Archive Mutants & Masterminds: Future Imperfect - Chapter 4.2: Shadows of the Past

Joani · June 25, 2009

The men in black escorted Travis and Ronnie to the main hall of the hospital. A huge assembly of reporters were already waiting and brought out their cameras and taperecorders as soon as the little entourage got within in sight.

Two of the MIB quickly intercepted the first wave of reporters while a third one spoke out to them trying to get the situation under control.

"We should take the back exit, I suppose", the same guard said that provided them with clothes. "I'm sure they'll be waiting there for you anyways."

With fast strides the trio got out of sight of the reporters and scrambled for the fire exit. One of the reporters managed to somehow get to the fire exit which the guard quickly disposed of by knocking him out with a clean punch. He seemed to enjoy that part of his job. Holding the door open he just nodded at the two mutants. "Wish you luck - both of you."

A black SUV entered the alley the fire exit was leading to and picked up the two mutants. There was obviously no other choice.

Inside there was a man in a black suit with glasses and receeding black hair that was combed all way back. Next to him sat a rather generic looking MIB with sunglasses. He was taking his job too serious it seemed. The interior of the SUV was generous and they could sit face to face with a small table between them where a bottle of water and glasses stood ready.

"As you may have already presumed I'm Mr. Nash. We are now driving to our headquarters in Washington D.C. where we will answer your questions to the best of our possibilities. I fear a physical exam will be necessary for that. We will not force anything and if you refuse we'll accept. Once we're done with the exam we can provide you with more information. Do we have a deal?"

Travis Kincaid · June 25, 2009

Travis turned to Ronnie as they walked away from the ICU ward and the others, "I feel like we left those kids to the wolves. Not that the lions in front of us will be better but ... I dunno." He shook his head, trying to will away the feeling of soreness and weakness all over his body.

He followed the suited men, Secret Service, FBI, CIA, whatever the hell they were through the hospital and out to the waiting SUV. Travis tried to get comfortable but he had the feeling that he had just walked into the lion's den. "Can we drop the bullshit please? My memory may be like warm Swiss cheese but I'm not stupid. I know that at some point I worked for ... I dunno some organization, and that I went missing, apparently dead. Three, wait ... no, six months ago I woke up in Vegas with no memory at all. Zip, zilch, nadda. Blank fucking slate.

"So yeah if you guys can fill in anything from before then I'll bend over and take whatever you got, I'll put up with your tests, hell if you got some super secret telepathic guy who wants to tap dance inside my head I'll allow that." Travis leaned forward his face grim, his eyes spoke of seriousness, sadness, and desire. "And if you can do that then I'll even agree to help fix your little alien problem."

z-May Allman · June 25, 2009

"I'm going back there, even if you don't," Ronnie said, suddenly feeling like she was getting pulled apart. She felt like someone needed to watch them; most of them were just kids lost in a war when they should have been skateboarding or playing the Atari or whatever it was that kids did these days. Fuck if she knew - she'd never been a kid. She'd never had younger siblings before, but she still felt protective like that toward them.

We need to get Sly out too, Lena said. I wonder if he remembers me.

No worries, Ronnie said. We'll take care of them all, somehow.

This is why we don't have many friends, Celeste reminded her, and Ronnie ignored her.

Ronnie's jaw set at hearing her friend lay himself out like that, but she remained quiet. It was Travis' life to do with as he wished, and all she could do was help pick up the pieces. "Just to be clear," she said softly, "I'm not here to be poked and prodded." Her unusual eyes narrowed at Nash. "I think you already know why I'm here." She didn't add, I'm the thugly.

Sitting back in the seat, she suddenly asked, "Don't suppose you have a cigar and a lighter tucked away somewhere, do ya?"

Travis Kincaid · June 25, 2009

As they walked to the meeting

Travis looked at Ronnie, trying to appraise her comment, "I'll go back, I don't intend to let Dr. Assface turn those kids into soldiers and get them killed. Ability is one thing but training is another. They lack the latter and that could get them killed." He scowls, "I might even be willing to help the rest of them but given the way that some of them act I don't think they'd take it if we offered."

Joani · June 25, 2009

Mr. Nash shook his head at Ronnie's request. "I'm sorry, I can't offer you a smoke, but I can do this."

Suddenly there was a humming sound and both Ronnie and Travis felt how their ability to control their powers was severely dampened.

