Turning Pages (p.2)

Quinn watched in silence as his associates in black dragged away the unconscious girl, her legs trailing limp across the dirty tile floor. He sighed heavily, running his hand through his thick hair before getting up and walking out after them. A firm hand clamped down on his shoulder, giving it an appreciative squeeze.

“You did good, Quinn. Don’t feel bad about it.” They stopped and watched their associates until they turned the corner and left their view. “This was needed, to advance the experiment.”

“If it was necessary, then why do I feel so bad?” Quinn muttered. He shrugged the older man’s hand off his shoulder. “There are a lot of people that are going to miss her.”

“Don’t worry about her family.” The corner of the man’s mouth curled with a snarl. “Leave that to me.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Oh, look at the baby!” Marie cooed, crouching down in front of the class of the observation room of the orphanage. “Peter, look!”
“I see darling, I see.” Peter knelt beside his wife, rubbing her back gently. “She’s adorable.”
“I think she’s the one,” Marie sighed happily, tapping gently on the glass. The toddler’s eyes jerked towards the sound and she beamed, toddling unsteadily over to the glass. “Hi, baby!” Marie cooed. The girl giggled, banging on the glass with open palms.

“Have you found a potential match?” The orphanage overseer, Quinn, asked good naturedly. He stood behind them with a clipboard held to his chest and a wide smile over his dorky, glasses bound face. “That’s Aubrey. She’s a real sweet heart. We’ve had her with us since she was a week old when her parents decided they couldn’t care for her anymore and dropped her on the doorstep during the night. It was a cold, cold night and the poor baby almost didn’t make it.” He lowered his head remorsefully. “But,” he continued, straightening up, “she’s perfectly fine now, and very advanced for her age!”

“Look at her sweet red curls,” Marie cooed. “She looks like Ariel. From Little Mermaid?” Marie smiled and straightened up, looking Quinn in the eye. Her husband reached over, squeezing her hand. “I think she’s meant to be our little girl.”

A smile twitched at the corner of Quinn’s mouth. That was true. She was meant to be their little girl. Since the beginning she was meant to go to these people. These two sweet, innocent people. Quinn chuckled. That wouldn’t last long after el Diablo, as they called the finish red head, came into their lives. “If you come with me right this way, you can meet the lil angel and we can get this whole thing underway,” Quinn said pleasantly, gesturing towards the hall down the doorway. He waited for the couple to start walking before glancing at the small girl through the glass viewing window. She giggled at him, her eyes flashed with power, and he bolted. The sooner she was gone, the happier they’d all be.


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This year, my last of highschool, this blog will be used as prep for NaNoWriMo and hopefully will keep me on track through all of it. Feel free to drop me a line anytime.
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