Two Years Later
Farron's POV
"Wil, this is a stupid idea," I whisper to the black-haired girl through our comms as I see her silhouette flash against a building. I readjusted myself on my perch at the bell tower, Willow and I were sent to gather more information on Shield. Strucker sometimes seems to forget that we also have our own agenda, sure we'll get the information they want first, but we'll be damned if we don't get whatever they have on the agents that killed our parents. "Strucker said no powers for this mission, you're going to draw too much attention. He's even nervous about me using my telepathy." My voice raises slightly as I remember the conversation I had with him before Willow and I left, he was very nervous. He said he just got this feeling that something was going to happen. "He didn't allow Werner to come for that exact reason since he doesn't like not using his abilities."
"Relax Farr, I'll be careful, Shield is smart but not smart enough to connect the dots that I'm the False Mother, especially since they won't see the White Sync or Phantom Reader with me," Wil said, her annoying voice echoing into my comms. I'm quite fond of our alias', she's the false Mother Nature and I sync my mental brain waves with other people while Werner seems to disappear into thin air, and it's fun to use around the compound and freak new soldiers out. We've made a name for ourselves to say the least.
"Fine, I'm heading down then, you'll need backup," With no thought at all I jumped from the ledge of the bell tower and used the psionic energy I acquired three years ago to ease me onto the ground gently, the wisps cradling my feet.
As soon as my feet touched the solid surface I broke into a full-on sprint, my feet lightly hitting the pavement as I ran, heading in the direction of the house our spies told us the agents would be in. With every house I pass I keep thinking that maybe this time we'll find the people who kill our parents. I slowed to a light jog, not even out of breath after I just ran six miles to see Willow lurking outside the house. It's nice being stronger and faster than everyone.
"What's the plan?" I hissed at Wil, slightly irritated that she decided to scrap the plan and get an entirely new one, again. After dozens of missions I should be used to it by now, why do I have to be the responsible one? Even Werner is more responsible than her and that's saying something since he made me destroy an entire wall at the compound by spooking me. I barely put the wall back in place before the entire compound came down, and that wasn't even the first time he'd done that.
"How do you feel about getting captured?" she asked, staring into the house with her thinking face on. My stomach dropped, Wil always thinks getting captured is a good plan, it puts us in the center of everything that they have but it also makes us more vulnerable in a way.
"I'd rather not, but I assume I don't have a choice do I?" I sighed and prepared myself to follow my sister's lead.
"Nope," she said and approached the door and knocked three times. When the door opens I'm not surprised when she punches the man right in the face without saying a word. We made our way inside the house past the unconscious man on the ground, it was a nice house, too bad we were going to muck it up.
"Taylor, who was at the door?" came a call from another room. I smile to myself, our information was correct, and just maybe they'll know what we need to know.
We walked into a room that I assumed was the living room and saw five Shield operatives each aiming a gun at us, neither Willow or I flinched as they cuffed us and brought us to their basement. We were put in separate rooms but I could feel she was close. It was quiet, too quiet. I'm too used to listening to other people's thoughts as background noise.
Screw it, I think, sitting down at the metal table bolted to the ground and opening up my senses inviting the agent's thoughts into my head.
We must have a mole. No one is supposed to know where we are.
Fury said we have company, he can smell a rat but he can never actually find them.
Why would Hydra send two children of all people to take us out? They're not so stupid to put their young in danger, are they?
There's something about those girls that I can't put my finger on, and I don't like not knowing things.
Damn that girl's got a good left hook! I'm going to have a headache for days.
The men were so familiar and I have a hunch as to why, but I'm not going to make assumptions until I hear it from their minds or their own mouth. As much as I hate Shield I won't kill someone the way I plan to kill my parent's murderers if they're not the murderers.
My thoughts and attention shift to the door when the knob starts moving, a man walks in dressed in a black shirt and black sweatpants, I think we caught them just before they were going to call it a night. "My name's Agent Kenley. What's your name?" his deep voice rattled around in my head until I pinpointed what thoughts I had heard were his. He's the one that knows there's something off about us, he sat across from me at the table and looked at me with expressive eyes. I was kind of disappointed that he didn't try to hide his feelings from me, I enjoy digging around facial features. "You've gotten yourself caught in a very dangerous situation with dangerous people, do you understand that?"
My face remains blank as he continues speaking and he sighs, I smirk in my mind and tether Willow's mind to my own, I'm going to play some mind games, you'll know when it's time to play your part.
"Why are you here?" I ask blankly, causing the man to look at me strangely and I easily scavenge the answer from his mind, "Ahh, one of your agents went rogue, you were sent to fetch him. Such a shame you came too close to us, we would've left you alone if you were just one town further. However, you were just a little too close."
"How do you know that?" he asks, his blue eyes drilling into my own trying to figure me out. I'm not that easy to figure out though, Madame B made sure of that, he, however, was easy.
"Are there other teams in the area?" 'Are there other teams in the area?' One Shield team is enough to cripple a country, half a Shield team could have been sent to fetch Ross. This man is different. He was too confident in his team's ability, usually, even the best of teams aren't this confident. "Alone, and very confident in your team's ability to get the job done. Interesting."
He was starting to get nervous now, he's not used to people knowing things only he knew, especially a child. "How do you know all of this?"
