shhhhh (nc17)

Ara didnt know where she was when she woke up. She woke up in a hospital room and for a moment thought she was still in sinai. It all looked wrong though, different. 

Upon seeing smith in the chair across the room from her she scowled. She remembered what happened. Despite the bandages on her legs she tried to quickly reach for the phone to call for help.

Agent Smith looked at the girl as she stirred in her bed and reached for the phone, he smirked.
"Relax," said he, "I am not going to kill you. Besides..." Smith raised his hand in the air, showing the girl the phone cord which he has ripped out of the wall when she was asleep. There was not going to be any way for her to call anyone or reach for help.

On the other hand, she was cuffed to a bed. "I told the staff you are a fugitive on a run and that you got shot. So, if you escape the entire nation is going to regard you as a criminal. A serial killer who murdered twenty families and one government official. That woman really has sense of creativity."

Her hand froze on the phone. She stared at him in horror with the phone cord in his hand then to the handcuff on the on her wrist. She slumped back into bed and pulled at the cuff. Her lip trembled. "You want me to relax? In the last seven months three people have tried to kill me. All three people ive never had ties to before and ive never done anything to."


She stared at the ceiling and tried not to cry. "Why did she let me live? I dont know anything. I wont tell her where any mutants are living. I already know you want to kill me so whats the point?" Her legs started to throb.

"Were you not listening?" asked Smith. "I am not going to kill, or Agent Hawthorne. She already told you, you have nothing to offer. The reason she let you live, well...let's just say it is you gift from human kind."

He twirled the cord in his hand. "She doesn't need any information about any mutant. You really think a woman that powerful needs your help?" he scoffed. "I don't even know why I am bothering talking to you."

She scoffed. "I hate to break it to you guys but whether you gift me by killing me or not my powers will before im 30. My body is a ticking timebomb."  She sighed and finally looked at him. "If she didnt want me dead she wouldnt have sent you with me and told you to silence me if i talked to anyone. How do you live with yourself really? How do you face your family every day after work? What if someone did something to your kids just because they had green eyes. Because thats what its like for us. You are killing mutants for a genetic abnormality." She could feel one of her headaches hitting and she put a hand to her temple. Her nose was starting to bleed again like before.

"Well, its a good thing we are not mutants." said Smith, chuckling. "However, then look at it from my angle. You have powers, that give you an edge and those powerless little human kids have no defense against it. You walk in and rob a bank, who is going to stop you? Mutants destroy much of the city, who is going to rebuild it? M.R.D's job is to keep the citizens safe from less then average Joe. We defend those who cannot defend themselves."

He stopped twirling his phone cord. "And sometimes we have to reserve to less human ways to obtain information. So, pardon the department for wanting to ensure peace and fighting chaos. We are not the bad guys here."

Smith didn't reply to her last statement. In fact, it made him wonder. Would he have killed her if Scarlett called him up right now. His phone rang and he answered. Speak of the devil. It was Hawthorne.

"Smith," he answered.
"I have had a change of heart," said Scarlett. "Fillet the bitch."
"But, ma'am..."
"Do it, Smith. It's not that hard. Wouldn't be the first time you killed. Just walk up to her and pull the trigger,"
"It will be done."
"I knew I could count on you,"

Smith hung up the phone. Standing up, he pulled out his gun out of holster and walked up to the girl. He stood over her with a gun to her head. Then, he took out his keys and unlocked the handcuff.
"I wouldn't show my face in front of her for a while." he smiled at her.
"I guess you were wrong."

When he held the gun to her head she closed her eyes and whispered "mummy." When the blast didnt come she opened her eyes. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "T-thank you. I promise i will. Thank you so much...."   she couldnt believe he was letting her go. She wasnt going to question it. She laid back on the bed and rubbed her now very raw wrists. As soon as smith left she would get access to a phone to call chris.