#ceacia

Like anyone else, Caecia had a defining moment that turned her into who she was and it is because of this, that she found herself freelancing for all sorts of agencies instead of staying with her group.

This trip had been special in its own right. She had been thinking a lot about branching out and working by herself but she couldn’t bear the thought of leaving those who had given her everything when she had nothing. Caecia had even chanced going without her sidearm because she was confident that no one at this meeting would carry a weapon against her. She would walk through the barren field with so many stones it wasn’t funny. It was morbid at the very least if not so many other emotions that she could not handle by herself. She should have listened to her family, her adoptive family, had told her not to go because it was not good to dig up the dead.

They weren’t kidding.

Caecia sat in front of the two stones, carefully sitting down in front of them as she stared at the names. Karpos Johnston. Aesire Johnston. Beloved parents. They couldn’t have done better with the name? They couldn’t have listed anything else like one of her father’s profound quotes that made absolutely no sense? Caecia remembered the funeral and how she had cried for days on end before folding into her nature that had become habit. Her knees were up and bent, her arms resting on top of them as she buried her face in them. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she started to sob.

She couldn’t handle this anymore, and the lack of contact with her brother wasn’t making things much better. She thought about Sergius and wondered what he was up to. She hadn’t seen him in years, and he apparently had been content on that fact even though it tore her heart up and spit it out like it was nothing.

“We are here to celebrate the life of Karpos and Aesire, who are succeeded by their children Sergius and Caecia Johnston. For all those who knew Karpos, you knew he was dedicated to his work as a scientist and how he used his knowledge to save lives. Aesire, she cared for her children with the passion that only a mother could. We need to remember them as they were, not as what they have become because they are in a better place, sitting before God, watching over their children and keeping them from arm.”

She supposed it had to be true. Her parents had kept their killers off her trail. She was their experiment, her father’s greatest success, and somehow the murderers had not been able to find her. She vaguely remembered a SHIELD file she had gotten her hands on that had pointed her in the direction of Leviathan and their attempts to recreate the super soldier serum, killing her father when he wouldn’t give them his daughter. They didn’t know he had done his testing on his own daughter. They would never know.