Post by Deleted on May 31, 2014 6:01:38 GMT -5
Most nights, the "queen of the prefects" did not sleep--at least not for more than an hour or two. Most nights, she stayed awake and accompanied a prefect on rounds to ensure that the school was properly being kept safe, just like Seth used to do. With her complicated stance on the Battle Front, it was easy to accuse Meredith of being inconsistent and ineffective, but no one could say that she did not care. Without discrimination, she did not stand for students hurting each other on the island. Prefect or Battlefront, she would prevent violence wherever she could. For or against the revolution, the soft-hearted woman with the increasingly hardened exterior would protect whoever she could. As much as she hated that she could not join her sister in being a crucial part of the revolution, Meredith knew that the school needed the prefects to maintain some semblance of order and safety until freedom was within reach, and the prefects needed her to keep power from leading to corruption.
In those rare times when she wasn't being the commander, Meredith searched for any information she could find on where Seth might be, but there were places where even Google didn't go, and the few Ashford Project government agents who were on the side of the gifted were still too fearful of their superiors and repercussions to give a grieving fiancee any information on the commander who vanished into thin air.
Between leading and searching, Meredith was drained, and that night, she decided to finally give it a rest. The prefects who were on rounds that night had all proven themselves to be moral and competent. Even Oliver Grey, who --among the prefects on the roster for rounds that night-- had been with the group for the shortest amount of time, had shown himself to be exceedingly capable, so that night, instead of joining them in policing the night, Meredith retired to her over-sized and rarely used dorm. Not even bothering to wash off what little make-up she wore or undo her fishtail braid, the overworked woman melted into her soft comforters and fell asleep before her pillow finished compressing under the weight of her head. Within minutes, she had fallen into the deepest world of sleep, where nightmares lived. Images of the deaths she had seen, the lives she had taken, and the loves she had lost swirled around her mind until her body decided to resolve her turmoils by taking her to the place where it all culminated.
Still deeply asleep, Meredith's body dressed itself and made its way to the courtyard of the school, where the carnage had taken place, where Meredith literally crushed a man's heart, where Calista nearly took her own life and everyone else's as well... where blood was spilled from one end of the grass to the other, where good people died, where innocence was lost, where everyone and everything changed forever. In consciousness, Meredith could repress those memories and act like they had not traumatized her. She could play the beacon of strength that the school needed and channel her grief into her drive to make Ashford Academy a safe place to live as long as the gifted had no choice but to be there. But in sleep, Meredith's fists clenched, and she fell to her knees, remembering the screams of people she could not save as bullets rained down faster than she could heal. In sleep, Meredith allowed herself to remember that the last day she had seen Seth seemed like any other day. In sleep, she realized the horrifying nature of it all, of her life.
Fists unclenching, still asleep, Meredith's hands fell to the grass, holding her body up from completely collapsing into the ground in sheer horror at what reality had become, not only for her but for everyone around her. And for the first time in months, the realization of the nightmarish reality consumed her. Bone-chilling, blood-curling screams escaped from her lungs and filled the air around her. The facade of a composed, fearless, unbreakable commander dissolved, revealing a frightened girl, barely twenty years old, who had lost too many and seen too much.
In those rare times when she wasn't being the commander, Meredith searched for any information she could find on where Seth might be, but there were places where even Google didn't go, and the few Ashford Project government agents who were on the side of the gifted were still too fearful of their superiors and repercussions to give a grieving fiancee any information on the commander who vanished into thin air.
Between leading and searching, Meredith was drained, and that night, she decided to finally give it a rest. The prefects who were on rounds that night had all proven themselves to be moral and competent. Even Oliver Grey, who --among the prefects on the roster for rounds that night-- had been with the group for the shortest amount of time, had shown himself to be exceedingly capable, so that night, instead of joining them in policing the night, Meredith retired to her over-sized and rarely used dorm. Not even bothering to wash off what little make-up she wore or undo her fishtail braid, the overworked woman melted into her soft comforters and fell asleep before her pillow finished compressing under the weight of her head. Within minutes, she had fallen into the deepest world of sleep, where nightmares lived. Images of the deaths she had seen, the lives she had taken, and the loves she had lost swirled around her mind until her body decided to resolve her turmoils by taking her to the place where it all culminated.
Still deeply asleep, Meredith's body dressed itself and made its way to the courtyard of the school, where the carnage had taken place, where Meredith literally crushed a man's heart, where Calista nearly took her own life and everyone else's as well... where blood was spilled from one end of the grass to the other, where good people died, where innocence was lost, where everyone and everything changed forever. In consciousness, Meredith could repress those memories and act like they had not traumatized her. She could play the beacon of strength that the school needed and channel her grief into her drive to make Ashford Academy a safe place to live as long as the gifted had no choice but to be there. But in sleep, Meredith's fists clenched, and she fell to her knees, remembering the screams of people she could not save as bullets rained down faster than she could heal. In sleep, Meredith allowed herself to remember that the last day she had seen Seth seemed like any other day. In sleep, she realized the horrifying nature of it all, of her life.
Fists unclenching, still asleep, Meredith's hands fell to the grass, holding her body up from completely collapsing into the ground in sheer horror at what reality had become, not only for her but for everyone around her. And for the first time in months, the realization of the nightmarish reality consumed her. Bone-chilling, blood-curling screams escaped from her lungs and filled the air around her. The facade of a composed, fearless, unbreakable commander dissolved, revealing a frightened girl, barely twenty years old, who had lost too many and seen too much.