𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 ⌁ 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 [𝟐]

II. NAVY BLUE INK

PREVIOUSLY ON THE
"RESONATING NIGHTINGALE" SERIES...

          "Time of death... 9:07 PM."

          "Bring in the scepter." Strucker ordered.

          "But sir, no one has survived-" Dr. List protested.

          "Not another word, Doctor." Strucker interrupted as the nurse walked in to hand him the golden scepter.

          On February 22, 2012, at 9:07 PM, Sarah Carter died. And on February 22, 2012, at 9:09 PM, Sarah Carter was brought back to life.

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         "How am I here?" Sarah softly asked.

           "That's classified." Pierce answered, without a single sense of empathy in his voice.

• • •

          "I am sensing a greatness from you, Agent Carter. These newfound abilities of yours will not be hidden for long." Strucker softly assured.

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          An hour after my visit to Mum's, I sat at my desk, alone in my room. Something else I've been doing to calm myself was journaling, writing every thought, every emotion down onto a piece of paper. The sound of the pen dragging against the page, the way the ink stains the white sheet in the form of words. The silence and solitude made me feel like pouring every single one of my problems out.

          Of course, therapy was an option, and considering all the trauma I've been through, it's probably a good one, too. But that would require me having to talk to some stranger like they're family. It took me a whole month until I finally let myself be vulnerable around my own father. Sitting in a room with a doctor that I just met would be a waste of time.

          As I wrote in my journal, a gush of navy blue ink suddenly spurted out of the nib of my pen. The ink pooled onto the paper and stained the skin of my finger tips.

"Damn it!" I cursed in frustration. But as I did, a short ring resonated in the room as I heard the sound of glass shattering behind me. I gasped and quickly turned around to see the glass vase on my nightstand completely broken into fragments. "Oh God." I breathed out before grabbing a hand towel to wipe the ink of my fingers. I rushed into my bathroom to grab a sweeper brush and dustpan from the cabinet under the sink.