry chase.
“Mom…” Her lips trembled as tears mixed with rain drops coursing down her cheeks. “Je t’aime, mama.” Words that had been whispered a thousand times as a child, something, anything to break her out of it.
Pain wracked her chest, an unfamiliar aching heat spreading over her heart, almost incapacitating her. It was, she presumed, what it felt to have your heart break to pieces. “You’ll come see them now.” Them. Aphasic and Zedora. The Third Society. They could all go fck themselves. There was no emotion in her voice as she spoke, no recognition in Mercy’s purple eyes as they met those of her daughter. Nothing at all of the wife and loving mother that she had once been. Nothing left but a shell.
She allowed Mercy to get within touching distance of her, lying to herself and saying all the while that it was for a tactical advantage, when none of her powers required touch. In truth, it was a moment of weakness, one that she was not yet strong enough to push under.
At the last moment, Catriona placed her hands on either side of her mothers head and focused a massive amount of her power into them, overloading both the biological and synthetic functions of the assassin, shutting down the telekinesis and putting her out of commission for at least a short duration of time. “I’m so sorry.” Tears continued to fall down her face, the last of her worries at this moment in time.
Catriona bolted, knowing that sooner or later, Quintus would find his way to her, the partners in crime having established a seamless rapport with one another.
The moment that she was safe, hidden within the confines of one of their numerous safehouses, she crumbled. Back against the wall, she slid to the floor, drawing her knees up to her chest and allowing the wracking sobs their free reign.
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The sobs echoed in her sleep as the soft cotton of the sheets slid across her body, the storm outside pelting away at the exterior of the ship.
They were quelled forthwith as mystically hued eyes shot open. In her waking moments the woman known as Cat Savage was nothing less than put together perfection. There were no chips in her armor, no apparent weaknesses, nothing aside from the image that she chose to cultivate and portray to those in her company.
Taking the opportunity to get dressed in the midst of the frenzied chaos, Cat took a moment to reflect on her thoughts before shoving down the fleeting memories, just as she shoved down everything else. Stoic perfection, now and always.
A sudden tip of the ship threw her against the wall. Energy sparked in the air, energy that she was tangentially familiar with, energy that she had spent not near enough time and energy studying.
Sighing wistfully, the petite assassin braced, tensing her muscles and closing her eyes, only to open them in an entirely different location.
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