It was the wondefully small, subtle things you appreciate most in life. Like te touch of a breeze against hot skin. Delilah sat quietly in the middle of central park. Her hands were folded neatly in her lap. The spine of a small paperback book cracked open and lying face down in her lap. Her slender legs were crossed one over the other. The hem of her yellow dress dragged lightly around he ground and rustled in the soft breeze. It was the here and now.
It was this moment she waited on. She sat alone in the park, but that didn't mean that someone didn't join her. "Are they coming mommy?" Lucas asked quietly. He was seated beside her. His tiny hand reaching up to warp around her arm for warmth and protection. "They will child...." She said not taking her eyes off the police officer across the street. "And they are coming to take us away?" Delilah smiled. "They will try..." Was all she mustered back. She was feeling confident. Cocky in the face of capture. The light hem of her dress had blood on it. It was not her blood. It was the blood of the man lying by her feet.
She paid him no mind. Her steely blue eyes focused on the new threat. The man at her feet was inconsequestial. A blackmailer and a ruffen. He had found out about her little band of mutants living here in central park beneath the secret tunnle that lied beind the waterfall of a fountain statue. Some long forgotten access tunnel that ran beneath the city when it was more none for it's underground railroad days. Parts of this city were very old. Delilah and her mutants were living in those underground sections of tunnel. Before that an old school building, though the city sought to knock it down and they had to relocate.
Deliilah's smile was prominent as people pointed at the bloodstained woman sitting on the park bench alone. Beside her her delusion of Lucas nestled closer for safety. "I'm scared." He said simply. "Mommy will keep you safe baby. She always does." And by that she was talking about herself. Lucs, a figment of her imagination was her subconsious mind telling her how she felt. If it wasn't already painfully evident. She was scared. She wore a wrinkled bloodstained mask of a warrior who had no fear, but deep down in the cassems of her heart she was scared.
She was scared of what would happen to her children. She had several now... More or less she was their mother. Their great protector. She was the only thing that stood between them and chaos. They were homeless.... Wanderers. She was homeless too. A woman's heart is a laberynth of emotions, but the one that shined most brightly in her heart was love. She brushed a bloody finger across her cheek and left a tiny smeer. She watched as the police officer slowly approached her.
She shifted a little on her seat, but she did not falter. She did not move. The officer had his hand resting on his gun. A look of fear on his face.... "Ma'am...." He asked. "Hm...?" She replied. "Ma'am did you kill this man?" Delilah looked at the body at her feet. A sigh escaped her lips as she saw the blood over her dress. "He did make a mess didn't he?" The officer shifted now on his back foot. he was the one who was scared and nervous. The eye witnesses said that she changed into a monster. She was a mutant and a scary one at athat. Officer Davis. First day on the job.
"Ma'am going going to need you to come with me..." Lucas clung to her arm tighter. "Mommy I don't want to go with him." Delilah turned her head to the side and whispered. "And we won't dear boy." "Ma'am who are you talking too?" Delilah's eyes snapped back to Officer Davis with a vicious glare. It was dangerous to challenge her delusions. Her children was all she had left. And she loved Lucas.... So dearly. "Run along and play Lucas..." Delilah said as she neatened the crease in her soft yellow dress..... Lucas was gone. On the other side of her was Katie. A little girl who was soft and sweet and yet wickedly evil.... "I don't like his face mommy! He's a bad man! A BAD BAD MAN!" The moment stretched out. Riding on the fingertips of father time and sprinking over eons of indescion. Her lips pursed together in a coy smile. "Are you afraid of me Officer....Davis?"
She asked leaning forward to read his name tag. Officer Davis thought about calling for backup, but it was his first day. He couldn't very well call every single time he was in trouble. They gave him a badge because they believed he was competent enough to handle SOME stuff on his own. This was not one of those things. "Yes... Yes I am." He admitted. "You should be." Delilah looked down at the blank, horrified accusational stare of the man who threatened the home of her lost children. He threatened to sick G.A.D.E.M. on them. Those sick bastards were number one on her shit list. She killed him.
Without a moment's hesitation she bit his throat out with fangs that grew from her gums. Her jaw extended until the cartiledge popped and she bit out half of his throat with a single bite. There was more than the tiny smeer on her cheek... Her whole lower half of her was caked in crimson... Dry now, but deliciously sinsiter. "Why....Did you kill this man ma'am?" The police officer's voice was nervnous and shook. She looked at him seriously.
"Because he threatened my freedom. He dared to threaten my children. I would slay a thousand men if it kept them safe..... The only reason I'm even here is to give them time to escape." She admitted freely. Her children were probably long gone by now. Moved to the abandoned subway a few blocks away. It was their new home they had scopped it out for weeks. Delilah brushed some bits of fuzz off of her dress. As if that was the only thing wrong with her appearance.
"You have too choices Officer Davis." She said not bothering to look up from her self cleaning. "You can try and make the same mistake this poor ignorant fool did.... Or, you can accept that what I did was in self defense and you can live to see your wife tonight. The choice is yours." She leaned back and smiled. There was one thing she would always do for the safety of her mutant children, was self sacrifice. She would fall on that sword every time. Katie was beside Officer Davis now. She stood behind him eyeing his gun. She wanted him dead. "Mommy kill the bad man. KILL HIM DEAD!" Delilah's eyes moved to Katie though she ignored her violent request... Though she wouldn't hesitate to take her up on the offer if Officer Davis made the wrong choice.