"You should guard your mind better, your defenses are very sloppy." I lean forward, it's time to get the information I want now, this Ross man he was thinking about was one of our undercover men and he passed his loyalty test when I checked him. "Where were you three years ago?"
The man's eyes widened when I asked the question and his thoughts were all jumbled together and all over the place. My blood went cold when I heard what his mind had to say, Our first mission- the tiger got Henry- the bear took his brother. I stabbed the tiger in the neck. Anger coursed through me when I put his face to one of the men I saw that day.
"You remember their names don't you?" I feel my blood boil seeing the man who killed my mother right in front of me. "Elizabeth and Thomas Griffin. Do you ever feel guilty for killing them?" The ground begins to shake and I smile evilly at him as he looks around scared and confused falling out of his chair as he tries to get up. I stand, easily breaking the cuffs off of my hands and walk around the table menacingly, "You should have made sure that your past wouldn't catch up to you," Willows anger fuels me as my own fuels her own. Recently we discovered that we could create a bond that would always be there and I didn't have to initiate one every time I wanted to talk to her. "You should have killed us as children, we're grown now, and were vengeful."
"You-you two are the girls Agent Barton is looking for," he said scrambling to his feet, trying to crawl to the door as fast as he could since he was still unable to get to his feet, but I was out for blood and kept pursuing him like he was my prey with a smirk on my face.
Smirking I stop in front of him, "Yes we are," I say smiling sadly now, I always was very close with the man, "I do hope he is well–" My voice cut out when I heard a gunshot ring in the basement, I stood there feeling empty as I felt like the life was being ripped out of me. I stare daggers at Kenley as I feel my abilities begin to move out of my control and he crumples to the ground dead as my tendrils lept from my body and took his life energy from him. Shakily I begin walking, feeling scared on the inside but show no remorse as I walk out of the cell, my training was too deeply ingrained to show feelings around the enemy. As I walk down the hallway, the other agents run to attack me but fall when they're within four feet of me, I've never seen my abilities so destructive. I opened the door next to the room I was held in, inside Willow was lying on the floor blood surrounding her body. The agent still inside falls to the ground and joins his team in death, I drop to my knees turning Willow over in my arms. My blood felt like it was barely flowing and yet racing at the same time.
"Willow," I say barely containing my emotions, "hold on, it's okay I can fix it." I hold my hand over her heart but she grabs it before the blue-white magic can flow through my hand. It usually takes a while for us to heal on our own, and usually we won't start healing until the bullet is removed.
"No, Farron," she says, managing a whisper, "they're all dead now, let me be just this once." I stare at her refusing to accept the words coming out of her mouth, "I want to be with Mom and Dad, I can't take it anymore." She says in a broken voice, and pausing to wet her lips, "Promise me you won't bring me back." I hesitate, promises are serious in our family and I can't live in a world without my only sister, "Promise me!" She says harsher.
I flinch and nod my head, tears streaming down my face, "I promise. I promise." I repeated it over and over again but she was dead before the words left my lips the first time. I sit there holding her for so long that I lose track of time. My only sister was dead and she didn't want me to save her. I didn't notice how much she was suffering from Mom and Dad's death and now it's too late to be there for her. Movement out of the corner of my eye catches my attention.
On instinct, I reach my hand out and freeze the thing moving in its place, white wisps surrounding it, pulling them forward. A man materializes in front of me and in his hand is a gun that materializes with him, he looks terrified. I throw my arm to the side causing the gun to go flying out of his hand, "You did this," I say reading his thoughts, I narrow my eyes at him dangerously, "and you'll pay, I don't care that you're enhanced, you will suffer as I have suffered." I looked down at my sister once again, "You killed her and I'm not the only one who cared for her. There are people who will do far worse to you than you can imagine."Narrowing my eyes, "And I plan to be there when it happens."
Fear is driven so deeply inside him and he tries to say something but I threw him against the wall knocking him unconscious. I turned on the beacon Willow had on her that told Hydra when we were ready for extraction. I curl up next to Willow's body and try to forget the world around me.
It's been a week and I still haven't said a word and Werner hasn't left my side, I'm grateful for that. He wakes me in the middle of the night, every night from my nightmares and holds me until I fall asleep again. I know that he's suffering too but what he's experiencing is the grief, I'm trying to heal from something entirely different. He's been a good brother, but I can't help but miss Volher, I miss him more than ever now that she's gone.
"Farron," a gentle voice sounded from across the room and I forced myself to look up and make eye contact with Werner for the first time since I came back. "You've got to talk to somebody, you're tearing yourself apart." His eyes were red and bloodshot just like mine, he hasn't just become our brother, we became his sisters too. We've been feeling each other's pain the whole time, whether our abilities gave us the gift or not.
I opened my mouth to speak but all that came out was a pained croak of broken words, my only sister is gone and I can't pull myself together to even tell our brother why. I take a few deep breaths and force the words out, ignoring the tears falling down my face, "She made me promise," I said and I wrap my arms around myself leaning further into the bed and staring out the window in my room and into the hallway. "She was suffering for so long and we didn't even notice," I turned to him and his brokenness was equal to my own, "what kind of siblings are we to not notice her suffering?"
Werner promptly stood and crossed the room and enveloped me in another hug as we both cried into each other's shoulders. We lost our sister and she wouldn't let us do anything about it to help her. We've failed her and that's the exact thought that makes me cry harder through the hiccups and the sniffling. Everything is so wrong.