"What you are experiencing is a nullifying field, latest gadget of our our R&D Department. Please don't take this as an offensive intention but I have to make sure that we reach our destination without any interruption. And it's of course for my safety, too. As far as I am concerned you are property of the United States of America, Mr. Kincaid. Everything was going A-OK until you apparantly decided to take things into your own hands. Our working relationship got... complicated from that day on. I suppose the situation you are in right now is of your own doing."

Click to reveal..

The SUV entered a main street and passed the Capitol while Mr. Nash looked out of the window.

(ooc: You can't use your powers and feel even more like shit for the duration of the trip. Travis - you are having a flashback and can roll Willpower to snap out of it - or you RP it as usual )

z-May Allman · June 25, 2009

Ronnie felt her control, already perilous due to the nagging effect of the virus, slipping away. No one was attempting to rise, though, and that meant that May was on her way up. That wasn't acceptable; of all of the personalities, May was the least functional now. More importantly, everyone in here agreed that Nash learning even a hint of their secret was bad. She locked her teeth together and hung on to herself with iron determination.

"You're making one dangerous assumption," Ronnie snarled at Nash, a faint sheen of sweat already beading on her forehead from her efforts. She balled up her fists as tremors ran down her arms and she knew that the virus was getting a boost against her system. "You're assuming that I'm dangerous because of my powers. That would be incorrect."

We took a vote, Celeste said in a dry voice. If Travis gets us killed, we're all coming back to haunt him.

That'll be confusing. 'Who are all you women, why are you haunting me, and, most important, how do I get you in bed?' Lena said mockingly.

Ronnie bit back an inappropriate giggle. Stop making me laugh when I'm dealing with the officious bureaucrat, ok?

Click to reveal..

Travis Kincaid · June 25, 2009

Nash basically slapped Travis in the face. A flick of a switch and his powers were as far away as his memory. Except that that wasn't strictly true.

Originally Posted By: Nash

"As far as I am concerned you are property of the United States of America, Mr. Kincaid. Everything was going A-OK until you apparently decided to take things into your own hands. Our working relationship got... complicated from that day on. I suppose the situation you are in right now is of your own doing."

Travis felt the now familiar vertigo as a memory resurfaced. He gritted his teeth and dug his fingernails into his palms. He wasn't sure what he was remembering but he was certain that he was being double crossed. "You son of a bitch ..." the spinning overwhelmed him, stopped him from continuing. He closed his eyes tight and rode the memory to its termination. As it began to dissipate he wrestled control back, opening his eyes he glared across the car at Nash, "You fucker, I came to you freely. I'm not the same person I was. If you wanted to play it that way why didn't you just take me while I was out?"

Click to reveal..

Joani · June 25, 2009

Nash remained eeringly calm in the face of such deadly mutants like Travis and Ronnie were.

"Because, Mr. Kincaid, we're not going to waste millions of dollars because of a runaway. Aside from that, I do have my own reasons to find out the truth. You stole something and I want it back. If the price for it is giving you back your identity - so be it. I could care less. But somewhere in that brain of yours are vital information this government needs and you are not the one to decide what happens to that.", Mr. Nash was getting emotional as he spoke which greatly reflected in his reddish complexion.

"We need to find out if you are a double agent and get rid of your treacherous persona if possible. Once we made sure of that I can even offer you your last position. Someone has been dealing vital information to the enemy - if it's not you, then...", Mr. Nash's eyes slowly wandered to Ronnie and stared at her for a short moment.

Travis Kincaid · June 25, 2009

Travis threw his hands up, "I couldn't tell you if I were! Christ man don't you get it?" He points to his head, "Its blank, sometimes I can't even remember that I can do things until I find myself doing them!" Travis sat back and grabbed a water bottle, quickly chugging the contents down. "You didn't need to do this because I want my memories back. But now you've gone and made my all paranoid again, and you've probably not made her very happy ether," he said indicating Ronnie with a wave of his free hand.

z-May Allman · June 25, 2009

Ronnie smiled, in a way, when Travis waved at her. It wasn't so much a smile as a baring of her teeth. "First, I don't work for you guys, and therefore don't have your fucking precious information to give. Second, I couldn't get it from Travis - he doesn't talk about things like this. Third, fuck you in your face, I've never sold out my boss before and I resent the implication."

Ronnie sat back, feeling suddenly cold. Fuckin' virus...

