FRANKENSTEIN
45 | Jolene.

IN a quick fluent motion, I was sitting upright on the operating table. On the other side of the room, Carlisle and Patrick were talking in hushed tones pointing to multiple pictures of my brain.

Looking down I noticed my clothes had been changed, I was wearing the usual white standard clothing from SHARE. I was confused, I remembered everything, I am Jolene. However, I felt different. Different than the last I remembered being myself, which was right before I died. I felt stronger, faster, and many more explainable oddities. I still remembered everything I did as Frankie, my love for Aro being top.

My head felt free, it felt good. Before it was like a constant pressure, but now it was just free. I guess before it didn't bother me much, because I had known nothing else other than the pressure. Now, I don't think I could ever go back to that pressure.

My eyes caught sight of someone standing beside the doorway looking out. It was a man dressed in clothing from the 1600's. Oh yes, I had almost forgotten of my ability - I suppose the chip that was in my head, was blocking the part of the brain that controlled my medium abilities. I watched the man look around sadly, before he began walking out of the room. I could sense his want to move on, and I felt a strong urge to help him.

I couldn't do that though, I had stuff I had to sort out here. Suddenly, my thoughts went to Maverick. My brother, whom I loved, the one who sacrificed himself for me. I had to see him, he was here. My emotions took a sharp turn to the left, when a rush of sadness flowed through me. He sacrificed himself for me, and I did nothing to help him.

Before I could comprehend anything, my mind became a swarm of different thoughts when I remembered, I was in paradise. I was in Heaven, in the place where all was right. I was with the lord, and in complete peace. It was so beautiful, why was I back? How could my uncle do that to me, take me away from such a thing. It was against nature, this should be a crime. I should have stayed dead, how dare he bring me back!

A violent anger erupted in me, something dangerous, untamed. All this anger was directed straight at my uncle. What was happening to me?

I began breathing heavy, trying to calm myself to no avail. Everything item in the room began shaking harshly, as my body trembled. My uncle took away everything from me, heaven, my family, my name, my memories, he took away my life! I will never forgive him. Slowly, I turned my head to look at the two doctors who stood looking around the shaking room in confusion.

Patrick turned to look at me, his eyes widening. "You're awake!"

Carlisle followed Patrick's lead and looked at me, his eyes growing in size too. I watched as he looked around in confusion, before taking a deep inhale of the air. He looked at me in shock, shaking his head.

"Your eyes are black." I barely heard Carlisle mutter, with my enhanced hearing.

I payed no mind to that though, keeping a cold glare at my uncle.

"You son of a bitch!" I roared, jumping at him.

No one had time to process anything, as I was on top of Patrick pinning him to the ground. My hands strangled his neck, as I attempted murdering him.

"You took me from paradise, I'll kill you!" I screamed, my voice raw with emotion.

I could feel Carlisle's hands on my shoulder's. He began trying to pry me from him, but I wouldn't budge.

"I hate you!" I screamed. "You took away my family, my name, my dignity, you took everything. You deserve a fate worse than death!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

"Laura!" Carlisle yelled, even with his vampire strength - he couldn't get me off of Patrick.

Laura ran in, in a matter of seconds. She helped Carlisle, the both of them together were beginning to get me off of him. Finally, their strength outmatched my own and I was pulled away. Carlisle held me as I fought against his grip to get to Patrick, kicking and screaming.

Patrick was on the ground gasping for air, as Laura began coaxing him. Carlisle wrestled me down to the operating table, strapping me in. I screamed, trying to rip the restraints off.

"You need to calm down, Frankie!" Carlisle yelled.

My eyes blazed even angrier at the name.

"My name is not, Frankie!" I screamed, thrashing about.

Tears leaked from my eyes, as yells left me.

"Why are her eyes black, Carlisle?" Laura demanded as she helped Patrick into a sitting position. "This is exactly what happened in the car a few months ago."

"I don't know." He admitted, looking back to me concerned.

