"NICK!"

Her scream caught his attention, and he gasped, holding out his protective arms to catch her fatigued form, picking her up bridal-style and carrying her behind the tall bushes nearby a clump of densely-green trees. He set her down, and he looked down into her eyes, seeing she was distressed and frantic.

"You have to help me! Please!" she begged tearfully. He held her close, ducking on the ground with her as he wrapped his arms around her, lulling her to silence.

"Shh, shh," he said. "I'm here, Elina."

"He's gone crazy, Nick. Totally insane. He's officially snapped!" she panted, jittery and afraid of the situation.

"What did he do?" he asked.

"No time to explain," she replied, taking heavy breaths to get air back into her system.

Rapidly-moving footsteps made a sound near the bushes, and Elina gasped in fright, clutching onto Nick's letter jacket. His blue eyes widened in wonder, peering out to see Jimmy running down the way, slowing down a few yards away from the bushes and calling out for his daughter. Nick was particularly disturbed by what he heard, and Elina was extremely embarrassed. He was loud enough to wake up a neighborhood.

"Elina! ELINA! My love! Come back! Please!"

"What?! What the hell?" Nick hissed, looking at Elina, whose fiery gaze looked at him in horror.

"Nick, he's crazy," she said frantically before gulping.

"I'll say!" he replied forcefully. "We need to get the police."

"No," Elina protested. "I will deal with him myself."

"No, Elina," he said looking down at her frantically, his eyes panicking.

"Damn it, Nick!"

He hissing caught Jimmy's attention, and as they heard the approaching footsteps, Nick and Elina ran rapidly up the hill of the woodsy part of Jupiter, tree branches hitting them as they ran up—her father was running not far behind, and when she tripped over a rock, she screamed out. Before Nick could help her back to her feet, Jimmy grabbed her arm and pulled her up. When she saw him, she noticed that thick chunks of flesh had been charred off his arms and upper chest, and his clothing was tattered and singed from the fires of her power.

"AHHHH! LET GO OF ME!" she screamed. Nick stepped in, grabbing Elina's waist and pulling her away from her father, making him let go instantly.

"Elina! Come back!" he scolded.

"Never," she hissed. "You sick, loathsome freak."

"DON'T CALL ME A FREAK!" Jimmy shouted, charging at Nick instead as if to attack him with his deformed hands held out in front of him.

Elina gasped as she watched Nick struggle and fight back; Jimmy had punched him twice in the face at the beginning of their struggle, and the teenaged boy had a bloody lip. Nick did all he could—kicked, punched, shoved—but Jimmy seemed to have the upper hand. He always was a tough man to beat in a fight, but the moment Nick realized he was lucky to grab a rock, he took it and slammed it right into the crook of his neck where his skull met his spine, knocking him down and weakening him. Elina concentrated, trying to calm herself down, and lifted her father off the ground telekinetically and waited a few moments before knocking him into a tree. Nick now knew of her powers.

"Elina…what the…"

They both looked at Jimmy, who was badly bruised, burned, and unable to move as quickly as he did. His deep, brown eyes gazed up at Elina, who recognized his powerlessness, and crouched down before him to gaze into his eyes fervently and triumphantly. She noticed him breathing, and her messy, platinum hair was disheveled and ruined.

"Elina," he muttered, holding his side in pain as he groaned. "Don't hurt me."

"Oh, I won't hurt you," she said cynically, kissing his forehead gently and sighing. She then whispered menacingly. "I will kill you."

"No."

The fear was evident as Jimmy gazed up into the eyes of his ethereally-beautiful, powerful daughter—life seemed to flash before him in a glance as she stood up. Memories of his mother, Ethel, ran through his mind. Memories of his late wife, Britta, and the first time he laid eyes on her sped through his consciousness. Memories of the exodus of the freaks to South Carolina to a farm ran in another direction. Memories of death, loss, and grief, especially with his wife's death, made him cry. He felt the tears stream down his face, sighing softly as he finally felt the guilt that was long overdue. How could he have set eyes on his own daughter for love and intimacy? How could he have taken advantage of her innocence for his own selfishness and desire of being with a woman like Britta? How could he have said he loved her when in reality, he was abusing her? How could he have allowed himself to snap?

"I'm sorry," he muttered.

"It's too late. Damage is done," Elina said remorseless. "A kiss for road is all you'll get from me. Plus, I know mamma is waiting for you on the other side. I…" She paused. "I think she's quite mad at you for what you've done. Fucking your own daughter…the nerve! Well, goodbye, daddy…it's been a slice."

Letting forbidden urges run through her very being, she concentrated on her father's distressed facial expression as he gripped his chest and began to breathe heavily. He was gasping for air, gripping his chest tighter and tighter until he couldn't anymore. His face began to turn blue, and the last person he looked at was Elina; her beauty was deadly, as were her powers. Once he stopped breathing and moving, she looked down at him for a moment to admire what she had done. She had defeated what held her back, and felt good about it. Nick, still standing nearby, was horrified, but watched as fire suddenly consumed Jimmy's body—it was slow at first but Elina controlled it in such a way that it melted him like a birthday candle and that the tree trunk he was propped against didn't catch fire. She watched as he turned to ash, not a tear to her eye, not a single sense of remorse. It was over.

"Elina."

Her father was now a mass of ashes, but she turned around to see a horrified expression on Nick's face. His clear, blue eyes turned cloudy, his lip was bloodied from her father beating him, and his dark blonde hair had hints of blood in it toward the hairline. He gulped and took a step back; Elina scoffed at him and chuckled.

"I'm not going to hurt you," she said.

"Y-You killed him!" he exclaimed in shock.

"Shh." She concentrated on him, manipulating him enough to make him stay. Nick stood there, and repeated himself.

"You killed him, Elina. Why? How did you—"

"Shh!" She put a finger to her lips, and he was instantly silent. "Listen to my voice."

"Alright," Nick replied.

"Sit down," she ordered.

The two sat on the grassy terrain of the woodsy part of town, feeling the blades of verdant vegetation tickle them as they sat Indian-style on the ground. Nick peered over at her as she took his hand and held it. He suddenly saw a white light in their clasped handlock, and it traveled up to the body parts her father had beaten on him. His lip, bloody as it was, patched up within minutes, and Elina licked her thumb to wipe the blood off his face. Bruises were also healed in the process, and by the time she stopped concentrating and putting her powers into him, he was fully recovered to perfection.

"Elina, what did you do?" he asked her. She sighed gently and looked at him, her hazel-green eyes staring at him intently.

"You are healed. Now I will heal your mind." She straightened her posture and sat in such a way that her lap could be fully accessible; she gestured him to rest his head on her lap, and without question, he did. Elina looked down into his eyes, running her fingers through his hair as she concentrated on him.

"Ready?" she asked.

"Yes," he replied.

An amalgam of indigo and black energy formed in her hands upon rubbing them together to create friction, placing her hands on the top of his head as she concentrated. She did not want him being traumatized by what he had seen, so she made up her mind to just wipe his memory out of that specific event. The moon was waning, high in the sky, and it reflected on Elina's hair like a mirror. She stared down into his eyes, concentrating as she muttered words over him like a witch in ritual.

"You will fall asleep." His eyes blinked and the clarity in their blue color became even cloudier.

"You will remember nothing."

His eyes grew heavy as he licked his lips.

"You will remember nothing."

He took a breath and closed his eyes.

"You will remember nothing."

He was out cold, not even the warm, night air to revive him back to consciousness.

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