The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Wrappers, soda cans, empty bags of chips, and pizza boxes, that was only a fraction of the mess that lay strewn about the common room of Xavier’s mansion. As the wee, 6 o’clock morning light seeping in through the windows, it illuminated the small landfill that had been contained into this one room. But it was not a mess made out of malice or ill-care, it was made out of celebration. The morning after a teenage birthday party was bound to be quite disastrous, especially when festivities were so well lived. The common room, well, it would more than likely have this moment stamped into its walls until the end of its existence.
Void of all but two people, the room was silent as the grave except for the loud snoring of one figure who lay curled up inside of her sleeping bag. Agnes Nicholas, dressed in her pajamas, snored loudly as she slept, her head nestling against the warm fabric of the interior of her sleeping bag.
The guttural sounds from her throat echoed around her as she gently shifted, exposing her face and the thick line of drool that rolled down the corner of her lips. Never was there a prettier sight than this. And judging by how much sugar she had had that previous night, she doubted she was going to be in good humor when she awoke.
Her skin began to awaken before the rest of her body did. It was obvious that this was the case judging by the random itching sensation that had skittered across her flat, scarred stomach. Still in the throes of sleep, Agnes mumbled as her hand reached down and idly scratched around her bellybutton before she turned again.
In doing so, her flannel top lifted just a tiny bit; enough to expose her bare stomach to the chill of the world and display the old, horrendous brand that had been burned into her very flesh. Normally Agnes would have never exposed herself in such a way, being so self-conscious about her scars.
But in the midst of sleep, there was nothing to be embarrassed about. There was just her, accompanying three tots by the name of Winkin’, Blinkin’, and Nod as they sailed their wooden shoe through the sky.
And so, Agnes continued to snore on in peace, as a peaceful smile slipped across her lips.
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The evening had been interesting, and the newly-nineteen year old Rebecca ended up crashing like a rock once her caffeine rush had worn off, leaving her dozing heavily on the floor, fit snugly in a sleeping bag next to the only other person to still be sleeping by the late morning-time.
Rebecca was caught in a pleasant dream; the weather was nice, birds fluttered through trees, and she was kissing someone whose face escaped her. (Wasn't that always the case with dreams?) In the background of her dream, there was a mysterious rumbling, as though in the distance there might be a tremor or a storm.
Eventually, the quaking sound broke the illusion of the dream, and Rebecca's eyes fluttered open to find the source sleeping next to her. Grinning sheepishly, she lightly poked Agnes's shoulder and chuckled. "Ye snore like ay beastie."
Unsure if Agnes would even register anything Rebecca was saying, the Scot considered returning to sleep, but something on Agnes's stomach caught her eye. "Agnes... what's 'at?" She did not want to be rude and point, but her eyes were set on what she was talking about.
Dreams were always nice but in the wee hours of the morning it was not dreams that Agnes was having at the moment. Instead she seemed to be floating in an everlasting limbo of serene darkness that she really did not want to wake up from. Here everything was calm, peaceful, and restful. Agnes enjoyed it immensely. But good things never last, unfortunately. Already Agnes could feel the warm rays of the sun as it peeked in through the windows and brushed across her exposed skin. Even in the darkness of sleep a glow from growing light pierced through, changing the blackness into a warm red.
Consciousness was just around the corner but Agnes would try to milk her sleeping as much as could. Way too much sugar last night and way too much fun…
>> "Ye snore like ay beastie."[/color]
Following the warmth of the sun’s ray, Agnes heard that lyrical voice as it began to fill the blankness of her sleeping mind. Working like an anchor, the sleeping runaway began to slowly follow it to return to the waking world. Mentally she smirked at that comment, it was rather funny. But that was swiftly followed with embarrassment.
God, so that rumbling WAS her snoring! Immediately the snoring stopped as she slowly began to force herself to awaken.
Eyes squinted and fluttered as she tried to shun off the heaviness from them. She was slowly succeeding in her endeavor when she heard Rebecca, the newly minted 19 year old, speak again.
