♤Mafia executive continued♤

PC's backstory 

Her eyes were dull and lifeless, her knees to her chest her short unevenly chopped brown hair falling around her as the roots of a cypress tree does in the water. Her breathing was steady but quick her arm pulseing from the recent IV that had been pulled from her arm. She was ten. She sat in a cell. She'd never known anything else. Time was something that was unknown to her but yet it was. She could count the minutes, the hours but ever need the days. She always knew when the day ended and begun because of his visits. She hated them. She lothed what they brought, but she clung to it as well. Even with a father like him she couldn't help but cling to him. He'd created her, brought into this world. Her and her many siblings, there number being exactly 47 with a batch of 105 on the way and 54 being currantly sorted. Though she knew out of the 54 only about 6 would be allowed to live and only 54 out of the 105 would survive till the sorting. It was horrible. She could hear their child screams echoing. It was horrible she'd gotten use to it. She then started counting.

"10, 9, 8, 7" here she could hear the footsteps. Destinct click clack thump, far away but drawing nearer quickly. "6, 5, 4, 3, 2-" she looked up at a middle aged man in a white lab coat that covered a crimson red Suit, that had once been stark white. "1." He smiled a fatherly smile.

"Good evening Patricia." And that's how she knew she'd be waiting for the next day to com around in exactly 8 hours and 30 minutes from when he'd leave in 10. "You did so well today sweetie."

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PC's backstory

This world is huge. Billions of people Live on this small paradise rock. But what most don't know is about 3-5% of the people on this paradise have a unnatural power. These powers are called abilities. People who have them are called abilities users. I am one of them. And that's the only reason I'm here. I stared at the space in front of me a big empty box stark white is what I stud in. But I knew this room had many secrets, and souls of unfortunate children hiden in it's walls.

"Begining test 17493 for test subject A742Z6, Patricia Catherine." A speaker blared as hiden doors reviled robots with weapons of all types. I took a breath closing my eyes as the robots charged for me, some fireing their weapon. The bullets, the missles, the throwing stars, grandes..... I could feel them inching closer to me. 5ft. 3ft. 11in. My eyes shot open as I activated my Ability. 2in. They all ricasaded away from me as my body sent off a powerful pulses of magnatisum sticking everything to the wall before they malfunction and exploded. This was normal. Nothing new. Same like yesterday.

"Begining test 17494 for test subject A742Z6, Patricia Catherine." The speaker blared again as the debris was left on the floor as armed men fild into the room. Yup, ever day was the same. Each man, or woman there was on death row, and I had been given orders to initiate everything. I sighed and sent up a silent prayer for them before activating my ability again and lifting up the fallen robots.

"Rest in peace my random people."

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PC's background

"I admire Blackwidow. The reason is simple. Cause we are the same. Well almost, she is Human and I'm- ..... I don't know if I am or not. Though in the end I'll load up on guns and bring my friends it's fun to loose and to pretend. I'm over board, self assured, I know, I know a dirty word." She smiled at the officer who sat across from her. He straighten in his chair.

"What do you mean by"same" Miss. Prime?" She paused before giving him a smile.

"Everything dear." She said leaning back. "I am basically this worlds Blackwidow. Just a bit more ....magnetizing."

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PC'S backstory

The rain brings mixed feelings to people. For some people this morning and sad to them. To others it's as if the sun was shining to them. The rain feels so peaceful and calming, wondrous and powerful to them they're left in aw of these tiny droplets that give life to the Earth.

For me I am the later. And usually on rainy days like this I'd curl up with a good movie or book on my bed or couch. But today? Today I need to visit someone I never knew, but loved with all my heart.

The familiar topping of the droplets on my umbrella was constant, sometimes it became heavier or lighter as the rain came from a heavy pore to light and back and forth. The familiar clicking of my heels on the sidewalk. The thumping of my heart in my chest as I turned into, what I had named, nightmare alley.

My heels stopped along with my heart as flashes of buried memories came to my mind like the lights of police cars. Unwanted and followed by consciquinses. I walked further into this place and stopped at a red stain on the concrete. I closed my eyes and layed a few flowers on that spot.

"Rest in peace my child." I whispered softly almost as if imy breath were the wind.

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PC'S backstory

Every year PC will bring a bouquet of flowers to the death site of her child. Though they die unborn she still goes to the alley every year and lays a bouquet of flowers over the concrete.

Purple Hyacinths which represents sorrow regret and forgiveness

Lily of the valley which represents an apology

White chrysanthemums which in Europe are commonly given at a funeral for they represent death

Daffodil flowers which represent New birth or New Life

Gardenias which is the flower that represents children

White carnations which represents mothers most commonly given on mother's Day

And finally red poppies which have also been given the symbolization of death. Are most commonly found in old war grounds so they are also given the reconciliation for war and or remembrance.

Four of the seven flowers are white and makes us standing display. All in all the bouquet means that the mother (PC) is asking for forgiveness for the death of her unborn child.