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Boom! An entire village goes up in flames as a helicopter flies safely off into the distance leaving behind nothing but ashes and dust. A confused Mia Winters stares shockingly out the window, her face a shade of bright orange as the fire rises like a phoenix, the beautiful sight below making her emotions run wild with negativity.
"Chris, what have you done?" She voices ungratefully with a cold and bitter tone, her brown eyes fiercely staring down the man she holds responsible for the actions of another, completely out of his control.
"Are you serious?" I counter as I approach behind her "What he did is save you from being the test subject in any more of Miranda's sick and twisted experiments. What he did is give you a safe place to live after Louisiana. Military training. What he did is try to save you and your family yet again after finding out you were just a fake copy, imitated to get closer to that precious little girl you hold in your arms"
"Tried but failed" she hisses vehemently "My husband is dead, no thanks to you. Is he not?"
"Mia, I know that this is painful for you to hear but your husband is dead because that is what he chose. He sacrificed himself for you. For your daughter. You want to be angry, be angry with him, not us. With us, you need to be nothing more than grateful"
I didn't exactly intend for my words to come across as harshly as they did but they needed to be said regardless, my bad mood speaking on my behalf with zero fucks given.
"Y/n" Chris speaks my name lowly.
"What?"
"Just...." He drifts, shaking his head
"Just what? Leave it alone? Drop it? Why? Because she's so innocent in all of this, keeping her own husband's powers a se-"
"Yes" he interjects "Just drop it. Please"
"Fine" I scoff, angrily stomping away from them to a secluded area situated in the very back of the helicopter "Whatever"
I was not alone as long as I had hoped to be, Chris eventually making his presence known, finding me lost in my own thoughts, staring blankly out the window at nothing but what now is just black smoke and an empty sky. The melancholic sight before me, symbolic in a sense.
"You want to explain to me what the hell all that was about back there?"
I swallow a lump forming in my throat as I turn my head slightly away from the outside view, staring at him with glossy eyes "No, not really"
"It wouldn't have anything to do with us, would it? This secret relationship you and I have going on, the feelings?"
"So? What about 'em?"
"Look, I'm not mad at you, okay? I get it" Chris places a large hand on my waist and spins me around to face him "Your protective girlfriend instincts kicked in and you just couldn't help yourself" he leans his head down, pecking a short-lived kiss on my lips "Thank you"
"Fuck, it's not just that. It's...."
"What?"
"I'm just tired, you know? Constantly putting my life in danger all for something that oftentimes, in the end, does not even matter because it always just ends up being the same never-ending bullshit, over and over, and for what? People like Mia to just make me feel like shit for situations out of my control?"
That was not the end of it though. I continued to ramble incessantly but Chris, bless his heart, didn't mind as he just stood there, staring at me lovingly with deep-set blue eyes, listening intently with care to every single word I spoke until that one moment he witnessed a tear slide down my cheek and my breathing start to grow heavy. In that very instance it is he who now turns protective, wrapping his hefty muscular arms around my small frame into a comforting hug as his voice soothingly talks me back down into a state of tranquility.