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“We’ll get you home,” Kate promised. She’d get them both home, it was all she could do. There wasn’t anything more she could do for the poor soul at their feet, after all. He was beyond saving, even for the best heroes. “Just focus on writing for a minute okay? It’ll help,” she said, smiling softly at him.
Then she turned to the body. “Male. Decent abs – don’t write that down. Caucasion, but like, sort of blue? Is that from an experiment or was he already like that?” she mused aloud, kneeling down for a closer look. “Cuts like the others. Random, but not at the same time. It’s supposed to look more chaotic than it really is,” she noted, frowning deeply. Whoever these people were, they were skilled. She’d seen death enough times to know that. “Definitely connected to the others. Same M.O. Maybe he was an Inhuman? Or a vigilante? Somebody they felt threatened by, enough to tie him up. There’s marks around his wrists,” she said, pointing.
She stood up, shaking her head. “We’ll have to leave him here. I’ll call 911 anonymously. After we get you someplace safe,” she said, looking over at him. “How you doing?”
Cece was focusing on much more on the writing but he forced himself, pushing everything away as he moved his hand to write out every detail word for word. Something sounded familiar about the way she listed every detail, analyzing, like a scientist. At that thought he froze, pausing on the last word he had to write down. For a long moment he stared unblinkingly at the paper, hand squeezing the pencil tighter and tighter until it snapped in his grip. The sudden feeling of ink dripping over his hands broke his spiraling train of thought and he let go of the pen, glancing up at the woman.
“Sorry... I’m um, I’m fine.” He nodded, taking a large swallow to try and relieve the sudden dryness in his throat. All he needed to do was get home and he could pretend that none of this happened. Forcing himself to relax, he held out the notepad, thankful none of the ink spilled over what he had written but the pen itself was on the ground now, non-salvageable.