The room seemed to rattle even more. With a deep breath, my eyes darted to the door of the room. The restraints began unraveling themselves from my wrist and ankles on it's own accord. Carlisle looked at them, taking a breath as he looked to me pleadingly.

"You don't want to do this. You and I know deep down that you'll regret it. This is just your anger taking over, I imagine without the chip your emotions are bouncing all over." Carlisle said reasoning, trying to sway my decision.

In a way he was truthful, I was just experiencing something alike to mental breakdown. I didn't really want Patrick dead, though the idea did seem appealing. Patrick had just managed to stand up, looking to me with frightened eyes. Just as the restraints were off, and I sat up - ready to attack again, alarms began going off.

Carlisle and Laura looked around in confusion, Patrick only shook his head - stressing out. He looked around giving out a frustrated yell. "I don't have time for this, right now!"

"What's going on, Patrick?" Laura asked.

"Those alarms, only go off when an prisoner escaped. The only prisoner we have is Maverick, he's been brainwashed by HYDRA. He's no doubt trying escape and get back to them." Patrick groaned out.

"Shit." Laura said, rushing out of the room - obviously trying to catch him.

My emotions came off of the anger I was feeling toward Patrick and went back to the want to see my brother. He didn't remember me, maybe I could make him though. Patrick predicting my next moves turned to me furiously.

"No, do not leave this room." He said.

"Why?" I challenged.

"You're father, Hadlee, and Donica are out there. They were only here visiting Maverick, they cannot know about you." He said, giving me a warning glance.

"Fuck you." I hissed at him, my feet moving taking me out of the room.

"Jolene!" I could hear him yell for me, me only ignoring him.

I ran down the hallways, seeing almost no agents whatsoever. That was odd there was always agents, so that must've mean't they were all fighting my brother. HYDRA turned him into one of those brainless super soldiers, I already knew it.

My white shoes hit the floor loudly as I ran, my ears following the noise of fighting. Soon I came upon a horrible sight. There he was in all his glory Maverick Carson, fighting off an agent. The agent barely even lasted a second, before Maverick killed him. My eyes watered as I wanted more than anything to hug him, but I knew if I did that he'd only attack me. Right now, he recognized no one.

"Maverick, stop this!" I very familiar voice, that I had missed so much yelled.

I watched in awe as my oldest sister, Donica jumped on Maverick's back. He flipped her over, kicking her in the stomach before moving onto another agent who attempted to attack him. His fighting technique's were so much more powerful and clean since I last saw him, this no doubt being the work of HYDRA.

"I'm sorry, son." I heard an equally as familiar voice say.

My head snapped to my left where my father stood, with an expensive suit on. My dad pressed a button on his watch, and I watched in shock as it formed a robotic hand. He updated his robotic suits since I last saw him, that was a fact. Then again, it's been about a year and half since I last laid eyes on my immediate family.

He jumped in front of Maverick, and sent some sort of shock wave toward him. Maverick cringed, before giving my dad a cold look. This was so different than what I was used to with him, Maverick was always so warm and inviting. Never cold. Maverick's eyes shone with a glaze as if he wasn't thinking, only doing.

Maverick pulled a gun out of his pants, and shot an agent who was approaching his left. My dad, took this to his advantage and ran at Maverick. He successfully got the gun out of Maverick's hands, but was sent flying back as Maverick pushed him with a large amount of strength. So large, that it wasn't natural - it was like mine. HYDRA had to have given him something for strength like mine.

As soon as my dad was on the ground, Hadlee came out of no where and kicked him. She ducked a blow he was sending her, taking a step back. Laura came and kneed him in the stomach, then punched him in the balls as hard as possible. Maverick shook off these blows, with an angered expression.

Hadlee came again and kicked him in the head. He staggered a bit before catching her leg as she went to kick him again. She got a panicked expression as he took her leg and flipped her onto the ground harshly. She let out a pained groan from the ground.

Laura saw this, and snuck up behind him. Maverick was tall, around six foot. That was both an advantage and disadvantage when it came to fighting. Laura was shorter than him, and used his height to her advantage. She was quickly able to get her leg around him, and flip herself so she was on his shoulders. Her body was facing his front, and it almost looked sexual - if not for the fact that she was repeatedly punching him trying to knock him out.

