Kiran Shepard

“Beg me. Beg me not to kill you.”

“Calm down! Panicking won’t help us!”

“Come out, come out wherever you are!”

“Did you hear that?”

“Do you think—do you think something happened to them?”

“It’s too dangerous out there for you.”

“I want to hear the sound of your bones breaking.”

“Just close you’re eyes and it’ll all be over.”

“No fear is more powerful than fear of the unknown.”

“Running won’t do you any good.”

“Shhh, they’ll hear you.”

“Stop this! This isn’t funny!”

“The oldest and strongest emotion is fear.”

“There are some things people aren’t meant to know.”

“They’re coming. Run.”

“Who—whose blood is that?”

“Why are you doing this?”

“You’re bleeding!”

“You can’t run and you can’t hide.”

“You’re terrified aren’t you? How cute.”

The red head shook her head, her still damp hair clinging to her neck and her collar. She really needed to stop thinking about trivial things, even if they were better than the boredom or fear her mind offered as substitutes.

Walking to her nightstand, she grabbed her long black glove and stared at the fabric before slowly eyeing her left hand, tracing up her wrist, up her arm to her elbow…The scars seemed to stand up against the otherwise smooth skin, the biolights seemed to mock her as her arm transitioned to cool white metals, to circuits instead of veins. She hated feeling broken, nothing more than a mixed up puzzle put together by a child.

 Spinning on her heel, the Spectre froze at the sight of the figure convulsing less than five feet away from her. She hadn’t heard anyone enter or exit, nor was there any loose vent or panel the woman could have crawled through to get there. Syra grabbed at her hip for her pistol but felt nothing. Cursing herself, she eyed the woman again and bit her lip, thinking as fast as her brain could process the situation.

This woman was a threat until proven otherwise but…she seemed like she was in pain, her convulsions wracking her body. The redhead lowered herself to her knees and edged closer to the intruder before lightly resting her hand on her shoulder.

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"Beg me. Beg me not to kill you."

"Calm down! Panicking won’t help us!"

"Come out, come out wherever you are!"

"Did you hear that?"

"Do you think—do you think something happened to them?"

"It’s too dangerous out there for you."

"I want to hear the sound of your bones breaking."

"Just close you’re eyes and it’ll all be over."

"No fear is more powerful than fear of the unknown."

"Running won’t do you any good."

"Shhh, they’ll hear you."

"Stop this! This isn’t funny!"

"The oldest and strongest emotion is fear."

"There are some things people aren’t meant to know."

"They’re coming. Run."

"Who—whose blood is that?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"You’re bleeding!"

"You can’t run and you can’t hide."

"You’re terrified aren’t you? How cute."

"Beg me. Beg me not to kill you."

"Calm down! Panicking won’t help us!"

"Come out, come out wherever you are!"

"Did you hear that?"

"Do you think—do you think something happened to them?"

"It’s too dangerous out there for you."

"I want to hear the sound of your bones breaking."

"Just close you’re eyes and it’ll all be over."

"No fear is more powerful than fear of the unknown."

"Running won’t do you any good."

"Shhh, they’ll hear you."

"Stop this! This isn’t funny!"

"The oldest and strongest emotion is fear."

"There are some things people aren’t meant to know."

"They’re coming. Run."

"Who—whose blood is that?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"You’re bleeding!"

"You can’t run and you can’t hide."

"You’re terrified aren’t you? How cute."