Exploration [Open]

[Trinity]

Why did the woman insist on touching her? It made her skin crawl, and not because of who was touching her. She couldn’t explain the sensation that moved over her skin and twisted into her veins. She couldn’t explain why she wanted to scream and shove the blonde as far away as she could. All she knew was that when her fingers lightly gripped her arms, she saw red. It wasn’t a pretty red, either. It was a violent, deep and dark pulsating color that took over entirely, until the world around her was painted. She’d never seen it before, she’d never faced it before. As her gums started to ache and her muscles tensed to the point of physical strain, the blonde turned her gaze to the other.

Before she could demand she release her, though, the compassion in the woman’s gaze stole her breath. The red began to ebb in the edges of her vision, and the whispered words bounced through her mind. The three simple words worked their way past all the other voices, the thoughts and the sounds, until it was the only thing she heard, the only thing she knew. Focus. Clenching her jaw, she tried to do just that. There was no one else in that moment. There was no her, there was no crowd, there was no city, no Aksel, no Judas and no Tate. There was only Mora. Mora, the soft eyed, compassionate blonde that hardly knew her, that didn’t know the life she held, the reckless, dangerous ‘no one cares, so **** them’ personality she had. She didn’t know her secrets, her sins, and yet she was here.

She was in the middle of the city, doing everything she could to help her.

It wasn’t how her day was planned.

Guilt slammed into her chest and curled around her heart, and she knew she had no choice. She had to focus. She had to break through this so she could repay her in some way. As her teeth began to ache from the strain, Trinity released a quiet breath and kept her gaze steady with hers. Focus. Taking a breath of air into her lungs, she forced her muscles to relax and her mind to know only Mora. With each passing second, the red would fade from her vision until her eyes were clear again. The colors returned, the buildings, the streets – even the sky was back to how it should be, yet she only saw the woman. There was still pain, yet she could hear her own thoughts again. “You didn’t deal?” She heard herself ask, surprised at how clear her voice sounded in her own mind. She had forgotten what it was like to hear her Chilean accent, the sound of her home. It made her heart ache, but she pushed it aside. That was another problem for another day.

“You… you killed?”

Her tongue peeked out and slowly slid along her bottom lip to wet it as she posed the question. It wasn’t filled with disgust or hatred. It was asked with concern, confusion. She had her own secrets, her own past. Could she handle it if she killed again? Would the beast inside control her until she hurt someone she actually knew, someone she cared about? No, she couldn’t let that happen. She couldn’t. “You’re still a good person, though,” she said finally, a faint twitch of her lips posing some twisted resemblance to a smile.

[Mora]

Mora waited, arms still gently pressed against the fellow telepaths shoulders, waiting there before she nodded her head. The woman in her grasp was tense, but slowly the woman untensed and went limp – not the limp kind that made her fall over, but she was relaxed. It was good news to Mora to know that she had made it happen, she was happy to see the woman smile – the pain no longer in her features. She was sure the voices were ebbing away slowly, along with all that mixture of craziness. Mora felt for the woman, if that was what it took for the woman to calm down and become herself again, Mora would repeat this mantra for her daily – walk with her daily to help her focus.

She understood the burden Trinity bore as a telepath. She understood the fears of never being sane. She kept her hands locked on the woman’s shoulders until the woman smiled at her, she removed them then. Looking warmly at the woman, green eyes looked at the woman with tenderness, and a hint of love. She was family. Mora did anything for family.

“I killed.”

Mora repeated nodded her head as her blonde locks bounced on her shoulders. She knew the woman would want to know the in’s and out’s of how she got out of it, how she dealt how the insanity had driven her to New York, how she had killed her mother. It wasn’t her first choice – it wasn’t the sole reason she went there, she actually wanted to go see her mother. Visit her, but things had turned sour. Her mother had gone back to how she was, an alcoholic – she hit Mora over the head with a bottle, quit hard rendering the telepath unconscious for a moment, but when she woke up she didn’t think, she didn’t see – well, she saw red. She killed her mother in a blind rage, and continued her massacre down the streets until she came across Elizabeth Naarc, the woman had played to her insanity, making her even more angry – until the other telepath had cornered her in an apartment where she attempted to talk sense into Mora, told her the truth – allowed her to focus. It had helped; it was how Elizabeth had come to become Mora’s adoptive sire, stepping into the shows Hellequin had neglected.

“I couldn’t handle the pain of my past, so I killed my mother, I killed lots of people along the way until someone saved me from imploding from rage. I swore I could hear my mother talking to me, telling me how worthless I was. It egged me on, flared my anger. “

Mora waved her arm.

“Point being, you’re not alone. I learnt from that night – how crucial it was to tame our telepathic abilities. It can make us crazy at times, but if we focus. It seeps away, and we can go on as normal. I’ll be here for you as long as you need me to be; yes I am still a good person. If I didn’t go through all of that, I wouldn’t be who I am today.”