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She tilted the test tube until the droplets rolled along its edges and slipped into her eyes. As she closed her eyes and lost herself with the familiar warm feeling spreading throughout her body, her mind could not but think about the times which brought about this familiarity.

They found out about her ability when she was nine. They watched the young child wipe her mothers tears gently before accidentally touching her own eye. They watched as the child froze as images and feeling ran through her head, things they would never know. They could only watch as she spoke of deep secrets her mother alone knew as the woman lay on her deathbed and the child blabbering confused, sitting next to her.

Once they had the suspicion they tried to confirm it; she vividly remembers the pale cream laboratory walls and the feeling of overflowing liquid in her eyes. Drop by drop by drop. It wasn’t medicine for she was never mad. It was the the men who were crazy.

When they realised her power was real, they sold her. These men who called themselves the mafia were glad to have her, though she wasn’t. Every night they poured drops of tears of victims interrogated into her eyes until they overflowed like her own tears, and she would know them, feel them, and lose herself. Every night she would give them the memories of the victims she could glimpse and they could use, extracted information they demanded. Every night she travelled down unknown memory lanes. She was a broken soul carrying the burden of broken memories of others; she never realised when she stopped fighting back, when she accepted the exhaustion.

The night she choose to break free and escape was the night she met him. She was covered in blood and cuts with tears streaming down her face when she washed ashore on the banks where his broken old house stood. She remembers the softness of his wrinkled hands as he wiped her tears but she is still unsure whether those tears were her own. But she revels in the fact that the memories which followed, ones of warmth and acceptance and a happy life in a tiny hut were finally hers.

The feeling of warmth spread to her fingertips but she still didn’t open her eyes.

The grandfather lay in a wodden coffin in the other room. Her hands ran gently over the final letter he had left for her, the now empty vial clutched in her hand and her eyes shut with such force that it hurt.

He never asked. He knew, yet he never asked. He wiped away her cuts and bandaged her wounds. He let her heal, put herself back together. And now, she was broken no more.

She opened her eyes slowly and the images began to play. Images of his childhood which he cherished, images of him as a young man walking moonlit gardens with his lover. Images of her death and his mourning.

She felt breathless when images of her came before her eyes. Her limp form as it washed down the river floating on broken rubble. Him bandaging her wounds and feeding her.The first time she had smiled at him. And the first time he had pat her head gently and told her he loved her as a child he could never have.

The warmth spread until it threatened to spill out, and spill out it did. The vial with his tears fell from her hand and broke to into a thousand pieces as she doubled up in pain, choking on tears.

The tears which flowed down her face were her own. Of that she was now sure.

Nov 2018

Tagging @writing-prompt-s whose prompt inspired me. It’s just a snippet I’ve tried to write. Thanks man I have fun with yr blog!

So yep I just wrote this in half and hour and it’s kinda sorta based on this prompt right here though I totally went off track as I got really invested in the character.

“Devo-” Minos started again, but the man shot him a sharp look.

“We’ve been over this,” Devo told him tiredly. “We can’t afford the resources, and even if we could, we’d have to deal with the fact that he doesn’t need us alive, okay?” Minos scowled. “Look, as much as I’d like to save her, we can’t.” He glanced over at Eris for support, who sighed. He reached out to put a hand on the boy’s shoulder, but he flinched back.

“I don’t have to deal with this today,” Minos growled. And then he was gone.

“You don’t think he’d-”

“He’s reckless, not stupid. He’ll be fine.”

---

“You can’t-”

“He’s busy-”

“Who do you even think you are, barging in here-”

Nero slammed the door open.

“Where the heck is Minos?” Devo stumbled back.

“Nero, what-”

“I’ll ask you again.” Nero slammed him against the wall, causing bystanders to let out screams and gasps. After all, who dared challenge their leader if they wanted to live? (The last guy was killed, shot with his own pistol.)

“Where. Is. He?”

“I don’t know!” He cried out. “He disappeared last night after we told him-”

“About what?”

“Accuri offered us a deal,” Devo choked out. “Minos for-” Nero dropped him, his body hitting the ground with a thud. 

“Why would you tell him that?” She shouted.

“He deserved to know!”

“You knew he would go off and get himself killed!”

“I mean, logically Accuri wouldn’t kill him-”

“I don’t care about logically! What did Mrs. Evenson say about this?”

“...”

“Devo!”

“How could we tell her her adopted son is wanted by the most infamous psycho in history?” Nero scowled, her hands balled up into fists.

“You have got to be kidding me. I break out of that hellhole to find out that you two, the people that were supposed to take care of him while I was out- for only two weeks no less- managed to lose him?” Eris laughed. She turned on him. “Go on,” she demanded. “What’s funny about this? Your boyfriend just got kidnapped-

“Nero, it’s been four years. We’re long past two weeks. Pretty much everyone thought you were dead. Minos and Devo held a memorial, since we didn’t have a body.” Nero blinked twice, shot a final glare at Devo, and left the room. Curious bystanders watched as she went past, whispering their own rumors.

“Is that the one that killed Hyperion?”

“Room 26, maybe?”

“Do they know each other?”

And more frequently:

“Is she an asset or an enemy?”

“Traitor from the first war?”

“Another god?”

“Eris,” Devo said. “I think we need to make an announcement.” Eris sighed.

“Yeah, probably. Then we should probably save Minos from whatever mess he got himself into.”

“You’re not worried?”

“It’s Minos Evenson. He could probably dumb luck his way out of anything. Besides, Accuri would have called to gloat if he had him.”

“Yeah, that’s true.” He paused. “Wait, should I be worried about the fact that Nero’s been missing for four years and we have no idea where she went?” Eris laughed.

“Brain damage really did something to you, didn’t it?” Devo smiled.

“Yeah, probably.”

Prompt 3

Whumpee’s team knows they were captured, but it would be too big of a risk to go rescue them. It’s an ambush waiting to happen. All of their teammates take turns trying, begging Leader to go rescue Whumpee (Maybe they’re the youngest, the baby of the team?) But Leader keeps refusing. They have to put the entirety of the team before just one person.

Eventually, months, years later, when Whumpee either escapes, or Whumper decides they’ve outlasted their use, Whumpee returns to the team’s base. What do they say? To the team? To Leader? Do they say anything at all?