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tamingthemuseTitle: Trapped
Fandom: the Pretender
Prompt: #272 - Bound
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, I just play around with the characters for fun.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Mlle Parker glanced at the huge building of the Centre. It was made to impress by its size, meant to inspire respect and fear.
Mlle Parker glanced at the huge building of the Centre. It was made to impress by its size, meant to inspire respect and fear. And it worked she thought. Or maybe it was just because she knew what was going on behind the facade. Lately, she had often caught herself thinking about leaving this place. Those thoughts never lingered long in her brain and she always shook them away easily but she was surprised by how often they came back when she let herself rest for a few minutes. She was tired of running after Jarod while she didn't want to, but most of all she was tired of all the lies and secrets she was uncovering. It seemed to her that the more she dug, the more horrible things became. She always thought her discoveries couldn't get worse, but somehow they always did. And it made her want to leave, to escape all of this and start a new life somewhere else, somewhere far away and different, somewhere safe. But how could she ever leave? This place had always been her home, even before her mother had died. It had been all she had ever known. She had been born inside those walls, she had been raised into the grip of the building, and she had come to work within its offices. It was hard to comprehend for someone from the exterior but this place - no matter how horrible and morbid it had become to her - this place was home. She was bound to it by birth, she was bound to it by legacy and secrecy. That was another reason she knew she would never leave, not yet anyway. The secrets she discovered were horrible and made her want to vomit each and every time but they were her past, they were part of her life and she couldn't help but want to see them, to dig deeper and deeper to find them. It hurt her like nothing else could, it forced her to be cold to protect herself but it was all a part of her identity, it was all a part of her past and of her existence. She couldn't turn her back on it because it was something that was attached to her, something she would always long for, always look for, even if she was million miles away. She needed the truth, the complete and honest truth even if it killed her by its horror. She needed it like oxygen, she needed to undertsand in order to know who she was. Only then would she be able to break the shackles that bounded her to this place and start a new life, making the past a part of her, integrating it in her to fill the gap of ignorance. She would be free to ignore it and pretend to forget it then, not before. She needed to know first. And until she did, she was bound to this place, to chasing the only man that had ever been there for her like a friend, to working alongside demons and evil, and to live inside an icy cold armour of self-preservation.
Fandom: the Pretender
Prompt: #272 - Bound
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, I just play around with the characters for fun.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Mlle Parker glanced at the huge building of the Centre. It was made to impress by its size, meant to inspire respect and fear.
Mlle Parker glanced at the huge building of the Centre. It was made to impress by its size, meant to inspire respect and fear. And it worked she thought. Or maybe it was just because she knew what was going on behind the facade. Lately, she had often caught herself thinking about leaving this place. Those thoughts never lingered long in her brain and she always shook them away easily but she was surprised by how often they came back when she let herself rest for a few minutes. She was tired of running after Jarod while she didn't want to, but most of all she was tired of all the lies and secrets she was uncovering. It seemed to her that the more she dug, the more horrible things became. She always thought her discoveries couldn't get worse, but somehow they always did. And it made her want to leave, to escape all of this and start a new life somewhere else, somewhere far away and different, somewhere safe. But how could she ever leave? This place had always been her home, even before her mother had died. It had been all she had ever known. She had been born inside those walls, she had been raised into the grip of the building, and she had come to work within its offices. It was hard to comprehend for someone from the exterior but this place - no matter how horrible and morbid it had become to her - this place was home. She was bound to it by birth, she was bound to it by legacy and secrecy. That was another reason she knew she would never leave, not yet anyway. The secrets she discovered were horrible and made her want to vomit each and every time but they were her past, they were part of her life and she couldn't help but want to see them, to dig deeper and deeper to find them. It hurt her like nothing else could, it forced her to be cold to protect herself but it was all a part of her identity, it was all a part of her past and of her existence. She couldn't turn her back on it because it was something that was attached to her, something she would always long for, always look for, even if she was million miles away. She needed the truth, the complete and honest truth even if it killed her by its horror. She needed it like oxygen, she needed to undertsand in order to know who she was. Only then would she be able to break the shackles that bounded her to this place and start a new life, making the past a part of her, integrating it in her to fill the gap of ignorance. She would be free to ignore it and pretend to forget it then, not before. She needed to know first. And until she did, she was bound to this place, to chasing the only man that had ever been there for her like a friend, to working alongside demons and evil, and to live inside an icy cold armour of self-preservation.
