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#THELOSTCHILD 4.0
JULY 11th | THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX | SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA [Aftermath]
Things will happen while they can, right?
It took her weeks to realise that there was one thing completely inevitable, something she tried to avoid with all her might. Not because Elena DeDraca was scared or intimidated. Not because she gave a flying fuck about what this intruder had to say. Nope. Nah. Nein. Unfortunately it was about the one thing that always held her back, loyalty. But the true question was this: Who was loyal to her?
In the end, you can only count on yourself.
She loved Finn. But that didn’t necessarily mean they would always agree on things. It was blind hate from Aaron that brought them together, and also what made them drift apart. Even after finally talking to him about it, things hadn’t changed. Yet she was aware of two things: Finn was confused and he was in regular contact with his ‘wife’. It wasn’t necessary to ask about it. A little thing he probably had forgotten was that she observed rather well -- even if she didn’t speak her mind. All in all, though, there was zero intention coming from her end to make him change his mind, but only the intent to make sure he kept his eyes open.
A thousand thoughts rushed through her head when she collected her things, ready to go home. Not only was she done thinking about her upcoming match, the strong need to be close to her daughter was constantly present. Probably even more after the incident with Rumble Reyes.
I haven’t forgotten you.
She said quick goodbyes to some of the staff workers while rushing towards the parking lot. She knew that her friends would probably stay another night or go different directions, so she let her mind once again drift off. Before signing a contract with So-Cal, she never had a problem with being alone. She welcomed it more than most people. But as of late, that was the time for demons to come out and play. Without all the noise, she found a moment to picture the face of a female in front of her inner eyes. Margaret Elizabeth Edwards.
You can call her Mother.
The pleading look on her face tonight. The tone of her voice when she wanted the attention of her daughter. Of course, until now, it wasn’t even proven that this female was her biological mother. But when she pictured the face of this female, a painful certainty spread inside of her. Truth to be told, she had zero time for another problem in her life. And this was a problem.
Elena, from afar, spotted the car with one of the Mercer security guards standing next to it. He had the trunk opened and gave her an obligatory nod. Without being asked to do so, he took her little trolley and the jacket hanging over her arm.
“Mister Mercer ordered me to give you congratulations and to tell you he can’t wait to celebrate with you.”
A knowing smile spread on her face as she was about to enter the car. Her hand was already on the handle when she once more heard that female voice. At first, she thought that her mind was playing tricks on her, but still she turned.
“Elena.”
The female stood only inches away from the car. For the first time, she studied her appearance. Her wild hair that she had tried to tame into a loosely-elegant bun. Her out of fashion clothes, that yet did fit her very well.
Another thing you share.
“What do you want?”
Elena gave her little time to think of something, cutting to the core without hesitation. The security guard had appeared next to her, whispering towards her, most likely asking if there was a problem, but she shook her head. He moved a few inches, mostly to give them privacy.
“I wanted to see you… it has been…”
“Too long? That is the understatement of the year, or even century. It's been twenty-nine years. So, excuse me if I am not exactly thrilled with you stalking after me. I have not needed you then and lady, without offense, I really do not need you now.”
It was hard to miss the disappointment in Margaret’s face, although it seemed like she had expected exactly that. A soft smile appeared on her face as she scanned over Elena, maybe searching for herself in her.
“There are not enough words in the world to make all the excuses you deserve, Elena, but that is not why I came. I wanted to see with my own eyes what kind of person you grew up to be. And it makes me proud to see that you do not take anything from anyone.”
“As much as I appreciate your words, I have no clue why you keep appearing. All those letters and showing up at my matches -- what you think this is going to do? Make me magically forget about everything you failed to do? That is if you are even the person you pretend to be…”
There was a small pause. The female moved towards her, which alarmed the security guard immediately. He appeared right next to Elena, his shoulder right above her own. This was a safe sign he was ready to jump, even at a female half his size. But Elena looked up at him with those serious eyes.
“... and in the end it doesn’t even matter, right? You can be her or not, the truth is, I am not sure yet if it makes any difference to me. There was a time when little Elena was hoping for this day to happen…”
“And what happened then?” Margaret’s voice sounded hopeful.
