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Lexa kept her expression neutral as his words flowed over her, but there was an undeniable tenseness to her as they soaked in. He… this had to be a lie. Some sort of trick to get her, to take advantage of her.

But in a distanced portion of Lexa's mind, she knew what he said about her made a morbid sort of sense. Her power. Her nightmares. Gruesome scars, faded with age, she'd had for as long as she could remember but never explain.

She looked at Shirley with wary eyes. Either he was telling the truth and he'd experimented on and tortured her as a baby just like he had with the others, or he was lying through his teeth to get her on his side. Either way, the aforementioned title of murderous sociopathic prick held true.

Here before her stood the devil in a nice suit, and he was asking her to make a deal.

It really was no question what her answer would be.

"Nice story," she said in a surprisingly calm voice, "But like I told your goon, you've got the wrong girl. Thanks for the sword." And as casually as you please, Lexa turned back towards the elevator. She didn't expect Shirley to take no for an answer, and stayed on her guard. She was curious as to how long he'd keep up the cordial act for.

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She really shouldn't have been surprised to see him pull out her sword, clean and undamaged. In fact, it actually looked better than ever – like they'd taken the time to restore it from mint condition. Lexa found herself irritated this, that they thought they had any right to alter her sword. She took it from the man and held it down by her side, still not speaking. Its familiar weight grounded her.

Smug pride tinged her as she looked at his robotic hand – a replacement for the flesh one she'd ruined. Served the bastard right.

Lexa met his patronizing questions with stony silence. He was speaking to her like she was a child and it only served to stoke her irritation. She told herself she didn't give a shit whatever he had to say. She knew who she was, her own past. Lexa knew where she came from. Her powers were just a freak occurrence. And Shirley was by all accounts a murderous, sociopathic prick.

But still, Lexa stayed.

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Lexa had to fight to control herself. She didn't like this slimy suited man, she didn't like the things he had to say, she didn't like the sleek black car or how he opened the door for her or how she had to sit next to him or how they blindfolded her. She stewed in quiet anger the entire ride.

They didn't remove the blindfold until they were standing in an elevator. Lexa watched the numbers flash over the door until the screen read PH. The elevator finally came to a stop and the doors slid open. Lexa walked forward into what looked like a wide open office. It was modern and well lit with huge, floor to ceiling windows. Lexa couldn't help a raised eyebrow to see that they'd all been blacked out. They'd taken precautions.

Shirley sat behind an ornate desk at the far end of the room. Lexa stood her ground as the elevator doors closed behind her. She didn't say anything. Just watched him. He wanted her here. He could speak first.

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Yyyyyup lol. But only 6 hours. Then I have a break and I have to cram for a hula test that I have today and totally didn't study for. Then hula class. Working on a post now tho. Also I have tomorrow off!

HOW ARE YOU?

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HEY THERE

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He… what? Lexa's expression didn't change as she glared at the man, but inside she was a swirl of confusion. What he was talking about… he could only be talking about Shirley, right? They'd met before, they both disliked Jack (well, for all appearances Lexa did, at least) and Shirley was responsible for Jack's abilities.

But this man was saying he was responsible for Lexa's powers too.

That was impossible. Nothing had happened to her to give her abilities. She just... had them. She'd been able to teleport since before she could remember. No experiments, no torture that haunted Jack. He said he had answers about her past. But Lexa had no questions. She'd come from a kind family, a stable home, and a quiet life, the past year not included. Lexa knew who she was.

A ball of anxiousness mixed with confusion settled in her stomach.

The man mentioned her nightmares and she snapped to attention. How the hell did he know about those? Realization struck her followed by anger. They'd been watching her. Her eyes narrowed.

"Like I said," she bit out, "wrong girl." Lexa pulled herself back. These people… if it really was Shirley, he wasn't going to take no for an answer. Lexa didn't doubt her abilities, but she had to admit (reluctantly) that going to him herself, on her own terms, was the smarter option rather than waiting to get jumped by a bunch of goons. Even if her skin crawled at going back to meet that monster.

And she couldn't deny the tiny seed of curiosity at what he thought he knew about her. She grit her teeth together and forced the next words out.

"But if he's so set on meeting me, fine. I'll tell him in person." It was going to be a long night.

xxx

Haha no worries. Sorry work is a pain. Hit me up when you're ready!

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The hair on the back of her neck prickled when he said her name. Something about him set Lexa off, put her on alert. She stayed her ground.

Then he can send it in the mail." Anticipation was a slow building wave within her. "Who is he and what does he want me for?" Her voice was hard and demanding, though she didn't raise it. She was on alert, ready to act in case this guy wanted trouble.

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Yesterday lol.