OOC:
Priss, Sabre & Mouse
Priss settled herself near the head of the sleeping pallet as
Sabre laid Mouse gently down on it. The black haired cat moved to
the other end and sat in an easy crouch as Priss put both of her
hands to either side of Mouse's head. The girl breathed quietly and
deeply, eyes closed in sleep and face relaxed as Sabre put his hands
on her feet and massaged them softly.
"Ready to begin, sis?"
"Verily."
The two closed their eyes and entered the girl's mind. Sliding
down, down to the earliest memories...
"Mamamama!" Fuzzy world above Jane's eyes as her hands grabbed
for the soft brown hair hanging near her face.
"She's lively today," Dada laughed, fingers tickling Jane's foot,
making her giggle and squirm.
"Hush, now Jane my love. Quiet now. Here, you're hungry, my baby
girl? My baby, my wonder..."
Kisses and then she were being fed, sucking hungrily and drinking
milk from Mama. Soft humming from Mama, happiness enfolding her and
making her mind laze in glorious pleasure from her parents as they
looked at each other over the downy soft hair of their child with
love.
"We leave this..." Priss murmured to Sabre.
"We have to leave. I can't do this anymore. What if one time,
one day, one of us dies? What if we both die?"
Jane squirmed and fretted at the fear radiating off her mother.
"You're scaring the little one, Sammy. Shh, now, Jane..."
"We can just go. Let's go. Let's leave now. Please, darling. I
can't do this anymore. And besides, what about Jane? How long until
Craig decides that he wants to use her as well? We can't do that to
her and I won't let it happen. She's so perfect and innocent...not
like us. I never want to see her kill someone because someone told
her to, like we have. We have to leave before that happens."
"You're right. We'll leave tonight."
"Thank you, thank you...oh god, we'll just get our car and drive
away. Leave everything here. So he thinks we'll be back. We'll just
take Jane..."
"Quiet now, we don't want him to know...don't even think about
it. He can hear you, you know that."
"I know, I know. Oh god...I'm so frightened, Robert."
"I love you."
"Love you..."
Jane wriggled and cooed as her mother came back in and picked her
up, hugging her tightly.
"Oh my baby, our precious little girl...such things we do for you
and you will never know."
Sabre and Priss flicked through the memories of the next three
years, mostly happy childhood memories. Lots of new houses....house
after house after house...new paint, new colours
A cat.
They both felt faintly pleased at that discovery.
Jane was four and a half. She played om the backyard and
babbled to herself in English. Robert and Samantha had decided that
they wouldn't teach hre how to use her powers and they wouldn't use
theirs either. Just to try so desperately to cut down on a chance
that they could be found.
"Kitty!"
She got up from the sandbox and walked over carefully to the rake
thin cat which eyed her carefully before brushing up against her
with a welcoming buzz.
**Sweet child...**
"Oh..."
Jane sat down heavily and petted her new friend, mind sliding
easily in to find out what was going on. The little girl with brown
hair cut in a bob, fringe falling over her eyes, in faded overalls
and a pink t-shirt, cuddled the motherly cat to her and bonded with
her, minds rejoicing in the easy communication.
She never told her parents, assuming everyone could do it.
"The question is, how much do we leave, and how much remove?"
Priss murmured.
"Leave most, methinks. She would be o'erchanged did we otherwise."
Five years old. Eating breakfast and kicking her feet while
babbling happily. She was going to go to school. Robert's eyes were
tight with worry as he smiled at her and Jane soothed it while Missy
wandered around the kitchen.
And then everything changed.
**Did you think you would escape me? You know no one ever leaves
my service.**
Instant action as Samantha swept Jane into her arms and then
pushed her out the kitchen door.
"Go to your room, now, Jane."
"Mom..."
She stumbled slightly, eyes wide in the fear that her parents
were reflecting.
"So, you found us at last, Craig..." Robert said, turning around
slightly.
**Any last requests?**
"You wouldn't listen to us anyway," Samantha said quietly.
"Just don't hurt her. Please."
**Oh, I won't kill her...**
Soon enough, Robert was driving, mind controlled by Craig as his
still wife sat next to him stiffly in the passenger seat. Jane
hiccuped and cried as Craig brought her awareness to focus on her
parents.
**Goodbye. It's a pity. You were two of the finest operatives I
had.**
A beautiful arc over the edge of the bridge as the car dwindled
towards the river below. Robert and Samantha closed their eyes as
Craig left them back in control.
