r u n a w a y s ; || [brent-walker]
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it was weird to think that she’d never be at home again
or see her parents. she wouldn’t ever be back at school,
or see her friends. well, most of her friends were also
brent’s friends. her attitude made it hard for her to make
her own friends. knowing that she’d never wake up in her
soft, warm bed again made her shake. a week later and she
still longed for this all to be some type of horrifying nightmare.
why did she have to be a bio-terrorist? she wanted to be
normal. her activated conduit gene had forced her to throw
her life away, and it was ruining brent’s life too. now he couldn’t
see his friends anymore either and was forced to take care of
her more than their parents ever did. with him taking responsibility
of her, he wouldn’t ever wake up in a warm bed too, or simply
live out his life however he wanted to.abigail couldn’t help but feel guilty. sure, she didn’t ask for
brent’s help, but he probably felt as if he didn’t have a choice
when she was begging for her parents to not turn her in, tears
streaming down her face as she did so. seeing her like that
was a rare occasion. she was thankful that brent helped her,
but how long until he was going to get sick of running and
feeling helpless and end up abandoning her to go back home?
yes, abigail trusted her brother, but she couldn’t blame him if
he didn’t want to be apart of this anymore.she couldn’t force all this upon him.
’ what if they do? i don’t wanna go there, ‘ abigail muttered
softly, hugging her knees tighter to her chest. ’ they’re gonna
lock me up forever. and maybe even you. ‘the young girl didn’t quite know what was in store for her
if they caught her, but she did know that she’d never be
allowed back out into the real world. and if they caught brent
helping her, he’d probably get locked away too. thinking about
it all… abigail remembered kids in her classes who randomly
would stop showing up to classes. a few days later, everyone
found out that the dup took them, even if they were simply
suspected of being a bio-terrorist. everyone would simply think
lesser of that person and then move on, as if they had never
been in that class in the first place. abigail never knew what she
thought of them - all she heard were opinions and stories. but
now, being one and seeing the looks that her parents gave her,
she had a feeling this meant she was a monster.the thought of going to disney world with brent - if only. she
was sure that they would have some type of dup security there,
but the thought was nice. as a child, she always wanted to go
and see the princesses, just like every other little girl. but it never
did happen, due to their parents constantly working and not
wanting to go. brent always promised he’d get her there somehow.‘ i’ll be good, ’ she reassured him.’ i promise. ‘
abigail would behave. she’d do whatever he told her to do if it
meant staying with him and not get taken away.deep brown eyes wandered to her hands and widened as
neon started smoothly pouring from her hands and wrapping
around her arms. the bright lights illuminated her face, the
pink matching her hair color. but abigail began to panic, unsure
of how to control it. and the panicking only made it worse. a
week and she still had little control over her neon manipulation.
all she knew was that if she didn’t have… enough neon in her
system, she’d get weak and tired. after running so much and
accidentally almost blasting brent in the face with neon, she
had almost passed out until she finally realized that she needed
to absorb a neon source. her brother practically had to drag
her to a neon sign to help her.’ brent, it won’t stop! i-i can’t stop it. ’ the younger sibling
looked to the older sibling, fearful eyes showing how much
she needed his help.
He would be lying if he said that her powers didn’t frighten him, but the only thing he was afraid of was getting hurt and not being able to be there for her. He didn’t care about anything else, he didn’t care if he lost an arm to her, as long as she didn’t rip it off from his body. Mainly because he assumed that would be the most painful way to do that.
“Abby, I need you to focus on me.” This was his job, he had to make sure she was alright, that she was in control of her powers with the only thing he could manage to do. “The DUPs’ll have no reason to keep me ‘round. I’m nothing special like you. But I’m not going to let them take you from me.” His voice was calm, making sure that every single word that came out of his mouth was careful and helpful.
He was the only reason they’d gotten so far from home without her sporadic outbursts giving them away. He was that the cap on a bottle that was ready to burst. But if you kept from shaking the bottle, holding it close and making sure that no other forces could get to it, a shake or a blow of any kind, it’ll calm down.
The imminent was no longer such. Regardless of what, he wrapped his arms around her’s binding them down to her sides, her head lolled a little and placed against his chest. “Can you hear my heart beat, Fetch? Don’t let anything else get into your head right now.”