This was to no avail as Maverick was barely he fazed by these punches. He pushed her form onto a wall, and wrapped his hand around her neck in a choke hold just as I had done with Patrick. Her face began turning red, from lack of oxygen.

"You could at least recognize me." She got out, her voice barely above a whisper.

His face remained stoic though. It was then I looked around and saw no more agents coming, and my dad and sisters on the ground. He would kill Laura if I didn't step in. I held a determined expression and made my way to him.

Let's see who the better fighter was out of the two of us. We both had advanced strength, speed, and senses and mutations of our own. He could teleport and shock, while I had telekinesis and my benefits as being a medium. They're certain things that come with being a medium, such as speaking with dead -obviously-, interfering with magnetic and electric waves, astral projection, and my personal favorite crossing over to Death's land. Speaking of Death, I'm surprised he's okay with me being alive. There was more, but it was all little things that held no importance.

With no hesitation, I kicked Maverick harshly in the arm. He immediately let go of Laura and turned to me. For just a second I swore I saw his eyes light up in recognition before it was flushed away.

I kicked him twice in the stomach, ducking as he tried to punch me. I could hear Laura gasping for breath as she looked to me.

"Jolene!" Donica's voice yelled in confusion, breaking.

I turned to look at her, seeing her standing next to Hadlee and my dad who looked equally as shell-shocked. That moment's distraction was enough for Maverick to gain the upper hand. He punched me in the stomach harshly, sending me flying back a few feet. I landed on the floor with a 'thud'. I groaned slightly, looking up. My eyes widened when I saw Maverick running away.

I was surprised he didn't try to kill me, that's when I knew my brother was still in there somewhere. If I was anyone else he would have finished me off, but he simply left. I wasted no time in using my enhanced speed and jumping over his running figure. I landed a few feet in front of him, giving him a knowing look.

"I know you're in there somewhere, Maverick. I'm just going to need to find you." I told him, delivering a kick to his stomach.

He bent over in pain, while I wasted no time in kicking him in the side. I ducked as he whipped his arm out trying to punch me. Just as he brought his arm back, I grabbed it and spun him around me. I kneed him, but he only cringed before throwing himself backward. This caused for the both of us to go flying a few feet back, flipping in the air.

As soon as we landed, he punched me in the face - causing a hiss of pain to escape me. I replied by punching him back, twice as hard. His head went up, giving me the advantage. I slid on my knee, and brought my right leg up in a clean powerful kick. The force at which I kicked him, caused him to go flying into a wall. The wall cracked under him.

He got up with an angered expression, and quickly shook his head in taunting way. Before I knew it he disappeared and reappeared right behind me. He shoved me forward causing me to loose my balance and begin to fall. Just as I was about to hit the ground, a harsh punch was delivered to my stomach causing me to go backward.

I tried to kick him, but he teleported to my side and kicked me. I let out a noise of pain, as he once again teleported and delivered a harsh blow to my head. He disappeared reappearing right in front of me. He kept on with this tactic, until finally he jumped on me knocking me to the ground. He straddled my waist, pinning me to the ground. His hands were on my neck, but he didn't squeeze. It took me a second to realize he was hesitating. He didn't want to kill me, I could see the conflict in his eyes. Every ounce of instinct was telling him to kill me, yet he couldn't. He couldn't kill any of us. Not Donica, not Hadlee, not my dad, not me.

"There's a reason you can't kill me." I told him, earning a mean look in return.

"Keep talking, and I will." He bluffed.

"It's because I'm your baby sister. I know you remember, think." I told him. "Maverick." I pleaded.

"Who the hell is Maverick?" He sneered.

"Family means no one get's left behind, or forgotten." I told him. "This is for your own good."

In a matter of seconds, I sent Maverick flying off of me and to the clear other side of the room. An idea hit me suddenly, quickly I turned to look where my family stood - still looking at me in awe.

