Guilt Trip

[Pu-244]

((This is a little peace i came up with after Adam and Pluto meet last night. Almost confedent that she was able to make a return and start activly fighting crime back with new and old classmates. The troubled german woman still struggles with her losses and gains unable to fully understand the social psycology of herself. ))


The crisp air of the night sky flowed gracefully around Pluto’s body. Her ghastly form made it into the Icon in steel for a repair job on her uniform that required immediate attention. She had so much on her mind as she waited in one of the dressing rooms her legs crossed as she sat there her cheek resting on palm as her hair twirled helplessly by her other hands doing. It’s been so long since she has traveled anywhere but from her haven to school. Never being able to sleep left her to her thoughts for more that her healthy share. At one moment her communicator began to blink noticing the small power spike coming from it she picked it up and herd Adams voice, a small smile was brought to her face as she herd it for the first time in what seemed like a month.

“Pluto……Pluto is that you?” he asked into the defining silence.

“Hallo!” She said back in a cheerful manor.

“Wow it really is you, it’s been so long!” his voice lit up happily to her response

“Ja…I have been……a’vay for wile now…”

“Hey would you like to meet me in Pocket? It’s been awhile since I have seen you”

Her mouth smirked almost ear to ear “Ja I would love to mien friend!”

“Is take moment no? I v’ill be there as short as possible”

At that moment the stylist cam back and she stood up taking her uniforms from them and redressing her pail skin in the tight green that made up her more normal attire. In the back of her mind she couldn’t place a finger on her original costume, she never carried a blue print on how she cam about it but remember the comfortable fit that she like, but lost.

As the moon rose into the sky, the lights and sounds of the club boomed and the night was breathing and very much alive with activity in the club. In a secluded corner of the club was her long time friend Adam or “Detective” as he was dubbed.

After a short greeting between the two Pluto floated as normally she would of still a ghastly image of the hero she is. Upon her friends chest the glow of straps and bondage gauze lined his chest covering several deep wounds. For witch he refers to “as nothing important” but she knew better and knew of Adams knack for trouble. A faint sigh of concern escaped her lips.

“So...” he said “Is it safe to hug you with all that glowing?” he asked

Pluto giggled a little covering her red lips with her small hand. “Nien mien friend I v’ould never hurt jo!” she smiled and reformed her physical form falling into his grasp her hands rested softly on his chest and she laid her head on his shoulder eyes closed behind the chains that bind her eyes. His arms wrapped around her small frame pulling her close into his hug. She smiled for a moment before releasing her face into a more neutral look. Adam looked down at her.

“Anything you want to talk about?” he said sliding his arms around her waste.

“Nien” she said in a rather happy tone. “Issues resolve ja? I no need to talk about them, I have mien Siren back, she is a’vay for wile”

Adam smiles “That’s good tell her I said hi”

Pluto smiled

“Would you like sometime to come over and visit me in the Isles?” He asked carefully

She looked up at him “Ja I v’ould like to….but I could not ju’zt get over there ja?”

Adam laughed and smiled “I know some people, also we could change your look to make it more convincing!”

She looked back down and still smiled nodding

“You know I always have though of you more than just a friend.” He confesses

She nods as her lips smile, still resting her head on his shoulder. A few moments of silence and music pass by she happens to notice an oddity in his chest.

“Are jo ok?” she asked in concern to the red marks on the bandages her fingers tracing the white bindings slowly.

“Yeah it was bleeding earlier I guess it starts and stops” he said looking down with a bit of concern because the wound was a clean shot strait though his chest. She nodded lightly before her fingers traced the wound and a warm aura came about her. She focused her powers into him; radiation poured into his cell structure mutating and healing the dead tissue revitalizing nerves and severed veins.

He smiled and closed his eyes “That feels really good”

Pluto smirks “Is should I know enough about human anatomy ja? To mutate it with mien power” she giggles a little. With a moment of him under her care pain passed and wounds closed but the rest was simply time. Feeling a very light amount of consciousness drift she went back to her neutral expression. Adam looking down at her couldn’t figure if she was looking back or at something else. He took a moment to reminisce when he was able to look into the eyes of his beloved Pluto. Looking back down at the rusty chains that hold a peace of green cloth around her face she almost looked trapped behind them.

“Can I ask what is behind that?” he asked with some interest.

Pluto inside jumped a bit knowing the answer but tried feebly ignore the issue “W-what?”

“Behind the chain…”

She looked down a bit biting her lip emotions rising within her a catalyst of things that where that she has done that she cant undo…..an aquward moment came between them as her voice was low and almost silenced by the music “…….Sacrifice” was all she mumbled. Adam knew there was something wrong and his curiosity started to roll like a down hill big rig.

“Sacrifice?” he asked confused.

She did not say anything froze in time she could feel herself shrink and cower…..why? Why this price to have this kind of curse…..I did it for love of friend. But why, why do I feel this way…is my fault I have done wrong… is what I deserve, what I don’t want please don’t look! Please! Do not witness my faults see me for who I am not what I have become for what I have done! …Thoughts and emotions raced but she couldn’t do a thing. As Adam reached his hands on her cheek then to the chains hearing them “clink” as the cloth was removed she almost willingly let him remove it and the shield of her sins was released she closed her eyes tightly and cuddled up on his warm embrace pulling her hands to her chest. The young looking woman coward a bit as Adams strong fingers lifted her chin up. As her chin let up she bit her lip again and her eyes opened for him to gaze into.

No…please…

Her eyes where not of any human eyes, they lit up and smoked out the same aura as her body but more concentrated. The deep colored jaded green pearls looked back at her friend piercing strait into his soul. The deep gauze reflected her now manor of thought. Not by any telepathy at all it hued the shades of true unhappiness and unpleasantness of death. Adam was struck for a moment caught in the gaze he felt as if he had to watch everyone he cared about suffer before him. Everything he gained lost…it simply evoked one emotion…sorrow.

“W-What is that!?” he exclaimed

Pluto was sent over and she choked up her beautiful face collapsed into a grimaced expression. A loss of words and thoughts she started to feel dizzy. Groaning a glowing tear rolled from her eye to her cheek as she shut them tightly and another tear after another, she buried her face in his chest for a moment letting what she could out.

Adam still shocked from the simple gaze places his hand on her head rubbing her long silken strands. He was ripped from his thoughts by her tears and her un-happy disposition. “Shhh its ok” He tried to reassure her but it did no good

Now she started to dizzy more feeling the radiation in the room pulse and spoke with ever negative emotion that came to her and it only got worse. No, NO, NO!!! He knows he will hate me! He hates you! Everyone will hate you! No please ...please do not hate me!! I still love you all Kris...Siren....Adam I know what I did I know why….but why this!? Agony pain!? I not understand! ….help me?

She could not bear the strain on her mind her powers started to spike. As much as she longed to be held by someone, forced herself with every ounce of strength to tear away from his grasp and flea back to winch she came balling in pain and tear of self hatred.