ENCOUNTER MY MUSE AFTER THEY’VE JUST KILLED SOMEONE - @dayanghan
They’ve found her. Again. They always find her. Always. Always. Always.
Kit tried to stop the negative mantra from repeating in her head along with her fears. But it didn’t stop. No matter where she went, by herself or not - she was never going to be safe.
But the moment she tried to run towards the fight, she froze and a STRIKE of fear dug deeper into her bones. Because SHE wasn’t in control of her muscles, she wasn’t frozen from her fear - something was holding her in place. Someone. She recognized the uncomfortable feeling of losing control, of BEING controlled. Of the buzzing sensation in her head as the chip surged electrical pulses through her skin, orders driving muscle movement.
No. Please no.
Her next movements felt more like a dream than anything else - a waking nightmare. Like a puppet, she moved on some unspoken command towards the nearest individual. He didn’t react fast enough, understandably confused by the small harmless form rushing towards him. Kit was on him in a second, knife - when did she get a KNIFE? - sinking into his neck.
As she followed his body to the ground, Kit let out a tortured scream, half stumbling as she rolled to her knees. Kit thought she heard a little giggle and she fought internally for control, pulling at her joints and ligaments to stay in place as they fought to move at the puppeteer's will.
She saw him appear and a flicker of relief was subdued by regret, fear and derision. “Shiro!” Kit started to step forward, and she pulled herself violently back. “Help me….” Tears were dripping down her face now, unable to be controlled by either her or her puppeteer. Bloody knife still held upright in shaking hand. Another step. “No…Don’t.” Was she talking to herself or him now?
