Treacherous Michael Langdon

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Dominique has always been a peculiar girl, ever since she was a kid.

She remembered turning withered flowers into full bloom upon a single touch when she was 10 years old. Her mother loved it; she would remember the smile on her mother's face whenever she sat on their garden and perform her wonder. She can clearly remember how she'd say, "Mama, I colored the flowers. Are they pretty?"

Her mother would nod and give her a hug, before they go inside their humble abode by the woods.

She remembered asking her mom how she's able to do it, but her mom would only tell her, "Its talent, dear."

It never made sense.

Her mother raised her alone. Her dad died even before she was born from something that her mother do not even dare to speak-of.

Dominique can clearly remember how cautious her mother was with strangers passing by their house. How she would always warn her, "Not to color the flowers." Whenever she's about to do it and they'd hear rustling noises from the trees as if someone's approaching them.

As a child, she never knew why her mother would warn her about it until she reached her teenage years.

Dominique remembered finding a dead cat in their backyard when she was 16. She pitied the cat. She thought wolves might have attacked him or maybe coyotes, as the bite marks and the claw marks on the bloody cat's body suggests.

She remembered kneeling on the side of the cat's body, closing her eyes and putting her hand upon it, by impulse. All that she was thinking of was, wanting the cat to live. And as she opened her eyes she saw the cat rubbing his head on her, purring.

Her mother saw it and said nothing but gave her a smile.

"Why aren't you surprised?" Dominique asked.

"Because I knew, you had it in you."

She threw her mother a puzzled gaze as she toyed with the cat's fur.

Her mother gestured her to go inside their home and she did so with the cat cradled in her arms.

"You're a witch," Her mother whispered. "We're witches."

She put the cat down on the floor gently as she tried to digest what her mother just said.

"Witches?"

"Yes," her mother nodded with a smile. "We are salem descendants."

Everything is slowly making sense to her. Why they're living away from civilization, why she's home schooled, why her mother has been so cautious throughout these years and "why she can color flowers"

But that wasn't everything that was revealed to her.

As she reached 18. Her powers were growing immensely, to a point where she couldn't control them and her mother has to cast a spell on her to stop her.

Whenever that happens, she would hear a voice inside her head whispering her name loudly over and over. And this feeling of something seems to be clawing its way out of her.

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(Present Day)

Dominique closed her eyes as she sighed, fist curling into a ball, ready to knock onto the wooden door.

"Come in." She heard his voice from inside the room.

She stepped into his office, she was cautious knowing that this man reeked nothing but danger and evil.

"Please, sit down."

She did as she was told, and sat down on the black single couch in front of Michael.

Michael slammed his laptop shut and stood up, he started walking on circles around her. His eyes were scanning her carefully.

"So Dominique," Her name rolls of his tongue. "Do you know what it takes for you to get into the Sanctuary?"

She shook her head. "No. So how's this work?"

"Things you may feel are helpful may be hurtful. Things you may feel will compel rejection may be exactly what I am looking for."

Dominique silently listened as Michael went on.

"If you hedge, I will know. If you lie I will know. And if you try to trick me, I will know. And this interview will be over and you'll die here painfully."

Dominique knew he was serious. That he meant every word he said.

"Are we clear?"

"Yes." Dominique spoke softly, almost like a whisper as she nodded.

"Very well," Michael went back to his seat, leaning his back against it.

"So tell me," Their eyes met, and she couldn't help but to feel uncomfortable with the way he's looking at her. It's almost as if he's trying to get into her head again. "What's your deepest darkest desire?"

She gulped. She didn't want to say it, but she couldn't help but to do so. She felt as though her tongue was hexed as if she's forced to say her truths, all the things she tried to hide after all these years.

"I want to kill someone over and over again," She closed her eyes as soon as she felt her eyes welling up in tears. She took a deep breath before she continued to speak, "My mom. She's been killed before this apocalypse."

Michael leaned in, elbows propped on his desk. He was interested; Dominique knew she had his attention. He raised his brow and gestured Dominique to tell him more.

"She's been killed for who she was, because they were threatened by her existence."

"Threatened?" His brows furrowed, showing curiosity.

"Let's just say that my mom can do something they're fearful of, that's why they killed her."

"Aren't you full of secrets, Ms.Farrington," He remarked as he stood up slowly and to her surprise knelt in front of her. "So tell me, who you are."

He cupped her face to meet his gaze and brushed his thumb across his cheek as he waited for her response.

"I'm Dominique Farrington. A child of darkness and light."

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Hi, I'm really speechless with how this season is going so far.

I'm beyond fucking impressed.

Anyway, thanks for reading. I'm just writing down everything that's inside my head and since english isnt really my first language, I'd like to apologize as early as now if there might be some incorrect grammar or anything of such. Also, I'm trying my best to get all these images inside my head in words. :>

Thanks for reading!