❝Our enemy is the light of humanity, we are forced to exterminate ourselves.❞
It wasn't Percy's job to fight, she didn't need to go to the front lines, use her abilities that she had trained in to hurt others. No, Percy did nothing like that; she mixed chemicals. In a way, you could say she was the most boring of the bunch. Her fake siblings all got to go off to maim and murder, Percy would in her chair, mixing bombs and toxic substances to create something useful. This job was of no exception, while they went off on their seamless extraction, Percy had given them a few useful tools. A chemical that could turn into goo to erase all signs of being there, one to knock out the target for a live delivery, and another to subdue them in case things got harry.
Meanwhile Percy had slept in her bed, the house awfully quit except for the man who posed as their foster father. Percy thought of him as more of an uncle though, the crazy control freak one the family would never talk about. Why couldn't she have guests over? Her friends would ask, that is, they would have if Percy had any friends. She was the weird, shy girl that sat at the back of the class and had to remember to get a few questions wrong on her tests to make it look like she was normal, like the others, that she wasn't a dragonfly.
Even here, among those in the house Percy had never felt as though she truly fit in. They all had something about them, a personality, a hobby, something that made them special and unique. All Percy had were hallucinations that sometimes got so bad she contemplated walking into the middle of the road to make them stop. She couldn't use her ability after all, she had promised, promised she wouldn't do that ever again, not after the accident. So Percy stayed calm, she bit her pillow, wrote frantically, made scaled down models of their nebula in her book. Her walls were filled with drawings that she frequented to keep her mind occupied. A raven, a stack of books on the table, anything.
Even now, at whatever time it was she sat with a textbook open. It was chemistry basics, one that Percy had memorized, but reading it comforted her. The pages were worn from being turned so much, the graphite from a pencil underlining certain words that she needed to memorize. Formulas, chemicals, anything to keep her knees from going weak, to stop the voices in her head.
The doorbell rang, her pencil snapped. Percy jumped to attention, the sound startling her. "Dad!" Percy called upstairs, just in case it was a door to door salesman. She smoothed down her shirt, threw out the snapped pencil and went to greet the person standing there.
It was a boy. "Is there anything I can help you with?" Cress asked with a polite smile.