Protection (A Nikita Fanfic)

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Day 2 inside Division- 0900 hours

My body cried out in pain. The electric shocks, Amanda had administered, had caused more damage than I thought. I was scared that something inside me was severely damaged, something like a major organ. One the guards had given me a beating after Alex had left. I think my ribs were fractured or even worse, broken. I was known as Nikita's daughter in here, the famous Nikita. Every time a recruit walks past my cell, they are talking about Nikita or about how Michael captured Nikita's daughter or about the rumors that Percy is going to kill me..

Daniel Monroe. That name is still in my mind. That was my dad. Did he know that mom was pregnant with me before he died? Was he happy? If he was still alive, maybe my life would have been different. When I was little, I used to ask about him, Daniel Monroe. I mean my dad. I wondered who and where my dad was. And each time I asked i never got the answer I was looking for.  Mom would sometimes change the subject or stay silent. That was when i knew the conversation was over.  What did my dad look like? I think i have his eyes as mine are green and mom's aren't so they must be from him.  I would have liked to meet him, even just once. The idea of him being dead never once crossed my unstable mind, I imagined him in like Canada or Spain, maybe with a family of his own.

I want to go home and sleep in my own bed. I want mom to tell me that everything is going to be okay.  Alex has been talking to mom through the shell program and i don't think she has asked about me. If she did, then Alex would have said. Amanda wants Alex to gain my trust so that they can get information out me. I can't talk to Alex freely in here as there are cameras everywhere, and Amanda or Percy could be listening in and I can't compromise her. Because then, she'll be cancelled and it will be my fault. 

Suddenly, my trail of thoughts are interrupted by a bang on the metal door.  Seconds later the door swings open. And Amanda is standing in the door way. She is wearing a sleek black dress, outlining her elegant figure. She is wearing a matching pair of black heels and is carrying with some sort of tray. On it is a bowl and a glass.  It's my 'breakfast' meal. But Alex usually brings me that.  I haven't eaten anything since being in these 4 walls, at home mom would watch eat my breakfast as she says 'It's the most important meal of the day; it gives you the energy you need for the day' but i don't believe that.   I don't like eating. Whenever i eat it, i feel disgusted with myself. Food is the very last thing i think about now, I cannot stand it and it just makes me feel so sick. 

"I thought you would be quite hungry since you haven't eaten for more than 24 hours." She explains,as she places the tray on my bed.

"I don't want it. "I mumble.

"You haven't been eating any of the meals the recruit has bought you. So now I'm here to make sure that you do."

"What part of 'I don't want it', do you not understand?!" I yell, violently throwing the tray against the wall, making the bowl crash against the wall, shattering it into a thousands of pieces. I glance at the wall and the porridge has covered part of the wall, I look up to see Amanda glaring at me. She's smirking as if she knew i was going to do that. 

"Aria." She says as she sits on my bed, facing me.

"Do you know that breakfast is the most important meal of the day? It fuels you with the energy needed for you to start your day. " She continues. 

'So I've been told.' I whisper. 

"By your mother?" She questions. 

"Yes. " As the word leaves my mouth, I can feel that something isn't right. There is a tightness in my throat.I'm breathing but the air just won't go in, like my lungs are surrounded by metal bands.   The exertion brings on more breathlessness, like the air around me is devoid of oxygen. My ribs heave up and down but no benefit comes. Next comes the rising panic, the dizzy feeling and the need to get low to the ground. I slump to the ground and my eyesight becomes fuzzy, i can just about make out the details of my cell. I can hear Amanda's voice fading away until i can no longer hear and see anything. 

Day 2 inside Division- 1153 hours

I am woken by the sound of machines, beeping in regular intervals.  My heart is pounding against my rib cage, wanting to escape ,my mind empty. It's as if a hypodermic of adrenaline has been emptied into my carotid.  Slowly I try to get up but quickly realize how futile it is when I bite my lip to stop myself from crying out. Sharp pain lances through my body and colorful spots flash in front of my eyes, it feels like my whole body has been beaten and is like i have bruised in every corner. Every movement I make causes some muscle or bone to ache and my delicate legs are shaky and can't support the weight of my body.

"You're awake. That's good. How are you feeling?" Michael says as he is standing in the doorway of the room. I am connected to many machines through wires, they are all making their unique noise. 

"Everything hurts. What happened?" I ask, tears welling up in my eyes. 

" Somehow you have broken 2 of your ribs and one of them punctured your lung, causing it to collapse. The doctor had to preform an emergency thoracotomy to drain the fluid in your lung. "

I nod and at that moment a woman I have not see before and Amanda come in. 

"Hello Aria , I'm Dr.Stone.  How's the pain?" 

"It hurts." I mumble.

"I'll give you another dose of the pain relief which should help relieve the pain a bit. " She explains.

As she injects the pain relief, I can feel it flowing into my bloodstream. My eyes feel heavy as if weights are shutting them. 

"I want my mum. " I mumble.

"So do we and you are going to tell us exactly where she is." I hear Amanda say, she says something else but I don't catch it, as her voice fades away yet again. 

Nikita's POV

The Loft - 1440 hours

Everything is in place. Now I need is the go-ahead. I promised my daughter that I would protect her from anything that would do her harm and i intend on keeping that promise.  In the brilliant light of May I can't even see the glass of the window. The sun streams in like a flamboyant guest, not waiting for an invitation. No longer can I see the white vinyl frame, just the shape. I think this window is what sold me on the house, it's like an arched doorway: low to the ground and reaching high to the ceiling. Since Aria was 8, she has always had the obsession of the view from this window.  She would always press her face against the window and would exhale, leaving a ball of cloudy mist  and she would do this all day and draw pictures with her bare fingers.

 I remember the first time she asked me. She was quiet that day and after training I gather she had the guts to ask me. 

'Mommy?'

"Yes honey."

"Why can't I go to school? I want to have friends and play with them." asked Aria.

"Aria, darling. You know you can't. Not yet anyway, not until I have dealt with Division. I'm not letting you out into this world until Division is gone, then I know i won't have to worry about you every minute you aren't here with me."

"When's that going to be? Mom, I want to be normal. I want to have a life,It's not fair! " She cried.

"I know darling, but your safety is my first priority. So for now, i will continue to home school you okay? Go and have a quick shower and I'll make you something to eat."

She nodded and walked off into the bathroom. Even though I couldn't see her face, I knew she was upset because all she wanted was a life. She didn't choose this life, she didn't want to be on the run. And i didn't either, but that was when I knew that Division needed to be dealt with, not just for my sake, but for my daughters. 

BEEP BEEP.

I look behind me to see my computer beeping. A message appears on the screen:

Emma Stone    : 1456 hours

She's safe for now. Commence Phase 2.  - Stone

Emma Stone, the woman who helped me give birth to Aria and the woman who looked after her for the first 4 years of her life. She is my second mole inside Division. I knew Aria wouldn't remember her, which is a good thing, because then Aria wouldn't compromise her. I had put my daughter's life in Emma's hands once before and i know I can trust her enough to do the same  now.