TWIST OF THE HEART

Nikita sat on the grassy hill, her long jean encased legs crossed comfortably under her. The sun felt good on her face as she took in a few long deep breaths through her nose, slowly letting it out her mouth, trying hard not to let the lingering anger she felt rush up again. The drugs had finally all but left her system that made her fall in love with Karl. He was a perverted sick monster and she shuddered wondering how even with the drug she could possibly have feelings for a man such as him. He was repulsive and amoral like his brother. Seeing him kill him with his own gun was almost repayment in itself yet she knew deep down, the business of killing she was in was not her cup of tea.

Chewing absently on a long blade of grass, she watched a flock of birds squall overhead, swooping in the sky so free. Nikita snorted to herself pushing back her long blonde hair from her eyes at the thought of freedom. She had forgotten what it felt like to wake up and feel like a normal person. There was a time when she was with Michael that she almost could make believe during their downtime that they were just another couple in the world, enjoying their love.

Nikita pulled the grass from her mouth and tossed it away and adjusted her glasses, feeling a fresh surge of pain at his blatant betrayal. Using her like them came as a surprise to her and when he had entered Madeline’s office, she lost her temper completely. The resounding smack of her hand contacting his face echoed in her mind, loud and hard like a gunshot. His eyes seemed sad, yet he had held his ground, remaining the ever silent and stoic operative Section was so proud of. Nikita recalled her harsh words to him and swallowed hard, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears behind the dark lenses of her glasses. At that moment, as tired and hurt as she was, she almost felt total hatred towards him.

The emotion had relented with the week that had passed yet she had refused to see him during her downtime. He had come to her apartment 3 times, each time; his voice begged her to allow him in. Each time, she leaned against the door, fist held firmly over her mouth as she cried silent tears, willing him to leave before she foolishly gave in. Her prayers had been answered each time and she was grateful she had found the strength to refuse him for once. He had to learn she had been betrayed one too many times by him. There was no reason why he couldn’t have let her know of their methods, allowing her the chance to make the mission work with her faculties intact. It was almost as if they didn’t have confidence in her work. Strangely, Nikita almost felt offended by that. That alone was devastating to her for it meant she was becoming one of them.

Nikita again shuddered and got to her feet, brushing off any grass from her behind as she sauntered down the hill towards the main park. The sight of an ice cream vendor had caught her attention giving her a craving for some chocolate. Approaching the older man, Nikita pulled out some change from her purse and smiled.

Hello. She greeted him, her eys scanning the small menu of flavors in case there was something better then chocolate.

Hello. What can I get you today? The man answered cheerily wiping his hands on his small apron.

Nikita bit her lip, scanning over the fancy array of flavors with interest. Well, with a choice like these, its hard… umm,,,, how about a double scoop of bubblegum splash?

The man nodded and reached for a cone flipping open the glass top of the refrigerator case. Excellent choice indeed. That will be $1.25 He said as he portioned out 2 large scoops onto the cone.

Exchanging goods, Nikita smiled and licked the sweet coldness contentedly and walked on down towards the huge fountain where some children played. Their squeals of laughter were like music to her hurt soul and she plonked down on a bench happily watching their antics.

Michael stood just behind the tree, his green eyes observing her with a longing even he didn’t want to acknowledge. He had felt terrible when she had found out of Sections motives but even worse knowing he had been a active participant in it. He loved her more then he thought possible. A thought that had bothered him to the point of sleepless nights and less then perfect performances on missions. He knew it was merely business and would have wisely let it go had the tables been turned, but unlike him, she had a soul left. His soul was something he kept locked away like a bad dream. To do anything else was frankly too frightening for him. Being in her life, to have her love was something he could never truly allow himself to believe he deserved. The consequences were many problems between them and up until now, problems they always managed to solve. This time might not be as easy.

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