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 Morrigan hadn't been outside since her capture and as she stood in the too-bright aisle of the grocery store she clenched her fists, staring at the can of soda she'd been ordered to put in the cart. The Man hovered over her, a looming shadow. She'd slowly earned his trust enough to go outside, but every time it broke her inside a little bit. She curled in on herself and did as he bid. There was an ever-present lump of anger forming in the pit of her stomach, rising to her throat like bile every time he gave an order but she always swallowed it down and submitted. She felt it burning in her throat right now but she pushed it down and after a long pause she did as he said and curled her fingers around the bottle.

"Good girl," he purred, leering at her. The anger overwhelmed her and she couldn't take it anymore. This outburst had been a long time coming, squashed down too many times. Morrigan had a hot temper and she'd managed to contain herself for some time but she couldn't take it anymore. Dazzlingly white Wunder formed in her hands and she growled softly. The Man didn't even startle, just met her eyes and the Wunder slowly dissolved. "I would advise caution, Miss Crow," he whispered sharply "I, too, have a knack," he hissed into her ear. "Now be a good little purchase and get me more soda"

"Soda rots your teeth," she spat out, grabbing the soda and throwing it hard into the cart. A small crack crept up the side and she scowled at it. She grabbed another bottle and threw it harder. This one did shatter and fragments of glass flew everywhere amid a neon orange spray. A piece of glass embedded itself into the Man's leg and she reveled in the moment. Until several pieces flew into her own legs. Because of course. The universe obviously hated her, as demonstrated by her supposed curse, being kidnapped and taken to the Ghastly Market and now for every piece of glass that cut the evil man two more cut her.

"Oh!" a voice rang out. It sounded familiar and Morrigan whirled around, the hood cloaking her face barely staying in place. "Let me help you with that," the friendly redhead said. Jupiter! Morrigan opened her mouth, about to call out to him. Her spirits rose; she would finally be rescued and get away from that horrid place and that horrid man. But just as the name began to roll off her tongue, the man's fingernails dug into her shoulder and he spoke over her, his voice oily and trying hard to be respectable.

"Thank you," he trailed off, obviously indicating for Jupiter to tell his name.

"Jupiter North," he cut in smoothly, smiling blankly. "And you are?" he asked, not unkindly.

"I'm Emmanuel Marth," the Man answered. This was news to Morrigan and she silently recorded it in her mind. Emmanuel squeezed her shoulder. "And this is my daughter Emma," he smiled crookedly.

Morrigan didn't move and pleaded with the universe to please just let Jupiter recognize her and get her out of this nightmare. But he didn't. He didn't even look down at her, just widened his blank smile and nodded. Morrigan hated seeing that blank smile on his face. He was still acting like his kind self, but there was no energy in his motions, no twinkle in his shadowed eyes. Even his ginger hair looked like it was drooping sadly. Usually when he talked he made grand gestures with his hands, usually his walk was practically a bounce, usually he had a thousand-watt grin on his face. But now his hands were at his sides, he stood still as a statue and smiled without any emotion.

She wanted to scream at him that she was right there. But he wouldn't even look at her, and even if he did he might not recognize her. Emmanuel had put white gauze over the burn on her face for the trip, which blended in almost completely with her paler-than-ever skin. Her hair was in braids (shudder) and she had a hood obscuring most of her face and shrouding the rest in shadows. She was also wearing a dress which wasn't even black. It was a light lilac, and she'd never wear something so not colorless, which Jupiter would know.

"Is there anything I can do to help with this mess?" Jupiter asked, always the selfless helper.

"I think we're good. This is quite a mess, though isn't it? I'll definitely have to show Emma the proper way to place items in carts later. No matter," he said, laughing a little. She needed Jupiter to realize who she was. Now. This was her chance. Maybe Jupiter would recognize her voice.

"Sorry," the sarcasm was evident in her voice, which would hopefully help Jupiter recognize her since almost all she said was some sort of snarky comment. "Thanks for offering, Jupiter," she said, maybe hearing his name from her mouth would help?

The redhead startled a bit and she inhaled sharply, holding her breath. But he just shook his head a bit, like he was shaking something off and nodded. "Well if you're sure, I'll leave you be." with that he turned around and walked off slowly, presumably to his own cart.

No, he couldn't go. He couldn't leave her, here, with Him. But he was. Morrigan watched Jupiter turn and walk away, and deflated, letting Emmanuel guide her forcibly by the shoulders back to their cart. She felt like Jupiter's eyes were on her the rest of the 20 minutes they spent at the market but she was probably just imagining it.

She pushed the hood off of her head as soon as they got out of the store, relieved, having felt like Little Red Riding Hood wearing it. Her two braids hung down her back and she pulled the elastic keeping them in place off, letting her black hair fall loose. There. That felt more like herself, minus the purple dress. Her hair was now long enough to reach her hips, which was where the dress ended and the black leggings she'd "earned" by doing a satisfactory job on dinner.

A couple was walking down the sidewalk towards them and Emmanuel hissed at her to make conversation. "I need a haircut," she offered as they passed the couple. Emmanuel nodded, satisfied. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jupiter

For some reason Emma seemed familiar to Jupiter, which was strange since he hadn't even been able to make himself even look at her face. He couldn't stand to see a little girl Morrigan's age. So he'd just stood awkwardly, putting on a smiley mask.

When she'd said his name, emotion leaked through her sarcasm and it reminded him too much of Morrigan so he'd walked away instead of forcing his help on them, as he'd usually do.

But the familiarity had bothered him to no end and he'd ended up staring at the girls back, frowning, for another 20 minutes. He'd even ended up following them, convincing himself further that he was crazy.

About 20 feet away from the market she tugged off the hood, revealing adorable braids and a pretty lilac dress. Her hair was long and it looked even longer once it fell loose around her like a curtain. It was long enough to block her dress and only show black leggings.

All of a sudden the girl looked exactly like Morrigan, just a purple dress and long hair.

"Morrigan!" he cried out, earning him some strange looks from a couple coming up to the store. He ignored them, not caring about sounding crazy. "Wait!"

Ack, it's been so long since I updated! I'm so sorry! But don't worry I'm now over my writer's block (I hope) and if all goes to plan I will soon have another thousand-word chapter for you! 

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