Training Day, Part VII: Homecoming Jan 30, 2020 17:19:34 GMT
Post by Morgan Payne on Jan 30, 2020 17:19:34 GMT
January 30th, 2020
Morgan sat there in the back of the cab, resting her chin on her fist as she stared out the window. Events of the past month replaying in her head. In just thirty days, hard work and dedication to a new purpose had brought her to a new point in life where she felt like she was finally able to progress forward. She’d undergone a month of voluntary separation from her loved ones - her family - to increase her knowledge and prowess. Much as she’d endured the physical aspect of training, she never expected the mental aspect to have such an effect on her. Morgan had learned to view things from a different perspective. Almost like looking at them from a tactical viewpoint. She saw the world and people in a different light.
“Stop here.” Morgan said suddenly as the cab was driving down the road to a rich, lavish looking residential area.
“Here?” The driver asked, looking up into the rearview mirror.
“Just pull over.” Morgan requested as she dug for her wallet and fished out a Ben Franklin. She grabbed her bag and got out of the cab, handing the bill to the driver through his window. “Here. Rests is yours, boss.”
Hesitantly, the driver took the money and looked at the young girl, standing there in that old black hoodie she’d been wearing. The rest of her outfit, a denim mini skirt with thigh high black stockings and boots with a tank top under the hoodie.
“You sure? There’s still a couple of miles up the road to go.”
“Ahnno what I’m doin’. Take it easy, pal.” Morgan said, stepping back from the cab as the driver shrugged and pulled away. Morgan watched him drive off as she continued to reminisce over everything that had happened recently. Her training. Her experiences. The trials. Learning to never run from the things that chased you, learning the meaning of giving everything you had and working to achieve victory through any means necessary, facing her deep seeded fears and...righting the wrongs in your life that still haunted you otherwise. Morgan thought of all these things as she slung her bag up over her shoulder and started walking in the same direction that the cab went. In her other hand, she carried a long gift box given to her by Connor MacNamara with instructions to not open it until she reached her destination. Sticking to the side of the road to avoid cars, she pressed on as she had one final journey to make before she and others could be completely happy. Morgan walked the final two miles that the cab driver had spoken of and found herself at the end of a wide, long driveway with different vehicles parked. A familiar bike. A black and green sports car. A passenger van. Her very own Jeep Wrangler tricked out to be a Steeler fan’s pimped out ride. Morgan moved up the driveway and stopped at the vehicle. She reached out and touched the sleek black hood. Funny though how the one responsible for her owning this never came up during her challenge of the mental mountain. It was as if he was no longer a passing thought in her mind. She often thought of getting rid of the thing because of who it came from but now it had memories attached to it. Fond memories. Some that would warm the heart and some that would cause the heart to stop if it belonged to a nun or a preacher.
Morgan patted the hood as if it were a living, breathing steed and smiled somberly. She walked passed it and moved around the part of the house until she came to the front door. This is where she stopped and paused. It felt so familiar. Too familiar. She remembered this feeling. The location. The time of day. Everything. It was just like in her third trial when she walked in only to be shunned and rejected by those she missed the most, more than anything.
But they had proven those visions false ten times over. Connor and Van Owen, as well, had assured her it was all just in her head. Maybe she should change up how things in her trial went just to be sure? Morgan lifted a hand, contemplating knocking. Before she could, however, the door opened on its own. No. Not on its own. Morgan found herself staring back at the face of a young blonde woman. Shock and disbelief was written all over the woman’s face as Morgan saw tears welling up in her eyes.
“M...Morggy…?!” Lilith Meadows got out in barely a whimper. Morgan just smiled warmly, feeling her own tears of joy coming on.
Morgan laughed softly as a tear fell down her cheek and she quickly wiped it.
“I’m here...I...I’m home.”
No sooner than she got that last word out did Lil throw herself into her arms, hugging her neck tightly. Morgan let her bag hit the ground and squeezed back. The next thing she knew, Lil was grabbing her bag for her and pulling her inside by the hand. Into the Castle.
“Jaz!! Mary!! Lluv!! Everybody!! Morggy’s home!!”