Mr Fox · June 25, 2009

Sly eased into Travis' mind and did his best not to startle the man, *Buddy, go talk to the mysterious organization if you want, but I'll check up on you now and then to make sure you are ok unless you don't want me to. Hey, and if you want I could try and dig into your brain and see what info is actually there or if it's gone for good.*

Joani · June 25, 2009

Mr. Nash drew a long breath to calm himself down. "Alright - we'll look into that ASAP."

The spook pushed a button on the table right in front of him and produced a holographic screen floating right in front of his face. Using his hands he interfaced with the screen and rubbed the bridge of his nose once he was finished.

The glass that was dividing the drivers cabinet from the passenger seats double functioned as a flat screen and produced a picture of Travis with all kinds of vital statistics and information.

Click to reveal..

Nash looked at his own screen and flatly said. "Those are just facts, it won't help you restore your memory. You want to know who you are? We can only help you as far as your brain allows it. Maybe you'll remember more once we're in HQ."

Mr Fox · June 25, 2009

Sensing from Travis' thoughts that something was wrong Sly searched for a moment and realized that his powers were being blocked and he was already being double crossed. That was all he needed to know. He could see Mr. Nash in Travis' memories and that should be enough to make a connection.

Click to reveal..

Morgan was being subtle and did not want to be detected by 'Mr. Nash' if that was his real name. Given the trouble Travis and Ronnie seemed to be in it might be important that the man not know it had been compromised, and since Sly didn't want to be a target he was going to take great pains to make sure that stayed the case.

Travis Kincaid · June 25, 2009

Don't push yourself, but if you can I wouldn't mind. You seemed less than up to it when we left or I'd have asked you first.

Travis nodded to Nash, "How about you show a little trust and drop this damping thing, its making my nauseous." He looked up at the screen and read the data, "Denis? My name was Denis? Fuck me. Oh shit, and I'm a frog? Man now I kinda wish I hadn't bothered to find out at all."

z-May Allman · June 25, 2009

Ronnie was snickering and clearly trying to not break out in full-on laughter. Dennis? What an awful name. Poor Travis.

Poor Dennis, Lena said slyly.

Now, leave him be, Nana ordered. You don't get to pick who you are.

Who he is... Ronnie grew sober as she realized that this meant she had never really known her friend. He'd held something back, even before his memory loss. And while she'd always know that was the case, on some level, to find it made it real.

Travis wasn't real.

And neither are you, Grape Ape. Lena's voice wasn't cruel, just resigned. None of May's kids are. Grow up and get over it.

"Could be worse," she said with as much sympathy as she could muster. "Ya coulda be a Pollock."

Joani · June 26, 2009

The SUV entered another alley and entered a public parking garage. The SUV disappeared in a reserved lot which had it's own gate and soon after it was shut the engines died and with it the nullifying field.

(ooc: You can use your powers again. Ronnie feels especially sick from the exertion she has put herself under. 2 HL Lethal for Ronnie)

Mr Nash didn't make any effort to get out of the car and then everything seemed to move - like in an elevator. After a good minutes ride downwards the doors finally opened.

"Welcome to the Mutant Division, Mr. Kincaid. Make yourself comfortable and take a look around. I'll be in my office. Ms. Voganova will be your guide. Try to answer any question or any request Mr. Kincaid or his guest has without breaching our protocols. I'll have to make a call, excuse me."

Ms. Voganova is a tall and very attractive ravenhaired woman in her late 20s with stunning green eyes. She smiles briefly at the newcomers and nods at Mr. Nash.

The HQ looks like something out of a science fiction meets James Bond movie. There is a large section with screens and computer terminals and a huge round holographic map of the world. At first sight there are about 50 people working on this level which is easily as huge as a football field. Unfortunately nothing of this rings a bell in Travis' mind.

Mr. Nash looked at the Mutants and waited just long enough to answer one more question.

Click to reveal..

Travis Kincaid · June 26, 2009

Travis suppressed the urge to simply stare. Instead he watched the woman carefully as best he could without appearing overtly interested. How can you be here? You ... aren't you dead? Questions raced through his mind. If she is Raven, and if Raven wiped my memory ... how deep does this go? Who's head was that? Travis turned to Nash even though he didn't want to take his eyes off this strange woman who seemed at the center of everything. "I don't suppose you have any telepaths or other mutants with mind altering abilities here do you Mr. Nash? Somebody who could try and undo what has been done?"

