ᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ, ꜰᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʟʟꜱ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴄᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴛɪᴄᴋꜱ. ᴛɪᴄᴋ, ᴛɪᴄᴋ, ᴛɪᴄᴋ. ʜᴏᴡ ꜰᴀꜱᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴇᴛ ꜱᴏ ꜱʟᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏʀᴛᴜᴏᴜꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜰʟɪᴇꜱ. ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ A mysterious and enigmatic girl, named Marlia Morrigan, was also captured and locked up by The Reestablishment, just like Juliette Ferrars. Unlike Juliette's lethal, deadly touch, her powers are more complicated, more 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨. No one can touch her, no one can be near her, but she has been weakened. 𝑇𝑜𝑜 weakened. Her incredible powers are a mystery, a riddle that no one seems to be able to solve. Not even she herself. It feels like a curse, a burden that one person alone could never bear. But The Reestablishment sees it as a gift, sees her as an opportunity. An opportunity for a deadly weapon. She has promised herself that she'll make them pay. Every single one of them. Once she finds a way out of that sickening isolation, she'll destroy anyone who has wronged her for things that she couldn't control. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐴 "𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑒" 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. -𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙨-

مكتوب ❝𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒕𝒖𝒃. 𝑰𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔, 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐, 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒐.❞ ❝𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝑰'𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕? 𝑬𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒔? 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐?❞ ❝𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒅𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔.❞

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕. 𝑩𝒖𝒕, 𝒘𝒉𝒐'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒐'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕?

Join Me - An Aaron Warner Fanfiction I have known duty longer than I have known freedom. I have worn expectation like a second skin. I have been alone. But I was not always. Before her, before this, before I became Commander Warner, there was a time when my life was not only my own. I was given a wife. A contract. A partner. Mara was never meant to be more than an obligation. But she was- She was everything. Sharp mind. Steady hands. A quiet strength that rivaled my own. She met me as an equal, fought me as a challenge, stood beside me as if it had always been meant to be this way. We built something together. Something neither of us expected. But war does not make room for softness. And love does not always win.But it's about time it did.I will stop at nothing to regain what I lost however brutally I might have to play. This is the story of before. Of what was lost. Of what still lingers. Of what will be retrieved.