"Hadlee," I looked at her, with an idea. "Get through Maverick's thick skull." I smiled, knowing this would work.

Hadlee wiped the confusion away, and suddenly she understood what I mean't. "Cover your ears." She told us all, me not hesitating in doing just that.

She looked to Maverick's form, as he started walking to me fiercely. With a deep breathe, she got a focused looked in her eye. She tilted her head, as she opened her mouth wide. My body trembled as a loud, powerful, voice rang out.

"MAVERICK!" Her voice shook the entire building, as she wailed our brother's name.

He crouched down, covering his ears in pain from the impossibly loud tone she screamed at him. I thought it was bad, I could only imagine how Maverick felt - considering her scream was directed at him. I knew right away, it got through to him - as he eyes suddenly gained recognition through the pain. He slid back a few feet, as did I at the velocity of Hadlee's voice.

When Hadlee wanted something, she got it.

As soon as it was ended, Maverick crumpled to the ground looking to us all. "Dad? Donica, Hadlee, Jolene?" His voice cracked as he looked to us all.

Hadlee, Donica, and dad were at his sides, comforting him. However, half way through Hadlee looked to me. She slowly walked away from Maverick, her eyes tearing up as her breath got shallow.

"This isn't possible. You're dead, I was at your funeral." She began to hyperventilate, tears falling down her face.

Donica and dad looked my way as well, their faces contorted into disbelief as tears gathered around their eyes.

"JoJo?" Donica cried, shaking her head.

My dad only grabbed his head, continuing to look at me as if I'd disappear.

"Frankie!" Patrick came down the hallway, with Carlisle by his side. "What have you done?" He whispered hoarsely, when he saw us all together.

My dad seemed to put two and two together, before he looked to his younger brother coolly. "The real question is, what have you done?" My dad coldly said to Patrick.

I didn't bother correcting him on my name this time. Patrick know's my name, and if he still chooses to address by a fake name - which he gave. Well, that was his choice, but I no longer held any respect toward the man I once thought of as a second father.

~

"I should have you arrested for this." My father hissed, poking my uncle harshly in the chest.

We were all sat in the operating room once more, as Patrick explained everything to my family. My siblings all refused to leave my side; Hadlee, surprisingly being the most attached. It was clear that my death on top of Maverick's disappearance broke her.

Patrick just finished explaining, while Carlisle stood to the side with Laura. They both gave him angered expressions, Carlisle shaking his head in disappointment.

"Arrest me? I don't understand why all of you are so angry! I brought her back from the dead!" Patrick exclaimed in disbelief. "If it weren't for me, Jolene wouldn't even be here right now!" He yelled at my dad.

"That's not the part I'm pissed about! I'm angry because you allowed for my daughter, to go a year and a half without a memory of who she is! I'm angry that you kept her from us, and had no intentions of ever telling me!" My dad yelled right back. "If you can't see how incredibly fucked up that is, than I don't know what to tell you!" My dad hissed, getting straight in the Patrick's face.

"Fine, you want an apology - I'll give you one. I am sorry, for bringing your daughter back to life, and doing what was best for her and SHARE." Patrick said, sarcastically.

"What was best for her!" My dad roared, being held back by Maverick.

Maverick had been in shock, for the past few minutes. Most likely everything catching up to him. The fact that he had been brainwashed into a soldier, and the fact that I died was a lot to take in.

Without the chip in my head I felt odd. Like I could do anything, and come out on top. I had knowledge that I didn't even know I had. And, most of all I could see the world how it was. I could see the spirits who roam around aimlessly, I could feel it all. The gravity holding me down, the Earth rotating. Hell, I could feel the UV rays hitting us all.

However, I had a deep sadness. Sadness that I was pulled from paradise. What is dead, should stay dead. No exceptions. In the entirety of my life, I had actually encountered Death himself. He came to me, he was curious of my connection to the dead.