Click to reveal..

z-May Allman · June 26, 2009

Ronnie was blissfully unaware of any of the thoughts running through Travis' head; had she known his suspicions regarding Ms. Voganova, Ms. Voganova might have found herself at the center of some uncomfortable attention. Normally, a woman might have reacted negatively to a more beautiful woman, but Ronnie had never been that caught up in that. Instead, she was more curious about the room.

She glanced at the visible screens and tried to absorb the information she found there. What is it they were monitoring? Or were they monitoring everything?

Joani · June 26, 2009

"Unfortuately Mr. Kincaid, you and your guest are currently the only Mutants here. Actually, to be precise you are one of the very few Mutants left in the world. That's why your recovery is so damn important to us.", Mr Nash rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I really like to chat a bit longer with you, but right now I have something important to do that cannot wait. I'll be back as soon as I can. Ms. Voganova will provide for you, trust me."

And with that Mr. Nash simply left heading for an elevator which brought him even deeper than they already were.

Meanwhile Ronnie's trained eyes and the expertise of her persona's all agreed - they were monitoring everything worldwide in real time. It made even Nana blush as she recognised some really sensitive locations that were monitored which were supposed to be secret.

Travis Kincaid · June 26, 2009

Travis nodded, "OK ... why do I suddenly feel less like an operative, or a person, and more like a piece of meat, or maybe a well trained dog?" He sighed and rolled his shoulders trying to get the soreness out of his body. "Ms ... Voganova is it? Do you have a first name? I could use someplace to sit down and some painkillers. Oh, and maybe an explanation on where we are and what this place is ..."

Joani · June 26, 2009

The enticing raven haired woman named Ms. Voganova nodded and gave Travis a welcoming smile. "Of course I do.", she said. "But I doubt that'll be important right now. Please follow me, we have some private quarters arranged which you can use. You can even take a shower if you want. I will explain more once you refreshed yourselves.", Ms. Voganova had slight russian accent as she spoke that somehow made her even more interesting and alluring.

The russian beauty guided the two mutants to the same elevator Mr. Nash had used and stepped inside with them. Without any visual pushing of buttons or voiced commands the elevator started moving. After a few seconds it suddenly stopped and the lights went off.

"Ok, we have 30 seconds - What the fuck are you doing here, Thomas? What the hell is wrong with you?", her accent was completely gone now and her green eyes glowed dimly in the dark.

Travis Kincaid · June 26, 2009

Travis wasn't a fan of elevators. He could fly and had at one point been buried alive; while he did not remember that last bit it still impacted his psyche. When the lights went out he all but broke out into a cold sweat, "What the hell!?" The woman, Raven, spoke and her eyes began to glow with a soft emerald light. Exasperated Travis snarled out, "Who the fuck is Thomas?!"

z-May Allman · June 26, 2009

"Well, she thinks you are," Ronnie said wearily from her leaning position against the wall of the elevator.

"And you, lady - he's a fuckin' amnesiac... how would he know to stay away from here if he's supposed to stay away? That's the problem with wiping someone's fuckin' skull... how do they know that it was supposed to be done. Shit, people..." Her bitchery outputted, Ronnie closed her eyes and went back to suffering.

Joani · June 26, 2009

"Don't smartass me, Ronnie.", Raven hissed at the taller woman but her eyes remained focused on Travis.

"Thomas - you are not supposed to be here. You wanted it that way.", she shook her head as the time was running out. "What do you want?", she insisted as the glow got even more intense.

(ooc: You still got one post - each of you, before the 30 seconds are over)

Travis Kincaid · June 26, 2009

"How ... what ... Who the hell are you? Raven? Is that it? My memory is spotty as hell. Six months ago I woke up in Vegas with no clue who I was. I'm here for fucking answers! I want to know who I AM!" Travis could barely restrain himself from pinning the woman to the elevator wall with his power. Even despite his sickness his emotions raged and fueled the telekinetic dysfunction, all of their clothing began to whip and flutter about as they were caught in the eddies of his leaking power.

z-May Allman · June 26, 2009

"If you know my name, you should already know I'm a smartass," Ronnie said, pushing herself off the wall in an angry burst of movement. But her anger wasn't coming from being snapped at by the woman before her; her anger came from the fact that Travis had called out this woman's name when Ronnie tried to comfort and help him. "Whatever you did to him, undo it, or find someone who can." She felt her muscles shiver; she wanted to shift and rip this woman's face off, just for being this 'Raven' chick. She was one wrong word away from jumping her, much like Travis was.