“... then I woke up and realised that people suck.”
Without another word, Elena slid into the car, the door closed after her by the guard. Through the darkened windows, she still looked at the woman. Her petite figure and the way she bit her underlip. A little something that she and Isabella did too.
The moment the engine got started, she took her focus off of her, going as far as closing her eyes. She didn’t see the way Margaret looked after the car, a small smile had appeared on her face. She stood there for a good while longer, even when the car was long out of sight. When finally moving she mumbled to herself, becoming one with the shadows of the Complex. Again.
“I will not give up, my darling.”
They spent the drive in silence. The new security staff was a lot more decent than the ones who were immediately fired after Rumble Reyes broke into their house -- the one place she liked to call Fort Knox. But obviously, that didn’t stop monsters. A frown formed on her face and didn’t go unnoticed by Christian’s number one.
“You alright, Misses Mercer? Do you need anything?” There swung some concern in his voice.
“Oh. I’m alright. Just my stomach is playing up a little bit.” She looked at him through the mirror. “Is it far to the airport?”
He took a moment to check several things on the display, then his eyes looked back at her.
“Maybe around twenty minutes. The plane will be ready for you Misses.”
“Is it possible you take me to a McDonald’s before that? I am starving.”
“Mister Mercer said… .”
“And Misses Mercer says different and since I am here…don’t make a big fuss out of it.”
It wasn’t hard to understand he was conflicted, but in the end he gave in. Around ten minutes later, they had parked at a local fast food place, leaning against the car. She forced him to eat with her, instead of just having a coffee. Elena was sitting on the trunk of the car, shoving herself with fries. Every now and then he checked his watch, nervous.
“Will you relax? Christian will not kill you… he knows better than to plan for me. But I gotta admit something, I don’t even know your name.”
“Gabriel ma’am.”
“Gabriel it is then. I am Elena and I would appreciate you don’t always call me Misses Mercer. It is highly odd.” She laughed and was certain she spotted a smile on his face. “Have you at least been able to catch the show while you waited for me?”
“Oh yeah. Some of those people are highly… unique.”
“Crazy is the word that escaped your mind.”
He nodded while sipping from his soft drink, taking another chicken nugget. He didn’t directly put it in his mouth, instead gestured left and right when giving her a rerun of what it was like from a viewers perspective. It made her smile and feel somewhat proud. If it felt like that for the people in the crowd, they obviously did a good job.
“...I am just not certain what problem Mister Whelan’s…wife…has.”
“You mean the confrontation at the end of the show?” She was a little puzzled by his phrasing.
“No. I mean the all-together problem. As a male, it looks like you two are fighting over a high school quarterback. No offense, Elena.”
For a moment, she looked at him with those intensive, big eyes. Seeing him back down a little bit, aware of what he had just said. The bigger his surprise appeared when she busted out laughing, going as far as slapping him on the back. Almost done with her fries, she hopped off of the trunk.
“Funny enough, dear, I think that something similar goes through her mind. As if big, bad Elena wants to steal her Finny - pooh. It is hilarious to the limits if that is her motivation. But, you know what they say: never tell a woman she’s wrong. Especially not one that has gotten herself in a delusional, emotional rage.”
In a quick manner, she cleared the car from their garbage, returning to him. And for the first time tonight, she gave him a huge smile. This time she didn’t slide into the backseat; instead, she sat next to him on the passenger seat.
“But, there is another truth about jealous woman.”
“There is? Enlighten me Gabe.”
“They will stop at absolutely nothing while thinking they are in the right.”
“I can only fucking hope so.”
And there it was. Elena DeDraca’s fighting spirit. Something Aaron was not ready for, neither was the rest of the roster. It was one thing to be a keyboard ninja via social media, trying so hard to get the attention of people by being a mega cunt. But a completely different scenario to stand in the ring with someone that had not forgotten any of her insults.
May this be the beginning of a journey to the core of hell. Welcome to the purgatory, bitch.