"I love you."
"Love you too. We love you, Janey honey."
**NOOOO!**
The car hit and flames exploded as the two adults screamed once,
faces blistering in the heat before they died, hands wrapped around
each others. Jane wailed and curled into a foetal ball under the
kitchen table. Missy nudged her urgently with her head, mewing at
her to get up.
No one came looking for her for three days. Three days, while she
couldn't move out from under the table, shaking with empathic
overload and the cat tried vainly to make her eat or drink. She was
nearly dead when the health services found her.
"Though I dislike it, we must leave this," Priss sighed.
"It is too much of her," Sabre agreed.
Lost among a sea of uncaring faces, Jane cried silently and
hopelessly as the American fosterage system swung into action. She
was settled with a family, and she lost the cat, Missy.
The thin feline was taken to the SPCA shelter and later
destroyed.
Sabre and Priss moved steadily through the years in fosterage,
for the most part leaving them. Sabre was carefully taking pictures
and names of the ones who had hurt Mouse, especially the foster
father in home number 6 who had put out his cigarettes on her back.
He would hunt them down, and hurt them badly.
"Restrain for the moment, thy impulses," Priss murmured.
"Just for now..."
LA. Mouse walked down the streets, sneakers slapping the
pavement faintly as Fafnir ghosted along in the shadows. She turned
as a voice came out of the darkness.
"Hello, pretty..."
**RUN!**
Mouse fled, amber burning eyes following her running form and
chuckled faintly at the wolf before the vampire moved on. An imprint
of ridged face and elongated canines stayed in her memories.
They browsed through her memories of Tulsa, before Sabre stopped.
"Here."
"I concur."
Mouse's nightmare at the Hanson house. A little judicious memory
tweaking and Taylor's position as kind older male, very firmly stuck
in the friend category was assured. The episode where the Folk tried
to matchmake her and Taylor was completely cut out. That was
replaced with a day of hunting and playfighting with Fafnir, an easy
subsititution. Any thought that came up of Taylor's attractiveness
was put into a file that said, 'Impossible, do not think about it.'
Her friendship with the entire family was played up.
Priss rolled her eyes as Sabre fiddled with her memories of the
conference.
"I see thou wishes her to remember thee kindly."
"Well, why not?"
"It does serve a purpose."
"Exactly. If she's flirting with the immensely attractive man I
am, even if I'm a cat, she's not worrying about that limp wristed
Yank."
"Ouch."
"He annoys me."
"Thou annoyed him also."
Valentines day and the night before were quickly dealt with,
leabing Mouse with faintly wistful memories that maybe something
more could have happened.
"A little less anger at what Mam did would be nice."
"One agrees."
Priss & Sabre
"And yet ever onwards we proceed," Priss murmured.
"Romance in a Yank? Unheard of," Sabre said, perusing the date
with Mouse.
"We better leave in that she knows that bloke though."
"Steel? Yes, I think it would be wise."
"Ah, I remember this. Fantiastic fight."
"As I remember, Mouse burnt the warehouse down. See, yes she did."
Priss moved on rapidly with Sabre, changing romantic words to
promises of friendship, fierce head over heels love to simply strong
platonic leanings. A downgrading of Taylor's relationship in the
Pack from alpha to pack mate. In the end, it was rather easy.
Taylor, to Mouse's mind, had always been a friend and nothing
more.
The unfortunate incidence on the night of the blood rain was
softened to two friends getting drunk then sleeping together. A
mistake, but not a fatal one. Taylor's insanity was played up,
leading Mouse's fear for her child to grow, making it all perfect
sense in her mind why she left with Sabre and Priss to go to New
Orleans. The growing child in her womb and her fears for its safety
around Taylor were enough.
Christian was not entirely wiped, rather...glossed over. As a
rather embarrassing incident where when she thought he was Taylor,
he tried to grope her. Taryn's harm to her ideas of Taylor was
minimised, but not forgotten. Comments were changed to fit this new
world of memories Mouse had. Her night with Zac dimmed in
importance. The tearul conversation with Taylor was entirely cut out.
Soon enough, they were done.
The cats left the room, both white and shaking from the effort of
what they had done.
Mouse slept on.
Title from: Complete rip off of some lines from Piers Anthony's Question
Quest... Read if you have not.