Hybrid

~Decisions~

Marcella's Point Of View

"Thanks Ryan. Just lay her down here please.." I looked at Holly as he laid her down in her bed and I sighed lightly. I'm so sorry Holly..I'm sorry that just being you makes things so hard for you. I promise that I will do my best to make life better for you. They will accept you. I'll make sure of it.

"Marcella...She was bleeding a lot." Ryan talking snapped me back from my thoughts and I looked up at him. "Why..Why did they have to get off so easily? They knew exactly what they were doing. They hurt her Marcy!" As he was talking his voice was getting louder and I rested a hand on his shoulder to calm him.

"Ryan..what they did was wrong, but what do you want me to do? Hurt them like they hurt Holly? Wouldn't that make me just like them? They can't be taught that way. They have to be shown that they don't have to hate her. And that nothing is her fault. Lacey's anger is misplaced. I'm sure she's under a lot of pressure from her family. I have a bit of a feeling that they are pressuring her a lot." I watched him as I spoke and I saw his shoulders slump as he sighed. "Come on Ryan..lets let her rest. Her wound is all healed, she just needs a bit of time to wake up. Why don't you go help mom with dinner or something. I'm sure she'd like the help. It would also keep her mind off Holly." He just nodded lightly and then walked to the door where he hesitated. I gave him a light nod and a gentle smile and then he left. I heard his feet down the stairs and then I sighed again. I had talked with our parents about this and we had all agreed to try and keep Holly's training as secret as possible. We didn't really want to go in front of the council about this quite yet, but now it seems like we are going to have to. Our little journey might have to start early as well. This is going in the opposite direction we wanted it to..

As I was thinking I walked out of Holly's room and into my own. I then grabbed my shoulder bag and started to pack some things like clothes and such in it. Then I went to my closet and went to the very back. I pushed all of my other clothes out of the way and reached in the back, pulling out my council uniform. I've never had to wear this yet.. I never really wanted to. My parents had been preparing me for this position. My parents had given me this uniform when I turned eighteen. I hope it still fits..

I started to undress, pulling off my shirt and then stepping out of my pants. I then pulled the uniform dress off the hanger and sighed in front of my mirror. I pulled the dress over my head and situated it in it's right position. The shirt was sleeveless and had one strap over my chest. Then there was a bit of a cut out over the tops of my breasts. The dress was tight against my body and the front of the dress reached about the length of a mini skirt and was tight. The back of the dress reached to about my ankle length and was very loose and flowy. It looked like it fit.. I glanced back at the hanger I had put on my bed and then I grabbed the little half jacket. The jacket was long sleeved but the body of the jacket only reached under my breasts. I saw as I zipped up the jacket that it covered the breast cut out on the dress. The dress also came with stockings and I pulled them on. They reached to my thighs, I had expected them to be sheer but they were solid and silky. The last touch were the gloves which covered my fingers and about half of my palm. I then leaned into the mirror and put my hair up in a tight bun against the back of my neck, pinning it back securely.

I took a step back to look at myself in the mirror. I looked really strict and serious, but also regal and important. The deep black of the uniform really brought a sharp contrast to my pale skin. The golden trim to the uniform seemed to reflect in my hazel eyes and I let out another light sigh. Just then there was a light knock on my door and I turned my head to see Ryan peek through the door.

"Your mother...wants....you.." He was talking as he looked at me and I saw the shock in his eyes as his speech slowed. "Uhh..sorry. I think I should..uh.." He didn't finish talking and quickly pulled his head back out of my room and I heard him hurry back down the stairs. His reaction made me smile lightly. What a dorky kid.. After he had left I left my room and headed down stairs to see what my mother wanted. As I was walking down the steps I could hear my grandma talking with my mom.