The Mimic

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Y/n was shaking.

She had imagined killing the man in the suit so many times in her head. She knew what she had to do, she knew what she was going to say, she knew everything. Yet there she was, trembling like a child. Being called 'princess' by him had completely caught her off guard. He was supposed to be begging for his life, but he wasn't. He was calm.

The man in the suit slowly turned around, an expectant look in his eyes. "Go ahead, do it." He hummed, sitting on top of the desk in a casual way. "Do it." He repeated. A condescending smile appeared on his face at the sight of y/n shaking, she had to tense all of the muscles in her arms to even aim it at his head. "Come on, do it. I know that I definitely didn't teach you to pause. Hell, I definitely didn't teach you to allow your victim to see your face. So what're you doing? Shoot me."

Y/n tightened her grip on the gun. Her face was a picture of pure anger, but there seemed to be something in her eyes that told him a different story. "Shut up." She snapped through gritted teeth. Her jaw was clenched tightly, tight enough to snap a tooth if she bit down any harder. Her finger hovered over the trigger, staring her nightmare right in the eyes.

The man in the suit cleared his throat to break the thick silence in the room. He could hear y/n's shaky breathing, he could see how much she was trying to hold it together, and that just seemed to egg him on even more. "Here, do you want me to help you?" He cooed, leaning forward until the cold gun pressed into his forehead. "This is disappointing, you know. The princess that I know just killed four people with her bare hands. She's eight. You have a gun. You're an adult. It's obvious that I successfully taught you to kill, so why aren't you?" He asked in an almost annoyed tone.

Y/n didn't say a word. She wanted to shoot him. She wanted to do it. But she couldn't. She couldn't press down on that trigger, and she didn't know why. This was her chance. She had been dreaming of this moment for so long. He was supposed to be dead by now. His brains were supposed to be spattered across the two-way mirror in front of them, but he wasn't. She was letting him talk. Letting him speak poison into her ears. Why couldn't she do it?

Frustration begun to boil inside of her, causing her throat to tighten and her chest to hurt with every shaky breath. Adrenaline spread like wildfire through her veins, just causing the shaking to get even worse.

Shoot him.

Shoot him.

Shoot him.

The man in the suit watched with a smirk as he waited for y/n to pull the trigger. It was a thick, thick silence. The only thing that he could hear was the shaky breathing of y/n. He was surprised that he couldn't hear her heart pounding. He could tell that she wasn't actually looking into his eyes, she'd spaced out. Far too deep in her inner turmoil. So, he decided to snap her back into reality. "Shoot me!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, loud enough to even make young y/n quickly hide under her covers in fear of getting caught playing with her sock puppets.

Y/n flinched at the sudden yell from the man in the suit.

She flinched.

That was all it took for her to be launched straight back into her past. She felt like a child again as the man in the suit slowly pulled the gun out of her trembling grasp. She felt weak. Defenseless. Vulnerable. All because he raised his voice.

The man in the suit let out a sigh as he set the gun down on the desk behind him. He faked a pout at the terrified, teary look in y/n's eyes, reaching out to gently cup her cheek. "God, you've grown up so beautifully." He hummed, pushing a strand of hair out of her face. "I see that everything went to plan, or otherwise you wouldn't be back here to kill me. It's sweet that you still think of me." He smiled, booping her nose as if she was still a child.

Y/n flinched again as her nose was booped. She tried her hardest to keep her composure, but the tears in her eyes were scorching hot, begging to pour. The lump in her throat continued to grow and grow, constricting her breathing with every second that passed. She swallowed hard, not removing her gaze from the man in the suit.

She couldn't believe that she let him take the gun away from her. She couldn't believe that she was still so paralysed by his presence. This wasn't how the scenario went in her dreams. He would've been dead by now, yet there she was, allowing him to treat her like a child again.

"Let me run you through a hypothetical, can I do that?" He asked, moving away from y/n as he turned his back to her. He faced the two-way mirror, watching the little girl cower under her covers. "Now, I'm not too clued up on time travel, so correct me if I'm wrong, but what do you think will happen if you kill me?" He questioned, turning his head to y/n for a few seconds, but of course he didn't get a response. "You'd expect your whole life to change, hm? You'd be free. But you and I both know that's not true." He shrugged, picking up a photo of y/n from the desk. "Nothing will change. Another man will come to replace me, and you'll be stuck with him for the rest of your life instead of me. And you don't want that, princess." The man in the suit cooed, turning back toward y/n. A fond smile appeared on his face, cupping her cheek once again as he admired how vulnerable she looked. "I took care of you. I took you out of that boring old town, and I gave you a real life. I understood your potential, and you standing here right now just proves that. I taught you how to protect yourself. I-"

"You ruined my life." Y/n spat.

As soon as the man in the suit begun to talk about taking her away from her parents, the anger inside of her came back. It was a roaring bonfire in her stomach, quickly spreading throughout the rest of her body. He didn't deserve to talk about her parents, or her hometown. He didn't deserve to take credit for 'taking care of her'. He didn't deserve to be listened to.

The man in the suit's eyes widened a little at the sudden change in y/n's mood. One second she was a shaking, trembling mess, and now there was a darkness in her eyes that he couldn't even describe. He slowly moved his hand away from y/n's face, tilting his head to the side. "Oh?" He questioned, wanting her to carry on. He wanted her to keep talking. He wanted to see how long she could keep up that angry façade. But what he didn't know was that it wasn't a façade, it wasn't a façade at all.

"I was six!" Y/n yelled, ignoring the hot tears that poured down her cheeks. "Six. Years. Old." Her voice trembled with pure anger, pointing toward the two-way mirror. "You killed my parents right in front of my eyes, and you blamed me for it. I was a child!" She continued to shout, stepping closer and closer to the man in the suit as he begun to back away. "You made everyone in my town believe that I was dead. You wiped my identity off the face of the earth and trapped me here. You trapped me here and let me endure years of torture and trauma. You manipulated my every thought. Every movement. Everything." Y/n hissed, beginning to back him into a corner. "And what did you do when I started to question you? When I started to realise that this wasn't right? You stuck over a thousand volts through me and wiped me of my memories. You wiped me of any autonomy-"

"Princess-" The man in the suit begun, a look of terror in his eyes as he noticed the orbs of energy that were pulsing in y/n's palms. "Hold on-" He stammered, backing himself up against the concrete corner. He'd finally realised that he had no control over y/n. That she wasn't like the child in the room just a few feet away. She was strong, and she was out for blood. "I-"

"You turned me into a puppet. You forced me to do your dirty work. You tortured me for centuries. It's all you." Y/n snapped in a deep, dark tone. She wasn't yelling anymore. She was quiet, but that just made everything scarier. The tears were gone, replaced by a murderous glare, and the orbs in her palms just seemed to be growing stronger and stronger. "And now you get to pay."