He didn't wear a dark cloak, and he wasn't a skeleton who held a Scythe. No, he came as a handsome man in his twenties, wearing an expensive suit. I can remember exactly what he looked like because he was so handsome - it was impossible to forget. His beauty was equivalent to a vampire's, only less pale - and without the odd eyes. I personally expected him to be pale, but he was not. He was tanned, with dark hair, and friendly brown eyes.

He was the opposite of scary, a bit of a softy in fact. Death was polite, and flashed me award winning smiles that nearly made me swoon. I was only five years old when he visited me, so I guess you could say I developed a childish crush on him. He told me he was impressed with my talents, and that I was his 'favorite medium yet'. He was happy when I showcased my power to force a spirit to move on into the afterlife.

He visited a few times when I was younger, always playing with me. My mother walked in on us playing one time, but was confused as I was the only one who could see him - she thought he was an imaginary friend. The last time he visited me was when I was six, I was sad when he left - but he told me to keep doing what I was doing. Despite his friendly nature he was strict on one rule. 'What is dead, stay's dead'.

"Let me get this straight." Donica started. "You brought my sister back to life a year and a half ago, refused to inform us. Now, she has the capability to move things with her mind, she doesn't age, and you just recently removed chip from her head that had the power to practically control her?" She asked my uncle with raised brows.

"Yes, that pretty much covers it." He nodded.

Donica slapped her hands to her thighs in disbelief. "Does that not sound at all wrong to you?"

My father removed himself from Maverick, fixing his suit. He turned to Carlisle with an impassive look.

"I'm going to take it as you didn't know about this?" He questioned Carlisle.

"No, Mr. Carson. I didn't." He softly replied.

"Well, you seem like an alright dude, call me Anthony." He shook hands with Carlisle, visibly flinching at his temperature.

"Carlisle." He smiled back.

Patrick decided to go look at other X-ray photo's silently. A second after he was looking at a certain photo, he turned to me in shock. Everyone gave him a questioning look, as his mouth fell agape.

"Did you have sex in Italy?" He bluntly stated, earning a series of gasp's.

"Nope, I am not hearing about my sister's sex life."  Maverick placed his finger's in his ear.

"Hadlee and Donica patted me on the back, while my father nearly had a heart attack. Laura and Carlisle only shook their head, giving Patrick a look.

"I don't think that's any of your business." I retorted, my facing flushing.

"I knew you and that Aro guy were looking at each other weird. He's like twenty-eight, that's way too old!" Patrick cried.

"You had sex with someone who's almost thirty!" My dad exclaimed, his mouth falling open.

"No! He's only twenty-five! Plus, technically I'm nineteen."

"That isn't any better you don't age, you're still seventeen!" Maverick yelled, "It's not even legal!"

"Well it is in Italy, I think!" I defended, before sighing. "Listen, I love him, okay. I would really appreciate it if you guy's could get over the age, and just try to accept it. He means more than you know to me." I pleaded.

My father and brother sighed in defeat, sluggishly nodding their head.

"Now that I think about it, I'm surprised Aro didn't come." Carlisle gave me a knowing look.

That was basically short for, 'how did leave, without him knowing?'

"Yeah, well he kind of doesn't know." I awkwardly scratched the back of my head. "He was out on business okay!" I defended weakly at the look he was giving me.

"You do realize that as soon as he figures out your're gone, he's going to come after you, right?" Carlisle said, crossing his arms.

"Yes, and I'm excited for when he does!" I smiled.

I truly was ready for him to come and see who I really am. Meet my family. Then again he'll probably be really upset that I left the country. He was already really angry when he left, I could only imagine his fury when he returns to see I'm gone.

"On a happier note, your mom is on her way here." My dad came over and wrapped a hand around my waist.

"I feel like this calls for some jams." Hadlee skipped over to her phone.

Within minutes my siblings were rocking out to 'my song'. One of my all time favorites, the song I also happened to be named after. 'Jolene'. My father smiled at us, along with Carlisle, while my uncle only shook his head. Laura had taken it upon herself to join our small Choir. I was over the moon about seeing my mother, I just hoped she'll be as excited to see me.