I walked downstairs when I smelt the pancakes cooking in the kitchen. I don't remember falling asleep in Sam's car let alone being moved to the bed upstairs, but here I was in Washington D.C.
"I was just about to come wake you up." Sam flips the pancake onto a plate on the counter. "How did you sleep?"
"Fine I guess." I slide onto the chair as he hands me my pancakes. "So what's the plan for today?"
"I'm meeting with a couple of my patients at one for lunch. Would you like to join us?" I know that he's not really asking a question but he's trying to make it seem like I have a choice in what I do while I'm here.
"Yeah, that's fine." I reply and Sam gets back to work finishing the rest of the pancakes. After breakfast, I go back upstairs to change into a pink shirt with sleeves that go down to my elbows. The words 'I love ballet' are sprawled across the front. My hair is a mess so i throw it into a long braid before I slip on a pair of flats.
"You don't have to hide your scars." Sam looks at my outfit and I cross my arms across my chest.
"This is the best you're going to get today." I hold my ground and he sighs heavily. "Remember I'm stubborn." I say as we get into his car. "Where are we going until then?"
"Is there anything you've always wanted to see?" He asks and I think about the question.
"The Vietnam War Memorial." I tell him. My mother took me there when I was five and showed me where my grandfather's name was. I still remember it like it was yesterday.
"Interesting request." But Sam drives there anyways. Once we walk up to the memorial, I feel the presence of so many people. I stop for a second as I close my eyes. The voices aren't coming from the living. They are coming from the dead. "You ok?" He asks and I nod.
I walk along the wall reading names as I walk. I get to the spot where my grandfather's name is and I put my hand against it. I feel something that I can't quiet explain and the feeling makes me feel at ease, like my grandfather is telling me that everything will be alright.
I open my eyes and I feel that my cheeks are wet with tears. I hastily wipe them away and I turn around to see Sam watching me closely. "I'll explain later." We walk again and I read more names. Once we leave the memorial, I have a feeling of ease wash over me.
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"You must be Allison." The woman has blonde hair that is pulled back into a bun. She looks like she's still enlisted in the military or at least is still trying to portray herself as a soldier. "I'm Lisa." I take a seat next to Lisa at Sam's urging.
"So Sam's told us a few things about you." A man with only one arm says. "Tell us a little bit about yourself, and we don't care that you're a mutant."
"I grew up in a wealthy household but my mother was killed when a man kidnapped me when I was seven. I was experimented on and my powers were enhanced. Then I was trained to kill people and when I refused, he would whip me. I escaped eventually though." I say as I try to avoid too many specifics.
"You're senator Swan's daughter." Lisa managed to put two and two together and I freeze up. "So it is true that you were alive all these years." I nod. "What's the true story on that then?"
"Many people believe he sold me to Stryker because he didn't want people to find out his daughter was a mutant when he wanted to get us all exterminated. My mother was probably just a causality but no one knows for sure since he was killed before I managed to escape."
"You are a soldier in your own right." The man tells me and I shake my head.
"A soldier won't run from a fight." I tell them. "I'm just a lamb that was lead to the slaughter."
"And came back leading the pack." Sam tells me.
"I didn't come back on top. I might be stronger in my physical abilities but I'm not strong mentally. I'm weak and I can't handle the stress sometimes but I can't keep running." I whisper the last part to myself.
"Then admit you need help." Lisa tells me. "The first step is admitting you have a problem and then getting help for it." I nod even though I won't be able to talk about it. I'll give it a shot though.
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A Haunting Past: an Avengers/x-men fanfiction
FanfictionAllison Swan has had a rough life since the beginning. After being kidnapped at age seven for experimentation, Allison became a very powerful mutant with extraordinary abilities. However, Allison dreams of being free from Stryker's control and she...