>> "Agnes... what's 'at?"[/color]
“Hmm?” Agnes muttered as she turned her head towards Rebecca’s general location. Only one eye opened, narrowly, as she watched the redhead through a veil of grogginess and confusion. “What’s what?” she asked as her eyes began to drift closed.
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>> “Hmm? What’s what?”
Agnes seemed to still be transitioning out of her dream world, barely aware of Rebecca's presence, much less the object of Rebecca's questioning.
What was it that she was looking at anyway? Some of it was covered by fabric, but on the bare stomach, something like a scar or a burn mark seemed to remain, but it was too neat-- too perfect to be an accidental burn.
Carefully, not wanting to startle or upset Agnes, Rebecca reached out, resting a hand on Agnes's bare waist, carefully avoiding the mark itself, in case it was sensitive. "Th' mark... on yer tummy..."
Agnes was nearly on the edge of dream land again. She had posed her question to Rebecca but she was barely strong enough to remain conscious. Her eyelid felt heavier and heavier and the only thing that offered any relief was to succumb to sleep once more and drift away. All the runaway really wanted to do was to curl up and sleep. Sleep…that was such a pretty word night. It filled her head and soon that was all she could think about.
After all, Rebecca would still be there when she woke up…right?
Comforted by that thought, Agnes sighed as she snuggled into his sleeping bag against, ready to drift off to sleep. Just another hour…
But just as she was about to slip away into the realm of the sandman, Agnes the gentle touch of someone’s hand being placed upon her bare stomach. For a second Agnes had figured that it was nothing more but the comings on of a dream. The touch was so soft and perfect that for a moment she did not think it could have been human. It was like the touch of a gossamer angel across her pale skin.
Reality, unfortunately, had a nasty habit of breaking in on sweet moments. The mind did not melt further into the dream but instead only began to awaken further. She could feel the blush coloring her skin and that was quick to wake her up.
Was Rebecca…actually touching her bare stomach?
>> "Th' mark... on yer tummy..."
Eyes instantly fluttered open. The mark…on her tummy. A cold chill began to course throughout her body and yet her exposed skin turned from a healthy pale into a deep red of embarrassment. Her crystal blue eyes immediately settled on the confused looking redhead who was looking between both the scar, the brand left behind by her parents, on her stomach, and her face.
Agnes jumped. Not because of the touch but because of the look. She had never told Rebecca about her past, had never planned to. But thanks to her inability to properly cover herself in sleep, a secret had been let out. The consequences of that terrified and immediately she sat up and scooted away from Rebecca, hugging her knees to her chest. The scar was effectively covered but it was obviously far too late. She shivered as she tried to avoid Rebecca’s questioning look.
“N-Nothing,” was all she said. “It’s…nothing…”
Even in jail, her parents managed to find some may to ruin her days…
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>> “N-Nothing. It’s…nothing…”
Rebecca was not always able to interpret the social behaviors of others, but even to her, something was clearly amiss with Agnes's answer. The girl became immediately reclusive, physically and emotionally. Over the few weeks they had known each other, Agnes had opened up just as Rebecca did. During their initial meeting, however, Agnes also began rather distant.
Marks that carried no burdens did not leave girls hiding behind their knees, and whatever was bothering Agnes was felt by Rebecca.
The strawberry blonde sat up in her sleeping bag, now awakened by a sense of concern. She extended a hand once more, but to a less troublesome spot. She rested the hand on Agnes's shoulder, edging slightly closer to the girl sitting timidly beside her. "Agnes... whatever it is, Ah jist want tae be here fer ye. Yoo're mah friend..."
Her body sought whatever action it thought might be most calming or reassuring, and her hand responded by brushing softly against Agnes's black hair. "If it is naethin', 'en fine. Ah jist care abit ye a lot an' want ye tae know Ah'll listen, no matter what it is..." She did not want to push the matter too far, but sometimes being a friend meant being there for the things that might be tough to talk about.
Agnes’ mind raced. Stupid, stupid, stupid! The words raced through her head, replacing any sentiments of calm and peace that she once held. Instead all Agnes could think about was how foolish she was to let her guard down. She knew better than that. A horrible feeling crept over her because instantly she felt like everything she had worked for, the friendship that she had developed, was going to crash and burn before she did not remember to tuck in her nightshirt before she fell asleep.
