𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙇𝘿𝙍𝙀𝙉 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙃 [𝔹𝕆𝕆𝕂 𝟚] [𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙴𝙳]

Chapter 23: Blast From The Past

Her breathing cheapened as Henry's eyes turned normal

Grace: Henry, please. You have to believe me. The people I've killed are criminals. Scumbags, they don't care about anyone or anything and when I heard that Xs and impulse disappeared I-I-

She just paused as Henry looked at her with disdain

She sighs as she ran her hand through her hair and continues to explain

Grace: I just...I wanted to do something to help.

Henry laughs loudly as he waved his hands in the air as he says

Henry: Help? Help with what?

Grace: Make the world a better place. Maybe I went the wrong way to do it. But you should've seen the rap sheets on the people I killed. They weren't exactly upstanding citizens.

Henry could see that she actually felt remorse for what she's done which felt silly to him...he'd never feel remorse for killing

Henry: So you what? Thought you'd kill 'em, make the world a better place? That's absolutely pathetic.

Grace scoffs at him as she says

Grace: Yeah, well you're no different then they are.

Grace mutters something under her breath, the correct words being "You're worse than them." as Henry chuckles smugly as he stepped towards her

Grace quivered in fear as Henry put his hand on her shoulder

Henry: Saying something like that to a person like me ain't the best way to get yourself out of trouble, Gracie.

Grace rolls her eyes as she pushes Henry's hand off her shoulder as she goes around him and stands there and crosses her arms

Grace: Thats not my name. You know I hate that.

Henry laughs slightly as he turns to face her

Henry: And what about Annabelle, what did she do to you?

Grace sighed in annoyance as she couldn't understand why he would even care about his mother, it's not like he cared about anyone else, but also because the fact was she had no idea who he was talking about

Grace: Look Henry, I've done a lot of things I'm not proud of. But your mother...Annabelle....I didn't kill her.

Henry tilts his head as he listened to Grace carefully, he wanted to hear a sense of doubt...to hear a little part of her feel guilty for killing his mother but there was nothing

He could see it in her eyes....care; he walked towards as Grace spoke softly

Grace: I didn't kill your mother, Henry. I promise.

And surprisingly, Henry says

Henry: I believe you. But somebody did. Somebody killed her and now I can't get rid of-

This time it was Grace who cuts him off as she says

Grace: Your sister?

Henry raises an eyebrow at her as if she knew who Emily was

Grace: You too look alike.

She says referencing to Emily who waited patiently outside

Henry nods at her as he doesn't bother to say anything back as he starts to walk away, if she didn't kill his mother then he had no reason to still be here

But Grace couldn't let him go yet, not without asking him one simple question that's pondered her ever since she left Central City

Grace: How is she?