Too tempting not to touch [Maria]

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small bag of dog food was clasped in one of Roderich’s hands, the other holding a smaller bouquet of flowers that he had struggled; yet succeeded in growing within the inside of his apartment. His shoes crunched against the new snow, as he made his way to his desired destination; though it was one that he had never wished to be in the first place.

A large cast iron fence surrounded his destination; an ornate gate positioned beautifully and artistically at the entrance with a small plaque to it’s side.

Pet Cemetery; for those smaller members that live forever in our hearts.

Roderich sighed, pushing open the gate and walking to the place he had visited often over the past month. He couldn’t believe they were gone. It felt like only yesterday that they were curling up in front of the fire in the hearth room. He sighed all the same, approaching the gravestones.

Hansel and Gretel; friends forever; you will be dearly missed.

Roderich set most of the flowers down along with the dog food. He pulled the three flowers he had kept out and rolled the stem between his fingers gently. He needed these for a living being. His first two fingers touched his lips as he then touch them to the headstone; as a simple goodbye.

It was time to move on. Time to find another thing to care about; something to drive him. Hansel and Gretel wouldn’t want him grieving. They had lived full lives. He turned curtly from the headstones and began to walk out of the cemetery. His next destination was far more… dark.

Word of mouth had spread that a sickness had spread about the underground. A handful of mutants had gotten seriously sick; and Roderich hoped to be a remedy. He glanced at the flowers in his hand. He hoped these would brighten their day. In about half of an hour; Roderich was in front of the entrance that he had wanted to be.

The underground. A hated, dejected place that civilians said held dangerous monsters. Roderich wouldn’t have doubted it if bedtime stories were told here about mutants escaping to keep children from misbehaving. With a couple boxes, Roderich shook his head and began to descend the stairs into the abyss like underground.

It seemed to go on forever. Endless stairs for an endless amount of time. That was until he reached the underground halls. First to stop by the male’s cells; dropping off a bit of medication and a flower before heading to the females. It had been said she was the worst of the three; illness wise.

Within another half of an hour, a box of medicine and a flower were sitting in Horatio and Francis’ cells as Roderich’s heels clicked down the hall. He didn’t need a thank you. No one deserved to be treated like an animal, they were humans.

It wasn’t long until he stopped in front of the cell he was looked for. Inside, was a fully clothed woman, with messy dark curls. He took in a breath before unlocking the door. The latch thunked and then the door slid open with an eerie shriek as Roderich stood in the doorway. He wasn’t going to intrude on her space; even though no one would have punished him for it.

”May I come in..? I have a bit of something that will help you to feel better.”

She was a human. She had rights in his mind. It was morally wrong to do this, and Roderich would try everything in his power to make her feel like she wasn’t a monster. 

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tags: Maria I. Sanchez
word count: 647
notes: a bit of kindness is shown to the mutants; don't get caught Roderich

by worldie for steph

[Maria I. Sanchez]

I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head 970 WORDS @stephanie omg. i'm sorry this took forever.

She coughed pitifully and tried not to throw up because of it. It hurt. She wasn’t even entirely sure how she had gotten this Godforsaken illness. She was never around the others. No sick guards had been placed on her. One night, she had gone to sleep freezing. Her small frame shook with the thought of being frozen. Her teeth clattered, but she withdrew herself into her clothes. Maria was an expert at making herself smaller than she actually was. She pulled her hands in from her sleeves and wrapped them around her stomach, trying to keep all the warmth in so that it wouldn’t escape her. She pulled her legs up into the weird pants they made them wear, trying and failing to let them aid her. That was fine. She could curl up into a ball, and it would almost be the same thing. Next to her, Matthew laughed. It wasn’t her Mateo – it wasn’t the adult she had thought she’d never see again. It was the child so…was it really him, or was it his brother? The laughs were kind of similar. Matthew’s was quieter, but everything seemed loud to her. Her head throbbed more than her heart did when they forced her to run and fight. It also felt like it was on fire. It was like an oven was breathing at her, punishing her for letting the empanadas de mermelada stay too long. Her fingers ached and wished to be drawn free from the gloves they made her wear. Sometimes, she yanked them out and pressed them against her freezing stomach or her dirty, numb feet. He would visit her. He had promised he wouldn’t abandon her. It was the ray of hope that she had to believe in. She wouldn’t be left alone, locked away in this filthy cell until she was somewhat presentable. No one wanted a sick mutant. Well, to be fair, no one wanted her, but that was such a terrible, pessimistic thought that Maria liked to shove it into the far corner of her mind with all the other things she wasn’t sure were true and forget about it. Matthew wouldn’t abandon her, not after the church. She just had to wait and believe that he would come. It wasn’t a figment of her imagination. It was hard to tell what was hers and what belonged to someone else. But, there were certain things that she knew to be true. Her father and her mother loved her, even if they hadn’t wanted her around for being a mutant. This was true. She had met and befriended some of the other mutants; they weren’t just her friend so she could take away the bad memories. No one wanted their minds tampered with. This was also true. Lastly, she was sick and was very much in danger of dying from…whatever it is this was. If they had wanted to sell her, if they had wanted to make money off of her, then this was a terrible way to go about it. She could barely move off the little cot that was her bed, her desk, her everything. Even she moved even a little, it was like the entire room – the entire world – moved with her. How was Maria supposed to fight like this? How was she even supposed to stand up and crawl over to the edge of the cell where they pushed what little rations she needed to keep her alive. She’d all but roll off the bed and crawl in whatever direction she could make heads or tails out of and kind of drag herself along. If they were nice enough, they kicked the tray or threw the food so that it was closer. Who cared if it was dirty? All that had been missing was the need for the food to match the rest of the atmosphere. Maria’s coughs kind of sounded like they were sob, now that she thought about it. They came fast and uncontrollably. She had no mucus to cough up, so sometimes all she had was whatever was in her stomach. Most of the time it was acid, and she was afraid that her already terrible teeth were going to get worse. What is she looked like her old, Aunt Sofia without any teeth? Maybe then would they put her out of her misery, but, no, she couldn’t do that because Mateo would miss her. She had to keep it together. Maybe that was why, when she heard the door lurched, she forced herself into a sitting position though the room punished her for it. She pushed her hands through her sleeved and forced them to grip onto the edge of the bed so that she wouldn’t topple over and fall. “Mateo?” She breathed, trying to focus on whoever it was. But, no, that wasn’t quite right. The accent was too different. “Te dije no.” She reprimanded softly, not entirely sure she wasn’t just talking to herself. “You no come here; too dangerous.” On the count of three, she told herself, fully prepared to stand up and not fall backwards onto the bed. She receited the numbers in Spanish dutifully, shifting her weight onto her feet slowly to get accustomed to it. Once her eyes focused, the person in front of her became very clear. It was not Matthew. It wasn’t even one of the guards. It was someone unfamiliar, but, no! She was too sick to go out there! They couldn’t make her fight like this, right? She would just throw up all over her opponent, and how would that help them any? “I-no, sorry.” She shook her head, swallowing the lump in her throat and meaning to take a step backward but not finding any of the energy to do it. “Away, please.”

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