❝Who is in control? Your light side or your dark side?❞ The young woman's current mentor glanced up at her with raised brows, waiting expectantly for an answer.
❝I-I don't know... I'm hoping it's my light side.❞ The woman replied, looking down at her hands and frowning slightly as she thought about it. She hadn't snapped lately, which was a good sign. An excellent sign, even.
❝You must do more than just hope. You must learn to render the power - or gift, if that's what you would like to call it - that you were given.❞ At those simple words, the woman's head snapped up in surprise, sharply glaring at her mentor, her soft frown turning into a deep scowl.
❝Power? You think this is a power?❞ She hissed, pushing her chair back and slowly standing to her feet as her hands balled into tight fists. ❝What I have-- It's a curse. It's far from the idea that it was given to me.❞
❝I suppose it can be seen different ways in certain eyes.❞ The mentor replied lamely, not really noticing the sudden threat that was rising in the room.
❝It should be seen the same way; the way I see it.❞ The woman growled, her fists beginning to shake violently as anger took over her senses. ❝The curse I have, is not something to be taken lightly about. At all.❞
The woman stalked up to her mentor, who glanced up from his notes just in time to see her hand reach out and grasp him by the neck, shoving him out of his chair and back against the wall with strength that hadn't been there before.
❝I am something that should not be taken lightly about.❞ She added, her voice growing dangerously cold as her grip around the man's neck tightened, her blue eyes beginning to flicker towards empty darkness as she stared at the choking man.
❝You want to see a gift? I'll give you a gift.❞ With that quiet response hanging in the air, she pulled her hand away and in one quick motion, snapped his neck with the flick of her wrist, the man's jagged breath ceasing all together as the room grew silent.
The woman blinked for a moment, staring down at the limp body of her mentor, before turning her attention to the black glass that was a little ways above her, indicating someone had been watching her the entire time.
❝I hope you're happy.❞ She called up to the window, a psychotic grin overcoming her features as she turned her black eyes away from the window to look back down at the dead man.
And not a moment later, she passed out, the power a bit too much for her, and she fell limply onto the ground, her eyes noticeably fading back to their original blue color before they closed.
High above, behind the window, a man and woman stood side by side, the woman holding a rather thick clipboard in her hands, hurriedly writing stuff down on the piece of paper on top.
The man clasped his hands behind his back, staring down at the mess in the room below, shaking his head slightly before letting out a sigh.
❝Take note,❞ he told the woman beside him, ❝Subject 16 is in need of yet another interrogator. Unlike last time, we're lucky he didn't have a pocket knife on him. Let's see if she can truly control herself when put under pressure like that again.❞
The woman nodded, briskly walking away with the new information, leaving the man by himself as he stared at the passed out woman one more time.
❝So far, it looks like your dark side it winning, Ms. Stark...❞
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stockholm syndrome
Random♕ → ❝I know they'll be coming, to find me soon. But my Stockholm Syndrome, is in the room.❞
