Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me

Search by :  Username E-mail Region Interest AOL IM ICQ Number Yahoo! ID MSN Username Jabber

Helena Wells-Quinzel is H.G. Wells (indelibleink) wrote in makebelievelog,

Upon hearing Myka's sobs, it only fueled Helena's own sobs. Though at the same time as she was realizing she was comforting Myka. That alone was startling to Helena. For so long she'd been little more than a destroyer. How many lives had she taken? How many deaths was she responsible for? How many lives had she ruined? After the things she'd done, Helena hadn't thought she was capable of comforting anyone. Yes, she still had a soft spot for children and was always able to talk to them, but that was different than being able to comfort someone. Nevermind the fact the woman she was clinging to was one she had betrayed once, had made Myka betray the things she'd held closest to her heart, made her doubt herself. Myka may not have said as much, but oh Helena had been able to see it. After they'd successfully retrieved the Joshua Horn, she'd seen it all in Myka's eyes as the other agent had put the Horn in its place in the Warehouse.

Guilt. Regret. Hatred. Grief. Anger. Fury. Helena had one hundred and twenty years worth of them. The one thing she would never repent for was killing her daughter's murderers. They had got what they deserved, and she had made them feel every ounce of pain they had made her feel. And instead of letting herself grieve, Helena had instead embraced the anger and hatred within her heart. It had twisted her little by little. She truly had a slow descent into madness. Helena had simply wanted her daughter back, was that really so much to ask? She'd worked in a place where miracles happened, and she threw herself into finding some way to turn back time and save her daughter, to keep her happiest place in tact. But all the artifacts she found didn't fulfill what she needed. So she'd devised her time machine. Time travel had become her unhealthy obsession by the mid 1890s, which had given birth to The Time Machine. And then when her time machine had failed, when she'd only managed to witness her daughter's death with her own eyes, to cling to her lifeless body for the remainder of the trip. That had been the true turning point in her life. That was the precise moment when Helena had stopped caring, had truly given up and given in to her anger and hate.

Helena had let her anger and hate control her, and it ended with two agents dying because of her and her requesting to be Bronzed. As much as Helena had tried to use it to transport herself through time, to wake in a better world, if anyone ever even saw fit to deBronze her, she hadn't anticipated on it multiplying her hate and anger. Then again, when she couldn't do anything except think for a century, what else would she think about but Christina and her loss? It dug the hole in her soul deeper and sent her even further into her downward spiral. Though when she'd woken in the new world, it had been so utterly jarring, so vastly different from the world she'd left behind. Everyone she had ever known was long dead, and she didn't belong in the modern world. But even with that, she'd found her path in it, or what she believed had been the path in it. Even while she'd always planned to find the Minoan Trident and use it, it had always been about putting an end to her own pain and anger, but Helena was not the type to take her own life. No, she always made others feel her pain and anger and hate, which is why she was more than ready to take the entire world down with her.