It was not that Agnes thought that Rebecca was shallow enough to want to cease talking to her because of her scars. That was obviously not the case here. But Agnes was upset about was that this only served as another reminder that something was wrong with her. She was beginning to feel pretty normal, especially after last night. She had a good time with good friends but all it took was one curious gesture and it opened the floodgates. Her past, what her parents did to her, it all came flooding back into her mind and suffocated any sense of normality that she once claimed she had.
Once again the reminder that her parents had burned into her very flesh, made itself known.
Shaking as thoughts of them continued to bounce around in her head, Agnes was unprepared for the gentle seeming hand that had placed itself on her shoulder. She flinched, hard enough to want to recoil from her friend. The touch, at that moment, with those thoughts in her head, made her feel as if her mother were actually there.
Her stomach churned at the thought….
>> "Agnes... whatever it is, Ah jist want tae be here fer ye. Yoo're mah friend..."[/color]
Agnes was only partially hearing. She knew that there was concern in Rebecca’s voice but as to exactly what she was saying, she only scantily heard. The scars scraped against the fabric of her flannel shirt and Agnes’ wings twitched nervously. It was as if they wanted to take flight and lead her to some sort of escape. The body trying to protect the mind.
Feeling the Rebecca’s neighboring body press a little closer and Agnes slowly began to feel less inclined to bolt like a startled deer. Thin, pale fingers brushed through her hair and Agnes felt a shiver run down her spine. It felt so gentle and good and well-meaning that she could not help wanting to collapse into Rebecca’s arms and cry. That simple gesture grounded her into reality. That was not her mother’s touch, she knew that implicitly. But she could still hear her voice inside of her head.
Her want of wanting to be comforted by Rebecca, to feel that silky touch of her arms encircling her, the simple fact of her orientation, all of it was commented on by her mother’s nagging voice. The voice that condemned her as being a sinner, as well as spoke with soothing love as each whiplash had been stricken across her back.
Agnes shivered as she clenched her jaw…
>> "If it is naethin', 'en fine. Ah jist care abit ye a lot an' want ye tae know Ah'll listen, no matter what it is..."[/color]
“Sinner…!”
“You’ll burn!”
“This is what I saved you for?!
“Shut up, shut up!” she shouted at the invisible demons of her parents that prodded at her from deepest recesses of her troubled mind. Agnes was good about keeping them locked away. Unfortunately…today it was quickly becoming apparent that she would not have that same luck.
Face now buried in her hands she whimpered as she tried to encase herself in darkness, attempting to will her parents back into that thick vault that was buried in the deepest and darkest pit of her heart. For that moment alone, Rebecca and her finger words and angelic touch were gone. All that was left was a terrified teenager feeling alone in a sea of trauma…
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>> “Shut up, shut up!”
Rebecca had crossed a line. Whatever may have happened, Agnes had no intention of talking about it, and she even lashed out verbally, almost pleading with Rebecca to drop the topic.
What cut Rebecca the most was the tone Agnes took. There was so much hate, like searing hot contempt toward Rebecca for even asking. Had Rebecca, in one fell swoop, dismantle a friendship she had worked so hard to build up and found so much comfort in?
Dejected, Rebecca slowly pulled her hand away, trembling. "Ah'm sorra... Ah'll stop askin' if ye want..."
Rebecca endured the stinging sensation in her eyes as she fought to keep tears from escaping. Struggling to speak through the lump in her throat, Rebecca forced words out. "Ah didnae mean tae hurt ye... Ah'll jist clean up an' go..."
Coping with what was steadily looking like the loss of a good friend, Rebecca tried to prop herself up, hoping to get to her feet, clean up the mess and hustle to her room where she could cry privately.
The phantasms were there. Ghastly visions of her parents slithering and grinding curses into her stinging ears, their serpentine-like lower bodies coiled around her shivering heart and tighter further and further like constrictors. It was to the point that it was all subduing her into a state of complete and utter uselessness. The warmth of her friends nearby presence had evaporated and all Agnes was left with was the cold that clawed at her already scarred heart.
