The Cure For Curie (Complete!)

Seeding Hope For Not

"Do you know what's wrong with her?" John asked even though he already knew the answer.

"I'm sorry, father. The only thing I can say for certain is this hibernation is different than the sleep she was in before. She will awake again, soon. In what state she will be in, I can not make a guess."

"Alright, Shaun. Thank you. Let's try and get this mess cleaned up, shall we?" He asked.

They left her sleeping in the bed and turned around to the gruesome scene behind them. Bodies lay everywhere, clutching their heads. Not a single soul had survived the assault. John hadn't seen this much death since the massacre at Sanctuary, so many years ago.

He hadn't the faintest idea as to why Curie had chose to murder them all. He couldn't say he felt bad for them either. They were merely a means to an end, an opportunity to be reunited with her and Shaun. He knew full well they were monsters, incapable of the rehabilitation they promised to him and the cause. Power was what they were after and they had been convinced that Curie and himself had lots of it. After seeing her unleash that devestating attack and his own abilities, John was inclined to agree.

He couldn't figure out how he aquired such powers, let alone Curie. He had been human after all and her a robot. How does something this crazy even happen? In his time, there was no such thing as magic and now, it seemed everyone possessed some of it. He wanted answers he knew he would never get. Curie, Shaun, and him were from a completely different world. He had been alive and dead for so long that everything was unfamiliar to him. The language, the customs, the clothes, it all seemed like something out of a comic book. He was almost sure he was dreaming.

As he helped Shaun carry the bodies into the courtyard, he thought a lot about his future. Where they would go from here. How would they help Curie? How could he even begin to piece his life back into some kind of normalcy? There had to be someone, anyone out there who could help him help her.

"The Dragonborn." Shaun said flatly as they heaved another corpse into the pit.

"Huh?" John asked.

"I've been trying to find a solution to fix mother. The Dragonborn could help us."

"Who is that?"

"She is a living legend in Skyrim. I heard the bards sing tales of her deeds in the Winking Skeever in Solitude. They say she is very powerful."

"More powerful than us?" John asked unconvinced.

"I don't know." Shaun shrugged. "It couldn't hurt to ask? I heard that she is Jarl of Windhelm, a city south of here, it would be a good place to start."

"How can we travel with your mother in such a state? We can't be sure she won't harm anyone while we make the trip."

"I can hire a messenger to send her a letter." Shaun said hopeful.

John thought for a moment. He had never heard of this dragonborn before. Since he had awoken from death, he was isolated from current affairs. His only focus had been to gather forces to dig up the woman he loved. If there really was a great and powerful hero, he would be a fool not to try.

"She kills dragons, father."

John looked at his son and smiled. The ageless boy, still a child, a real child. His body synthetic but his mind and heart still held the wonder of innocence. He put his arm around the child's shoulder and stood there for a while, enjoying the small moment of whimsy.

"Alright kid, you've got yourself a deal. You head in and start that letter, I'll finish up down here."

As the pair turned to make their way back into the main house, a shrieking wail cut through the still night. John bolted across the courtyard without hesitation, worried Curie was in danger. As he reached the door, the cries stopped abruptly. He pushed inside, ready for anything.

He ran into the main room, searching for a threat. The hall, still littered with a few corpses, was quiet. There was no danger here. He saw Curie standing at the dressing table. She had slipped into the flowing white gown, she looked like a vision out of a dream.

The dress was made of a thin soft linen, giving it a sheer look while providing some modesty. The cut of the gown offered no help there, the neck plunging to her belly button, left little to the imagination. He would be the first in line to admit, it was a welcome sight indeed. The long sleeves were slit, revealing her soft clean shoulders. The gown's length swished on the ground as she turned to look at him.

His heart jumped when their eyes met, for just a moment, it seemed she felt the same way. In a blink it was gone, chased away by indifference. He would have cut his arm off then and there, if it would have granted him just a second's embrace. His arms around her waist, the ever familiar feeling of her hands slipping into his hair. The touch of her soft lips on his ear lobe as she whispered that she loved him.

"What do you want?" She asked him coldly, as she reached up to put a gold choker around her neck littered with beautiful turquoise stones.

"Are you feeling better, Curie? I heard shouting." He responded as he made his way across the room to join her.

"Why do you keep calling me that? That is not my name, nor is it my title."

"But it is your name. You just don't remember it now, or me."

"Why would I have such a creature in my life? You should venture back to the crypts you crawled from and leave me be." She waved a hand dismissively as she picked up a second bracelet to add to her wrist.

"You loved me once. When I was human. It was an eternity ago." He answered, his voice cracking.

"Ha!" She mocked. "I have no time for this, fiend. I must leave this place."

"Leave? You can't leave. Where will you go?"

She walked towards him, stepping down from the stage. Her eyes took him in, as if she was trying to read his thoughts. She leaned in close to him, her gaze met his black stare. It was frightening. John was not sure if he was immune to her magic as he was others. He hoped that he would survive what came next.

"You do not command me!" She roared into his face. "I am the holy mother, the Dragur Matron, the goddess of creation. You would do well to address me appropriately next time. The only reason I do not kill you were you stand is your pure heart. Your hands unbloodied by the souls of innocent but I won't hesitate if you obstruct my purpose. I am leaving to cleanse this world, purge it of its unholy crimes. Now, get out of my way." She shoved him hard in the chest, toppling him to the ground.

He tried to stand, tried to stop her, but she was quicker than him. In a blink she had slipped through the front door and out into the world. He had unleashed a fury unto Skyrim and he worried that he would not be able to help her return to her true self. He hadn't the slightest idea of where she was headed but he was sure that there would be a trail of blood and bodies to follow.

"What have I done?"