Daisy isn't a Superhero

Heal Me

The room around me blurred and spun as my eyes fluttered open; instantly a stab of pain shot through my head and I clutched at it miserably. I blinked and squeezed my eyes shut a few times and then hauled myself up to a sitting position.

The light was dim in the room I was in, soft rays of sun filtered through gauzy curtains over the windows. The walls were pale grey and the bed I was in was big with clean white linen bedsheets with little yellow flowers. Overall, the bedroom was so calm and clean that it involuntarily made me relax.

For a long while, I stared at the closed door and took deep breaths, attempting to calm the shooting pain behind my eyeballs. Finally, I untangled myself from a grey knit blanket and swung my legs over the side of the bed.

I recoiled as my feet touched a fluffy rug. I guess I just assumed the floors would be cold and hard in a villain's lair.

Fuck... was this Sirius' bedroom?? I scrambled over to a dresser on the other side of the room and pulled open a drawer. It was full of pads, tampons, a heating pad, aleve, and dove chocolates.

I blinked. Ok well unless Sirius was secretly a girl, this must be someone else's room. Lila's maybe? Did green women even technically get their periods?

I closed the drawer more confused than when I opened it. Padding over the fluffy rug, I pulled the curtains and stared out the window. I rubbed my eyes. What the hell was I seeing?? Instead of a normal landscape, there was a pale, shimmery film that obscured everything from sight. I could see vague shadowy outlines through it but not nearly enough to tell where exactly I was. Not like it really mattered, I'd escaped from this lair before, I could find my way out again.

I yanked at the window. It didn't budge; I was utterly spent from my fight with Abercrombie. I clutched at my head again as I remembered the fight and then Sirius digging into my brain like it was escargot. No wonder he was the most feared villain of my time, the power to twist and play with your free will like a cat toying with a helpless mouse scared the hell out of me and likely everyone who had encountered Sirius and lived to tell the tale.

I blinked. He must be controlling the other villains who worked for him. Leatherman, Lila...

Lila!

I slid across the room to the door and rattled the door handle, filling my lungs with air to scream for her.

It banged open and I crashed onto my knees in the living room.

Lila looked up from the counter, startled. She was the only one left, leatherman, Abercrombie, and Sirius were gone.

"Lila are you ok? Does his compulsion last even when he's gone? Are you...yourself??" I blurted out, staring wildly at her, searching for any sign of his powers.

"What on earth are you talking about?" asked Lila, "are you alright??"

"Lila he's controlling you, I know he is, don't you feel it?"

Lila stared at me, her eyes widening.

Encouraged, I scrambled to get through to her, maybe I could break her free from his compulsion, "Lila I know you probably feel crazy but I know what it feels like. It feels like someone has a string tied around your mind and they're tugging it away from your control. It feels like you're losing your mind to him but you can cut the string Lila, cut it and come back."

I stood panting.

"Daisy..." Lila stood up as well, an unreadable expression on her face, "I'm not compelled, Sirius is just a friend."

I couldn't speak.

"I'm sorry he did that to you, I didn't want him to but he felt that it was the only way to keep us all safe. He was wrong and I'm sorry. I'm sorry we hurt you, it was not our intention at all, Daisy, I promise," Lila watched me with sad eyes as she talked.