It had been a long time since Agnes had had an attack like this. Normally whenever she begins to think about her parents, she manages to knock herself out of it to prevent it from getting this far, but this time was going to prove to be far more difficult. Maybe it was because it had been such a long time since she really thought about them, or maybe it was because she had let her guard down about her scars, or maybe it could have even been because Rebecca was the one to have commented on them. Whatever the reason for this was, Agnes was in the throes of a full out panic attack.
Deep down, she knew her parents were not actually there. She knew that they could not harm her anymore. They were safely behind bars. Rationally speaking there was nothing they could do to her, or would ever do to her again. But rationale thinking was proving harder and harder to come by as the seconds, which seemed like hours, ticked away.
>> "Ah'm sorra... Ah'll stop askin' if ye want..."
The second that hurt, accented voice spoke up, Agnes began to feel a twinge of guilt inside of her heart. Though her cupped hands she could feel something, like a spark, a pulling away from her. That warmth that she hovered around like a moth was retreating and not only was it going, but it began to dim some in its comfort.
Slowly, as the sound of her parents voices began to grind away in her head, she pulled her hands down. Shivering, she glanced over through teary eyes, at Rebecca. The young redhead was obviously looking hurt, as if Agnes had just delivered her a harmful blow.
It was the look on Rebecca’s face, the sadness in her eyes that was beginning to sober Agnes up to the reality of what was actually happening. She was hurting her friend…
>> "Ah didnae mean tae hurt ye... Ah'll jist clean up an' go..."
Her parents slowly began to evaporate as she focused on the receding presence of Rebecca. She could not let her friend simply slip away, thinking that she had done something wrong. Agnes knew that Rebecca hadn’t. It was the invading thoughts of her parents and that fact that she had not prepared herself for the possibility about telling Rebecca about her scars. Hell, she had not even told Jasmine yet! And Gina only found out by mistake. Agnes just had to focus herself and not ruin a friendship because of her own issues.
Meekly her hands dropped away as she watched Rebecca, hurt ringing in her voice, as she began to scoot away from her. A sniffle escaped her as Agnes sadly reached out and brushed her fingertips across Rebecca’s arm before she could stand and disappear like a mirage.
“P-Please…” she whispered with a husky, saddened voice. “D-Don’t go…”
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>> “P-Please… D-Don’t go…”
The watery eyes Rebecca was concealing gave way at the sound of Agnes's sorrowful pleas. Tears trickled down freckled cheeks when the soft fingertips brushed desperately across Rebecca's forearm. How could she have considered walking away? She should have realized Agnes needed her.
Ashamed that she almost allowed her fear and confusion to force her away from her friend, Rebecca dropped back down, moving closer to Agnes. Sitting behind her friend, she reached out over Agnes's shoulders and wrapped her arms around the winged girl, pulling her in for a hug.
Rebecca rested her forehead against the back of Agnes's head. Her breath still shaky from the emotional moment, she calmed herself down and whispered to the girl she was keeping her arms safely around. "Ah'm sorra... Ah willnae go. Ah'm here, Ah promise." Whatever Agnes had gone through, Rebecca wanted to be there. She would not get scared off again. "Ah'm right here, and if ye wanna talk, Ah swear Ah'll stay here wi' ye."
She would not let go of Agnes, even if she shouted out again. Her freckled arms may not be strong, but they would be a safe place for Agnes.
Scarcely a split second passed after Agnes uttered her plea to Rebecca to stay that she felt the presence of the redhead drop close to her. She really could not believe that she had been affected this badly simply because Rebecca had spied her scars, but, thinking back to the people who knew about her scars and how they found out, she probably should not have been that surprised. When Gawain found out she nearly beat him to death with a bag of marshmallows, she screamed at Ms. Taylor, and Gina and her didn’t speak for nearly a week after she found out.
It was a sensitive subject and one that Agnes did not like to broach. She had not even told Jasmine about her scars and seeing as how the two of them had yet to get that intimate with one another, she knew that the time was coming. She hated keeping that secret from her. And she hated keeping the secret from Rebecca as well.
But it would have eventually come out. Just like the truth always does.
