Case Reopened

Old Friends

Oh my dearest ducklings! Reading this might mean you came from one chapter to the next, for others you waited months for something new and here it is! Asked for and finally delivered!

(It is tied to Carter and The Boy chapter - in Open Case File)

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Carter had to wonder just how bad was murder. Yes, on the baseline level, it was the worst thing a person could do to another human being. But taking a step back it had to be viewed critically. Take for instance The Greats, the Avengers, the world's mightiest defenders, they killed all the time without even thinking about it. Murder in their eyes was a normal Tuesday.

Granted their actions were against people trying to enslave the world and cause complete chaos so that did seem to justify it. With that logic, though it meant that murder in some ways was justified, especially if it was for the bettering of humanity.

That meant that she might possibly be justified in her actions if she murdered-

"What are you thinking?" Mason asked, swiveling back and forth in his chair.

Mason. Killing Mason would mean world peace, therefore the price would be worth it, right? The jury would see it the way she did, she knew they would.

"Ah, you're thinking about murdering me," Mason said.

"Was it that obvious?"

"No, actually it's unnerving how you can look completely calm while thinking such violent thoughts."

"And yet you knew."

"Well yeah, it's like 90% of your thoughts."

Carter cocked an eyebrow. "And the other 10%?"

"Donovan."

"Nothing specific, just Donovan?"

"Yeah, there's no way I'm exploring the depth and in what ways you think about him." Mason raised his hands as if in fear. "I do not need nightmares."

"Which is shocking to me that you don't already have them from looking in the mirror all the time."

"I'm not visible in mirrors, haven't you heard?" Mason said.

"I thought vampires sparkled nowadays or are you that old of a vampire that you're one of those who don't appear in mirrors?"

Mason narrowed his eyes at Carter as a slow smile overtook his face. The grin was unnerving enough that she would easily believe the only way to end him was a stake through the heart.

"Carter Owens," Mason said, mockingly. "You've read Twilight?"

The question poked at a very old life when she was just a normal teen who read overhyped romances thinking it was realistic. She could remember the shared giggles between her and her friends when they'd read together. They'd barely been thirteen and the moody, aggressive nature of Edward had been alluring rather than disturbing. Something Captain pointed out when he read it to know what she was reading.

"I was a kid once," Carter said.

"Were you? I imagined the science lab just produced you as an obnoxious fourteen-year-old sent to destroy my life and any sense of peace I had."

Leaning back in her chair, Carter crossed her arms. "I was created for you?"

"Weren't you? After all, I didn't know you existed before we met, seems a little suspicious to me that you just suddenly appeared."

"And the life I had before I met you...?"

"Fictitious. There was no school before Hamilton. I looked into it, your backstory is flimsy, weak, easily dismantled."