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Evelyn sat on the dusty floor of her prison cell – bored out of her mind. She’d been in for 32 days, according to the tally she had been etching into the wall with her fingernail. It felt like 32 fucking years.
There was little to do except eat the shitty prison food, work out to let off some steam, and twiddle her thumbs as she planned Elastigirl’s demise. That bitch.
Evelyn’s hatred for Elastigirl was always there, always simmering, yet along with it came the persistent sensation of regret – something Evelyn was hardly familiar with. She’d hurt Elastigirl beyond belief, but that alone wasn’t sufficient to produce this unfamiliar feeling in Evelyn’s gut. No, it was the fact that Elastigirl had saved Evelyn that haunted her.
For awhile, Evelyn had considered Elastigirl’s actions to be just another instance of the self-righteousness that was so sickeningly common with Supers. Deep down, though, something told Evelyn that there was some other reason, that Elastigirl had saved Evelyn because she wanted to save the special relationship they had had before everything went wrong. And this notion tightened its grip on Evelyn’s mind and heart as the days went by.
Evelyn was shocked out of her reverie when she heard a door creak open and footsteps that signaled the approach of her guard. “I have something for you.”
Evelyn looked up in surprise. “What? From whom?”
“I’m not at liberty to say.”
I’m pretty sure you’re also not at liberty to give me anything while I’m in fucking jail. Evelyn bit back the remark and just said, “Fine.”
The guard bent over and carefully placed a small envelope next to where Evelyn was seated on the floor. “Don’t do anything stupid with it,” he said, before walking away, closing and locking the cell door behind him.
Evelyn stared at the envelope with as much caution as if it were a ticking time bomb. Her curiosity got the better of her, though, and she ripped it open.
Inside was a small pad of paper and a pencil, and underneath a folded note. Evelyn unfolded it and read:
Evelyn,
I figured you must be bored out of your brilliant mind, so here’s a pad and pencil to keep you busy.
I want to help you, so here’s how this is going to work. The guard will be our go-between. Write him a note requesting whatever you need to keep you healthy and busy, and he will pass it on to me so that I can get you what you need – provided that it’s practical.
Yours,
H
P.S. I really do want to help.
“I don’t need your help!” Evelyn snarled at the note. And who the fuck is H? She ripped it up furiously, but in the process managed to give herself a nasty paper cut diagonally across her palm. “Fuuuuck,” she groaned. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck.”
Blood trickled down onto Evelyn’s wrist and she wiped it off with her other sleeve. More blood appeared, and Evelyn was too exhausted from her battle with the piece of paper to do anything about it. Instead, she rolled over onto her stomach with a resigned sigh and let sleep claim her.
The first thing Evelyn saw when she woke up was another envelope, just like the one the guard had brought her before. Are you fucking kidding me?
Once again too curious for her own good, Evelyn ripped open the envelope to find a single Band-Aid and a note:
Evelyn,
This is for your paper cut. Do you still think you don’t need my help?
Yours, H
Evelyn stared at the note in shock for a full minute before giving in and putting the Band-Aid on her palm. Then she picked up the pad of paper and pencil and wrote the following:
H,
Okay, I’ll play.
1. Who the fuck are you?
2. Why do you want to help me?
Not yours, ever,
Evelyn
P.S. I could really use a book. Any genre, I don’t care. But if it’s a Super comic I will find you and end you.
Evelyn smirked, rather pleased with herself. This is going to be interesting. Plotting Elastigirl’s demise may just have to take a backseat for a little while.