She sniffled as the tears began to flow freely down her cheeks. She did not like to let herself get this bad when thinking about it but it was too late for her to stop. The door to her parent’s vault had been opened and she lacked the strength to shove them back inside.
The voice came from behind her and was followed by the feeling of those thin, freckly arms wrapping around her shoulders and pulling her into a hug. The sensation of the warmth from her friend’s body began to chase away the chilliness that had coursed throughout her entire body. Without thinking of it, Agnes leaned back against Rebecca’s grasp, simply melting into the comforting hug as shook with sadness.
>> "Ah'm right here, and if ye wanna talk, Ah swear Ah'll stay here wi' ye."[/color]
She didn’t want to talk about it. She really didn’t. But as her hands circled across her stomach, she immediately felt the ridges and bumps from brand and the various knife and lash scars that she had received during that one hellish night. Something about being in the comforting arms of someone like Rebecca just made the girl’s tongue loosened.
Crying and shaking, she shook her head gently as she clutched onto her stomach more. She didn’t want to feel them anymore, but she could not take her hands away.
“I…” she started in a thick voice. “I…was…exorcised. People…though my powers…were because I was possessed by a demon. S-So I was exorcised…”
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>> “I… I…was…exorcised. People…though my powers…were because I was possessed by a demon. S-So I was exorcised…”
Rebecca was flabbergasted, not prepared for an answer like that. She understood that mutant animosity was an issue in the world, and she had heard of religious extremists calling mutation a sin or corruption, but to try and exorcise a mutant?
Rebecca shook her head without her forehead moving from its resting place against Agnes's head. She could finally understand why bringing up the scars could cause such an emotional upheaval. To have someone tell you that you are wrong and try to burn the sin out of you sounded like a trauma the likes of which Rebecca had never faced.
As surprised as she was left by the revelation, Rebecca could not remain in stunned silence. "Folk can be sae stupid... tae e'en think a lass like ye was a demon." Rebecca was a good little Christian and believed in demons and the devil, but never in a million years could she look at someone as kind-hearted as Agnes and see her as anything evil.
Her arms still resting folded across Agnes's collar, Rebecca pulled her closer, tighter. "Hate an' fear make folk panic, but there's nae an excuse for this... whit sort ay folk coulds be sae inhuman?" How would people like that find Agnes? Did zealots search the world for mutants like them, or did Agnes know her torturers? Either way, Rebecca felt the fire of anger rising in her heart.
There, Agnes had finally explained some of why happened to her. She was exorcised and that was why she was so scarred up. Just by brushing her fingers against them through her shirt she could feel each and every single scar and remembered exactly how she got them. It was not something that was easy to forget. It has been over a year and a half now and still she could remember each cut of the knife, each lash of the whip, and the sizzle of the brand against her skin.
Her parents may have been in prison but it was not like this was something that she could easily just let go of. It was a horrible experience, one that Agnes would have to live with the rest of her life. And not just because of her scarred body, but because they scarred her psyche as well.
But she was not completely losing it. That was a fact that Agnes simply could not get around. She was upset and she was crying, but she was not bawling like she was when Gina, or Sveta, or Ms. Taylor question her about her scars. For whatever reason, Rebecca’s embrace just exuded this aura of comfort that Agnes found solace in.
>> "Folk can be sae stupid... tae e'en think a lass like ye was a demon."
She sniffled. That was Rebecca all right, paying her compliments while Agnes was sure that she looked like an absolute holy terror. Normally the runaway would have laughed this off but instead all she could do was allow herself to remain in the redhead’s arms.
It did seem utterly ridiculous though, to believe that she was demon possessed. Though Agnes knew that she was not possessed by the demon, it was hard not to descend to such thoughts whenever everything you were raised to know and love and respect was shattered into nothing. Her parents broke her world the day they exorcised her and ever since Agnes was piecing it back together, piece by piece…
>> "Hate an' fear make folk panic, but there's nae an excuse for this... whit sort ay folk coulds be sae inhuman?"
Her voice caught in her throat. It was almost as if she were having an allergic reaction to the very words that wanted to pour out of her mouth. With her reaction, it was almost as if her body were trying to prevent her from giving voice to that horrendous truth about herself; about the very type of people who would do this to her.