JULY 11th | THE ULTRAVIOLENT COMPLEX | SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA [Aftermath]
Things will happen while they can, right?
It took her weeks to realise that there was one thing completely inevitable, something she tried to avoid with all her might. Not because Elena DeDraca was scared or intimidated. Not because she gave a flying fuck about what this intruder had to say. Nope. Nah. Nein. Unfortunately it was about the one thing that always held her back, loyalty. But the true question was this: Who was loyal to her?
In the end, you can only count on yourself.
She loved Finn. But that didn’t necessarily mean they would always agree on things. It was blind hate from Aaron that brought them together, and also what made them drift apart. Even after finally talking to him about it, things hadn’t changed. Yet she was aware of two things: Finn was confused and he was in regular contact with his ‘wife’. It wasn’t necessary to ask about it. A little thing he probably had forgotten was that she observed rather well -- even if she didn’t speak her mind. All in all, though, there was zero intention coming from her end to make him change his mind, but only the intent to make sure he kept his eyes open.
A thousand thoughts rushed through her head when she collected her things, ready to go home. Not only was she done thinking about her upcoming match, the strong need to be close to her daughter was constantly present. Probably even more after the incident with Rumble Reyes.
I haven’t forgotten you.
She said quick goodbyes to some of the staff workers while rushing towards the parking lot. She knew that her friends would probably stay another night or go different directions, so she let her mind once again drift off. Before signing a contract with So-Cal, she never had a problem with being alone. She welcomed it more than most people. But as of late, that was the time for demons to come out and play. Without all the noise, she found a moment to picture the face of a female in front of her inner eyes. Margaret Elizabeth Edwards.
You can call her Mother.
The pleading look on her face tonight. The tone of her voice when she wanted the attention of her daughter. Of course, until now, it wasn’t even proven that this female was her biological mother. But when she pictured the face of this female, a painful certainty spread inside of her. Truth to be told, she had zero time for another problem in her life. And this was a problem.
Elena, from afar, spotted the car with one of the Mercer security guards standing next to it. He had the trunk opened and gave her an obligatory nod. Without being asked to do so, he took her little trolley and the jacket hanging over her arm.
“Mister Mercer ordered me to give you congratulations and to tell you he can’t wait to celebrate with you.”
A knowing smile spread on her face as she was about to enter the car. Her hand was already on the handle when she once more heard that female voice. At first, she thought that her mind was playing tricks on her, but still she turned.
“Elena.”
The female stood only inches away from the car. For the first time, she studied her appearance. Her wild hair that she had tried to tame into a loosely-elegant bun. Her out of fashion clothes, that yet did fit her very well.
Another thing you share.
“What do you want?”
Elena gave her little time to think of something, cutting to the core without hesitation. The security guard had appeared next to her, whispering towards her, most likely asking if there was a problem, but she shook her head. He moved a few inches, mostly to give them privacy.
“I wanted to see you… it has been…”
“Too long? That is the understatement of the year, or even century. It's been twenty-nine years. So, excuse me if I am not exactly thrilled with you stalking after me. I have not needed you then and lady, without offense, I really do not need you now.”
It was hard to miss the disappointment in Margaret’s face, although it seemed like she had expected exactly that. A soft smile appeared on her face as she scanned over Elena, maybe searching for herself in her.
“There are not enough words in the world to make all the excuses you deserve, Elena, but that is not why I came. I wanted to see with my own eyes what kind of person you grew up to be. And it makes me proud to see that you do not take anything from anyone.”
“As much as I appreciate your words, I have no clue why you keep appearing. All those letters and showing up at my matches -- what you think this is going to do? Make me magically forget about everything you failed to do? That is if you are even the person you pretend to be…”
There was a small pause. The female moved towards her, which alarmed the security guard immediately. He appeared right next to Elena, his shoulder right above her own. This was a safe sign he was ready to jump, even at a female half his size. But Elena looked up at him with those serious eyes.
“... and in the end it doesn’t even matter, right? You can be her or not, the truth is, I am not sure yet if it makes any difference to me. There was a time when little Elena was hoping for this day to happen…”
“And what happened then?” Margaret’s voice sounded hopeful.
