#esmea

Queen of Chaos (Esmea) "you know, as much as I... Huh... Loved watching you... Ugh... Fall and make a fool of yourself, you could have at least waited till we weren't about to die." Esmea had known turians were heavy, but she hadn't expected to learn firsthand just how hard it was to lift one. "God, I need to start going to the gym." Her small 125-pound frame was no match to even get the dazed alien sitting upright, let alone somehow manage to drag him over to her car. She quietly panted for breath, looking up at the building behind them. Garrus had barely made it 20 feet before passing out, idiot probably had a concussion. I have no idea what this is The wards were dark tonight, dark and quiet, with most of the level already settled in for the night. One of the perks of Garrus' apartment complex, it was almost always still, a rare sight on the Citadel. Garrus had insisted they all just stay put for the night, no use leaving when it's this late and they're all tired. Chellick sat at the end of the couch, squished up next to the arm rest, trying to make as much room for Esmea as possible in the tiny apartment. But it was a losing battle especially when Esmea sat with her legs folded underneath her. Resting her head in one hand and her arm on the back of the couch she shifted her weight towards Garrus who sat at the other end. It was a tight fit but after the month they all had no one seemed to mind, not even Chellick when Esmeas foot grazed his leg. He didn't even so much as raise a brow plate when her head went to rest on Garrus' shoulder.

Bloody Sunshine Pain. Sharp pain, red and hot beats at her skull. Weary eyes open to a blurry landscape that looks no different than the pain inside her skull. Fire and ash, mixed with scents of sulfur and smoke. But worse were the memories, or lack of them. Her head throbbed even as she simply tried to recall how she came here. Her vision blurred once more, pulsing red around her eyes, beating on her bones. A mindflayer, a worm, distorted, fractured, and then no more. Nothing else lived in her brain but the pain, and, is that her name? Zeerith. Is that who she was?

Never, in all his years of service had he ever come across anything like the horrors now before his eyes. Not even black market organ dealers had ever been this bloody. Bodies strewn about everywhere, trails and splatters of blood covering the floor and walls. Even in the dark Garrus' stomach churned as he tried to push aside the grotesqueness in front of him.

Console screens still flickered on desks, and soft music still played over the speakers, in stark contrast to the death displayed there. They don't even look like they had a chance to get up from their seats, or have a chance to run. How could someone pick off an entire room, seemingly so easily?

His feet slowly clicked against the floor, avoiding puddles of blood and guts and bile. Why did he have to be so curious? Why did he have to come and look inside? He could have just walked by and pretended he didn't see anything.

No. That would not have been right. He had a duty to fulfill, and even such a grotesque display wouldn't keep him from doing his job.