But she still managed to get it out.
“My…parents…” she whispered in as meek a voice as seemed humanly possible.
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>> “My…parents…”
Rebecca's mouth was left open slightly, unable to figure out what to say to that.
How could parents treat their children like that? To look at the child they had birthed and raised and call her a beast? A demon! Her parents left scars that might never go away trying to burn away some imaginary sin, just because they could not cope with what was happening to their daughter! What blind, fear-driven horror!
Was this what some mutants had to endure? Rebecca knew people did not understand mutants; the sleepover where her mutation manifested proved that. Random people were one thing; even the fear of her friends was rationalized after much crying.
But for parents to treat a child with such sick punishment for being something they could not change? Rebecca's parents were immediately supportive, so the Scot took for granted that this was the norm. Maybe this was the truth of the world; mutants were so misunderstood that their own parents would sooner toss them into the fires of hell than treat them with love or even understanding.
The flames of anger in Rebecca were spreading, and the heat was rising. She kept her composure for the sake of her friend, but she was trembling with anger at two people she had never met. "Ah am sorry... Ah cannae e'en imagine..." She took a deep breath, which almost sounded like a low growl. "They are th' ones tha' shoulds burn in hell."
It was a darker, angrier sentence than Rebecca expected she was capable of. Her proper teaching was screaming at her, reminding her never to wish something like eternal damnation upon anyone, but she could not find a reason to hope parents who would brand and cut their daughter would deserve anything but retribution.
"Anyain who coulds hurt someain like ye disnae deserve th' title of parent. An' anyain who woulds dae 'at in th' nam of God disnae deserve tae call themselves Christians." Rebecca believed in God, but she could never believe in a God who would tell someone to cause pain.
Agnes had closed her eyes tight the second that she had said the word. In her dark environment she tried to hide herself away from the accursed glare of those people who bore, raised and exorcised her, and just bask in the rising warmth of the person who hugged her so tenderly from behind. She knew that she was safe, she knew that her parents were not here and that they were not going to touch her again but the fact remains that she could always have this fear. She would always be scared of the possibility of them popping back into her life.
But Detective Cervantes assured her that they were put away for good. He promised her that it was over. Well, the physical threat of them was over; mentally though she was still under attack.
Resting back against Rebecca’s grasp, Agnes kept her eyes closed as another wave of tears freshly began to spring up at the corners of her eyes. They rolled down her lashes before finally dripping off and either bursting upon her shirt or Rebecca’s arms. Agnes was beginning to feel bad. Rebecca had been 19 for a whole 24 hours and already she was being burdened by someone else’s problems.
She would have to apologize for that…
>> "Ah am sorry... Ah cannae e'en imagine...They are th' ones tha' shoulds burn in hell."[/color]
Agnes was startled briefly out of her world of darkness. Her eyes fluttering upon, crystal blue irises scanned the area in front of her. Did she really just hear Rebecca right? Did Rebecca just say that her parents should burn in hell? To hear something so dark and so judging from the young Scot was so shocking that for a moment Agnes wondered if Rebecca had been replaced by a clone or something. She had never heard her speak like that before.
It actually scared her a little. But not enough to want to break away from Rebecca’s embrace…
>> "Anyain who coulds hurt someain like ye disnae deserve th' title of parent. An' anyain who woulds dae 'at in th' nam of God disnae deserve tae call themselves Christians."[/color]
Agnes frowned a little. She was thankful for Rebecca’s kind words, but she suddenly felt depressed at the sound of the word…”God.” Ever since she left home she never gave a second though to praying or asking God for her. For all she knew, God abandoned her long ago and left her to her parents will. It was her own will and sheer luck that she got away, there was no divine intervention.
But Rebecca seemed devoutly Christian. Agnes could already feel like there was going to conflict from that.
Meekly, reluctantly, Agnes began to pull herself away from Rebecca, just a tiny bit, as she shook her head.
“I don’t believe in God anymore,” she admitted, keeping her eyes focused on the carpet. She wanted to stay in Rebecca’s embrace, to feel her tenderness hold her tight. But she could not go on keeping that aspect of her life a secret too. That definitely would not have been fair. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