Joani · June 26, 2009

"No, Thomas. You don't want to know who you are, because then everything we worked for would be void. No, Thomas - you - don't - want - to - know.", she stressed out every single word of the last sentence and then closed her eyes.

The darkness became mindnumbing and then Travis and Ronnie lost track of time.

Somewhat later

Ronnie woke up gasping for air. A heady smell of old wood filled her nostrils and she was reclining on an old wing chair. Next to her was Travis, breathing soundly like a child. The room was furnished in old colonial style completely with huge rows of books neatly stuffed into old bookshelves. There was a cozy fire burning in a little chimney.

Across the room was a large desk on which stood a desktop computer. She could tell that the screen was on by the dim illumination it gave of. Walking over to the desk an odd feeling of dread filled her. She looked at her arms and touched her face - she was Ronnie but it felt odd... displaced as if she was barely able to control her actions. Her eyes settled on the screen where it just read:

"Don't tell him, yet. Take your time, grape."

As if things couldn't get worse Travis started to moan - he was waking up.

(ooc: only the two of you are in the room. You can't make out any apparent door right now.)

z-May Allman · June 26, 2009

Ronnie's head hurt and her throat was raw. She cleared it and heard the familiar rasp of an infected throat. "Great," she muttered, reading the screen again. She wasn't sure what it meant! Him was likely Travis, but what were they talking about. Travis knew everything important about her - well, except one tiny thing, and she wasn't telling him that.

No door. Aww, fuck me, another dream-head-trip-thing? Come on, anyone else in here? Head count, girls.

Here.

Present.

You got me.

Yeah...

Hello!

Ronnie physically jerked at that voice. What the fuck... May?

Don't sound so surprised, Ronnie. You'll hurt my feelings. May's voice was so familiar to her, as familiar as a mother's to a child.

Excuse the everliving fuck out of me, but you've been a fucking vegetable for the last four years, so forgive me if I'm a little surprised that you're suddenly awake.

Great, Lena sighed. Now we gotta tiemshare seven ways.

May laughed. Probably not. After all, I am the real deal, and you guys are the copies. I think that gives me top priority.

Travis Kincaid · June 26, 2009

Travis woke up and after a second realized what had happened, "Hey! What the ... fuck? Dammit where the hell are we now?" He looked around and saw Ronnie standing over a computer of some kind. The room itself was nice, gave the impression of wealth and power while maintaining a sense of casual dignity. He sighed, "I'm going to kick my ass when I find out who I am."

z-May Allman · June 26, 2009

"Travis, be a darling and make a door," Ronnie said, her eyes a little too wide. She turned around, looking at him, looking both sick and freaked out. "I don't think we're in another mind-thing, but I'd like to leave now. Fuck getting answers from these guys. Let's just go."

Travis Kincaid · June 26, 2009

Travis got up and walked towards her, "In a sec, what's on the computer? Anything good? Maybe Raven, at least I think that is her, maybe she tucked us in here to stay safe for the moment." Travis wasn't ready to believe it just yet but something told him that the other woman wasn't going to harm him either.

z-May Allman · June 26, 2009

"It's just a message for me, unless Raven called you grape as a sweet-name," Ronnie said, hearing the jealously in her voice. God damnit. "It just says not to tell you yet, but I don't know what it means."

It means me, May said. Don't tell him about me.

I wasn't gonna anyway, Ronnie snapped. I've never told him about any of this.

You see, that surprises me. You and he are very close, May replied. Not as close as he and I were, but close.

Ronnie stiffened, her fever-bright eyes going wide. "What the fuck do you mean?" she gasped, then realized she'd spoken aloud. "Damnit... this fucking virus... I need to get out of here."

Travis Kincaid · June 26, 2009

"I mean cool your ... oh, heh, sorry." He looked at the screen and then at Ronnie and shrugged. "Why don't we ask?" He leaned over and typed, Don't tell him what?, into the computer. He stood up and flicked the "Enter" key. "See. Boy how would you manage without me?" More like how would I manage without you?

z-May Allman · June 26, 2009

Oh, he is precious, isn't he? Now I remember what I saw in him. And what you still see in him, May said.

This doesn't sound like the May I remember, Celeste said, picking her words carefully.