“... then I woke up and realised that people suck.”
Without another word, Elena slid into the car, the door closed after her by the guard. Through the darkened windows, she still looked at the woman. Her petite figure and the way she bit her underlip. A little something that she and Isabella did too.
The moment the engine got started, she took her focus off of her, going as far as closing her eyes. She didn’t see the way Margaret looked after the car, a small smile had appeared on her face. She stood there for a good while longer, even when the car was long out of sight. When finally moving she mumbled to herself, becoming one with the shadows of the Complex. Again.
“I will not give up, my darling.”
●●●●●●
They spent the drive in silence. The new security staff was a lot more decent than the ones who were immediately fired after Rumble Reyes broke into their house -- the one place she liked to call Fort Knox. But obviously, that didn’t stop monsters. A frown formed on her face and didn’t go unnoticed by Christian’s number one.
“You alright, Misses Mercer? Do you need anything?” There swung some concern in his voice.
“Oh. I’m alright. Just my stomach is playing up a little bit.” She looked at him through the mirror. “Is it far to the airport?”
He took a moment to check several things on the display, then his eyes looked back at her.
“Maybe around twenty minutes. The plane will be ready for you Misses.”
“Is it possible you take me to a McDonald’s before that? I am starving.”
“Mister Mercer said… .”
“And Misses Mercer says different and since I am here…don’t make a big fuss out of it.”
It wasn’t hard to understand he was conflicted, but in the end he gave in. Around ten minutes later, they had parked at a local fast food place, leaning against the car. She forced him to eat with her, instead of just having a coffee. Elena was sitting on the trunk of the car, shoving herself with fries. Every now and then he checked his watch, nervous.
“Will you relax? Christian will not kill you… he knows better than to plan for me. But I gotta admit something, I don’t even know your name.”
“Gabriel ma’am.”
“Gabriel it is then. I am Elena and I would appreciate you don’t always call me Misses Mercer. It is highly odd.” She laughed and was certain she spotted a smile on his face. “Have you at least been able to catch the show while you waited for me?”
“Oh yeah. Some of those people are highly… unique.”
“Crazy is the word that escaped your mind.”
He nodded while sipping from his soft drink, taking another chicken nugget. He didn’t directly put it in his mouth, instead gestured left and right when giving her a rerun of what it was like from a viewers perspective. It made her smile and feel somewhat proud. If it felt like that for the people in the crowd, they obviously did a good job.
“...I am just not certain what problem Mister Whelan’s…wife…has.”
“You mean the confrontation at the end of the show?” She was a little puzzled by his phrasing.
“No. I mean the all-together problem. As a male, it looks like you two are fighting over a high school quarterback. No offense, Elena.”
For a moment, she looked at him with those intensive, big eyes. Seeing him back down a little bit, aware of what he had just said. The bigger his surprise appeared when she busted out laughing, going as far as slapping him on the back. Almost done with her fries, she hopped off of the trunk.
“Funny enough, dear, I think that something similar goes through her mind. As if big, bad Elena wants to steal her Finny - pooh. It is hilarious to the limits if that is her motivation. But, you know what they say: never tell a woman she’s wrong. Especially not one that has gotten herself in a delusional, emotional rage.”
In a quick manner, she cleared the car from their garbage, returning to him. And for the first time tonight, she gave him a huge smile. This time she didn’t slide into the backseat; instead, she sat next to him on the passenger seat.
“But, there is another truth about jealous woman.”
“There is? Enlighten me Gabe.”
“They will stop at absolutely nothing while thinking they are in the right.”
“I can only fucking hope so.”
And there it was. Elena DeDraca’s fighting spirit. Something Aaron was not ready for, neither was the rest of the roster. It was one thing to be a keyboard ninja via social media, trying so hard to get the attention of people by being a mega cunt. But a completely different scenario to stand in the ring with someone that had not forgotten any of her insults.
May this be the beginning of a journey to the core of hell. Welcome to the purgatory, bitch.