When she got out of there....
Her mother was dead. Her father was gone. She had practically no relatives, or people she could contact. She had nothin and no-one except her holistic beliefs and killer touch.
When she got out of Blackwing, she didn't have anywhere to go.
Ellen's heart began to speed up in panic. She hadn't thought of that - what was she going to do when this was over? What was going to happen to her - she really didn't want to have to go to a children's home but it was going to be difficult for her to sustain a life on the streets. She had nowhere to go and no-one to ask.
"I-I don't know," Ellen stumbled over her words and felt like she was going to cry. She had so much of a mask on constantly that she forgot what it was like to be a kid. There was no fun and games anymore - she was in a CIA compound. Then again, all fun and games had ended after she had unintentionally killed her mother.
The police obviously would have found her by now. There would have been a local funeral and she would have either been cremated or buried. They probably had a search going on for her - or maybe by now they had given up. Ellen didn't know how long it had been but it had certainly been a while and police searches didn't always carry on. Especially if the CIA had told them to stop the search, that they knew where the kid was and that she was fine. Probably they had lied to the whole town. It was fine, because there was no way that Ellen was going back. No way in hell. She wouldn't be able to face her home anymore because she would be disgusted at herself and probably break lots of stuff. It would hurt too much, going home and trying to work things through. Facing her neighbours, who surely had some sort of suspicion. Did they wonder where the playful, free little girl had gone? Did they miss her?
The original question echoed around in her head. "What are you doing to do when you get out of here?"
But she wasn't in her mind anymore - this was real life and the twin had repeated the question, followed swiftly by a pause and then, "You can stay with use you know. We wouldn't mind, it would be nice to have some company."
"Really?" Ellen asked, glad to have found a solution so quick. It was like the twins were mind readers, although that wasn't their trick.