It isn't Celeste, and do you know why? I am bitterly disappointed in all of you. I left you alone to make your own way in the world, or even to find a way free like I did, May snapped. And all you did was the same old. Dangerous work for people who don't appreciate what you do, who spend your lives in exchange for money. Some of you don't even appreciate the gifts I gave you! You never tried to find a life, or love or happiness or do anything new. But now that I'm back, I'm going to fix all that. Starting... with this."

There was a snap and a sense of loss, and Ronnie felt herself stagger and drop to her knees. Someone was gone. She heard everyOther else try to figure out what was wrong, but all she could make out was May's voice saying, One ungrateful bitch gone... who's next? Or are you all now pleased with the existence I've given you?

"Rebecca." Ronnie whispered the name of her lost sister, gone in the flex of May's will. You bitch. Get out of me so that I can kill you.

Joani · June 26, 2009

Just before Travis could react to what Ronnie just said she suddenly bent over clutching her stomach. He could see her gritting her teeth and then she started to shrink?

Her hair got longer and turned a deep black as her frame got slimmer. After a short moment the startling transformation was done and suddenly Raven stood there smiling at him with her sparkling green eyes.

"I asked that stuck up bitch to not tell you who I am. I had not planned this part but since you both came back here I saw no other way and since you're so eager to know who you are I guess we start with you giving me a kiss, stud."

(ooc: aside from your confusion you really feel attracted to her. She makes you tingle all over)

Travis Kincaid · June 26, 2009

Travis all but fell over himself as he backed away. "What? How?" Even as his brain demanded answers, Lots of fucking answers, dammit!, he felt the physical desire. He did the only thing he could think of to maintain control, he forcibly took down his involuntary defenses and punched himself in the face with a massive telekinetic blast. Travis' head snapped back painfully even as he collapsed to the ground. "Holy crap that hurts," he muttered as he rubbed at his jaw. "What is going on here, what did you do to Ronnie? What did you do to me? Who ARE you??"

Click to reveal..

Joani · June 26, 2009

"God, Thomas...", she shook her head disappointed. "This makes absolutely no sense. Don't tell me you prefer that manwoman now?"

"Ronnie is nobody, understood? She is No!Body!", Raven almost screamed at him. Then she started to buckle again as Ronnie screamed inside her head.

NO!!!! I AM!

Her body twitched and Travis could hear her bones snap. Suddenly Ronnie was standing there and stared at him blinking confused.

Get us out of here!, the others pleaded.

Travis Kincaid · June 26, 2009

What the hell is going on here? The sound of flesh reshaping drew his attention, "Ronnie?" He was confused, thoroughly and completely confused. "Who ... who are you? WHO ARE YOU!!??" Travis slumped, he wasn't even sure what was real, "Who am I?" In his mind he replayed his memories, those traumatic ones that he could recall and the more recent ones. He stumbled backwards into a book lined wall and slid to the floor. "Why did I do this to myself?"

z-May Allman · June 27, 2009

Ronnie collapsed, falling gracefully into a cross-legged seat. Her creator, the being that was essentially her mother, had just told her and her sisters that they were failures and then destroyed one of them. So when Travis started to question her, it felt like another assault.

"I'm Ronnie," she said helplessly, unable to come up with a more coherent statement. "Travis, please... I'm Ronnie!" He was treated to the unusual image of her purple eyes filling with tears.

Pull it together, now, Celeste ordered. Pull it together, or I will.

Travis...

Damnit, for him. Celeste insisted.

Ronnie took a deep breath and stifled her tears. "I share my body with seven- now six, other women," she said softly. "We change appearance, personality and careers from each to each. I am myself, I just... time-share. And until tonight, I thought my progenitor was a virtual vegetable in here with us. She somehow escaped this place, escaped us, and was her own person. She was disappointed that we hadn't done more with our life. She... one of my sisters hated being this way, and May... Raven... whatever the fuck she's calling herself, just killed her. She's gone.

"And May is still here, still inside me. Whatever we thought was May was just... a placeholder."

Ronnie was quiet and then she said, "I'm sorry I never told you this. You shouldn't have to learn something about a friend like this."

Travis Kincaid · June 27, 2009

Travis felt like he was imploding. "If she is you or you are her why didn't you stop me from coming here? Why didn't she ... oh, god, what the hell did I do to myself?" Travis looked up at Ronnie, a cold edge in his voice, "How many of you have I known? How many of you!?!" What is real? Who is she, who is Raven? What were we to each other? Travis hung his head, quietly he said, "I want to talk to her again. I need answers ... the kind you don't have..."

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