Grey Line

Twisted

After her shower, Mika dressed and combed through her hair, taking in her appearance. The fluids they had given her had helped her keep her weight. Her muscle was somewhat lacking, but that was to be expected. The stark white streaks framing her face made her hair appear almost black, making her eyes pop. She couldn't stand the bruises and forming scars. They made her feel weak, as if she wasn't fighting hard enough. She grabbed the pill Bakugo had given her and popped it into her mouth before leaning down, sipping the water from the running sink.

"Almost," she reassured herself as she turned and made her way back into her room.
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Sting opened Mika's door and looked her over, "Well?"

She raised an eyebrow, "Well?"

He rolled his eyes, "You comin or not?"

"Actually yeah," she stood.

He blinked, "Fuck, really?"

Mika shrugged, acting unbothered, "What the hell does it matter now?" She moved past him and into the hallway of the large country home. The sun was set, a wind moving through the trees, bringing spring in its wake.

Sting closed her door and held out his hand, "Then let's go."

She hesitated for a moment before taking it. She had to fully commit to her part in this, or they would know. While Sting was still the enemy, he had grown more and more passive towards Mika. They held actual conversation at times, and occasionally shared a meal. Sometimes Mika caught him looking at her the same way he did Lena, with soft, hazel eyes. In another life, they could have possibly been friends, but not this one. He had to fall into the flames of this hellfire too.

He led her down the stairs, ignoring the confused looks of the other members of their group. Walking her down a small hallway and opening a door, he led her into the basement. Mika took a deep breath and made her way down the stone steps.

A soft light led her down a winding pathway, into a large room. A fireplace was lit, making the room comfortably warm. Mika's eyes looked over the antique vanity, and furniture.

"Strange isn't it," his voice was close behind her, "her tastes in things."

"Yeah," her eyes continued to scan the room. Sting carefully took her hand, pulling out the IV needles. Mika winced and sucked in a breath.

"Sorry," he mumbled and placed a bandage on her hand before doing the same to the other, "Ms. Lena asked that I remove them."

"How did you meet her," Mika decided to pry.

"I was an addict, on deaths door after an OD," his eyes met hers, "Ms. Lena came out of nowhere and picked me up."

"How nice of her," Mika softly rubbed her hands, not used to the feeling of them being free.

"I think so," he reached and lifted Mika's chin, "So I've devoted my life to her." He softly traced her bottom lip, "You will see who she truly is in time."

"Sting," Lena walked into the room, "don't bore her."

He smiled and let her go, "Yes ma'am."

"Mika," she looked at her as she removed her suit jacket, "Would you like something more comfortable?"

"Um, yes," Mika softly said.

"Grab us some wine," she looked at Sting who nodded and exited her room, "I've asked him to join us, I hope you don't mind." She walked to a large closet and turned on the light, "I promise he will behave."

She swallowed quietly, darting her eyes around the room. Lena handed her a black, soft silk nightie, "It's not too short, it will be softer than that sweater."
She nodded and took it, Lena nodded to a door, "You can change in there if you wish."