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          LILY DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO THINK OF RUVIK. She knew he was like her, used by Mobius; scarred by their experiments. She knew he, too, had been gifted as she was, and had been rescued by her father. But that was where her knowledge of the older man ended, perhaps for good reason. Sebastian trusted him to be alone with his daughter, and that was enough for her. At least for now.

She was putty in his hands as he knelt behind her, adjusted her posture. He knew how to use these gifts; he had far more practice than she did. Although his abilities had not always been used for good– at least not according to her father– he knew more than Sebastian did. He would be a good teacher. He would be what she needed.

The tip of her tongue sticking out between her lips, Lily shifted her feet. Shoulders width apart, jaw squared. A formidable little opponent, and every bit her father’s daughter. If she needed to put more strength into it, then she would. She would try. 

Her hand shifted, moving so the palm was up, fingers curled. She lined the bottom of the dryer up with the tips of her fingertips and took a deep breath. It was now or never. Her hand began to tremble as she lifted, but so did the rusted machine. Inch by inch it left the ground, until it was hovering a foot from the soiled dirt. 

It wavered, then fell, and so did Lily’s hand. A grunt escaped. 

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“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. You make it look so easy.”

        a novice in her craft ; almost saddening to witness.  however, could blame be found in her   one so young knows not how to control what was gifted to her,  and with none to teach her,  the burden falls onto him.  her focus is clear, and while heavy machine moves ( albeit, whining in protest ) it does not move far,  falling to the ground with a loud bang.  it was still moderately impressive ;  the girl prior to this could only move it a few inches from fresh soil,  and now,  a foot.  a hum sounds low in the depths of his throat, posture straightening as he stands above her.  the best way to teach was to lead by example.  

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     arm raises, digits slightly curled, relaxed.  tension and focus had no longer been a problem, and to move immobile objects was as simple as breathing to him, now ; something done absently, something done near naturally.  same machine budges only slightly at first, before ascending a foot, two, three, more. it is easily thrown into a collection of other discarded materials, hand now still at his side.  cold eyes fall onto her, almost scrutinizing ;  why could she not replicate something so simple  granted, she was young – a fresh body with little mental expeirence – but this was childs’ play.  even children of horror films had a fine grasp on their abilities by the very end, after only weeks of use. 

                                     ‘  in time, you may be skilled. ’  

       but now, she was nothing ; of no use to him.  potential was had to be a weapon against mobius, a tool to bring about their ruination – yet, in the stages of infancy, she was no better than a helpless fawn.  should that wretched organization realize her capability, she would, in no time, be snuffed out and fated to be only a victim to their cruelty.  as he had once been himself. 

 

YOU'RE MINE.


IND. PVT. SEL.
RUBEN 'RUVIK' VICTORIANO of Tango Gameworks' The Evil Within
As told by mortis