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“I’m not what you think I am,” she assured the other woman. “I don’t want to hurt anyone. I just want to live my life and pretend I’m as normal as the next person,” though she knew the other would never believe her. Why should she? Thanks to the government and the colonists she was a monster.

“Who the fuck are you and why have you been following me?” the petite blonde snapped, glaring up at the much larger man. Her hands twitched; she was prepared to defend herself if necessary.

Miracle - CHVRCHES

Dropping back to the flats of her feet, Melody pulled away to look where the survivors had gone, though a hand remained against Samuels chest. Satisfied that they were alone again she looked back up to him, her hand falling away from his chest. "Sorry," she smiled faintly, the faintest of blushes coloring her cheeks. "I figured two idiots kissing in the middle of a death trap would keep them from being interested and save us time." Her little ploy had worked like a charm, but she felt guilty for not voicing the idea to Samuels. It had been one of those spur of the moment things.

"I'd have preferred to kiss you under less dire circumstances," she admitted with a mild shrug, her blush deepening as she turned to continue forward. Why the hell had she told him that?! Shaking her head at herself, Melody kept moving, almost unwilling to let Samuels see her face.

Samuels wasn't the first synthetic she'd kissed, but unlike David who was unabashedly curious about such things, she got the impression that Samuels was the exact opposite. It may have never crossed his mind before, but why would it? So few people viewed synthetics as people and it seemed only those made for the pleasure of a human ever considered such intimacy. It wasn't normal to behave as she did toward synthetics, but she hardly cared about that.

Melody was simply embarrassed over admitting her interest in the young synthetic, but she was also worried that he might be upset with her. Or even view her as other humans did; a freak.

"You okay?" she asked finally, turning a bit so she could meet his gaze. "I know that was… inappropriate," she flushed.

Sevastopol was only supposed to be a pit stop, but now she worried it might be her tomb. The creatures, matching David’s various drawings exactly, were ruthless. They terrified her, but not because of their savagery. No, what terrified her was the way they felt familiar and the implications behind such emotions.

She’d heard the creature in her mind long before she saw it. It didn’t talk, not like her, but it had questioned what she was. It was confused by her presence, curious. It didn’t want to harm her. It simply wanted to know why she was different and why she was running. Family shouldn’t run from one another. Family was supposed to work together.

She could only stare at the closed door, the searing pain of the creature’s death rooting her to the spot. She felt ill and after a few moments turned to empty her stomach, but it was already painfully empty. Eyes stinging from the pain in her head, she wiped at her eyes and looked at Samuels blankly, face pale.  “It was scared,” she whispered, unable to immediately answer his question.

Taking a moment, she focused on her breathing. Its presence echoed in her mind. It felt like it belonged there and when she tried to push it aside, she felt so cold and alone. It was frightening, but she’d never noticed how quiet her mind felt. Shaking her head, she eventually forced the creature’s echo aside and put her full attention on Samuels; they needed to keep moving.

“I’m not really sure, but maybe… it’s a really long story,” she murmured, trembling fingers tipped in deadly black claws passing through her hair. “No… it’s still…” she tapped her temple, but shook her head. “We have to keep moving… I’ll be alright, when we’re off the station…”

First, however, she wanted to look at his wounds. “What about you?” she moved behind him to get a look at his back, worry written into her gaze. “Are you in pain?” She could patch him up if necessary; she’d learned a lot during her time with David.

"David, she's awake," said a calm female voice from above. The voice was rather monotone and after a moment Melody realized it wasn't an actual person speaking.

Gradually, her eyes adjusted and she finally dared to sit up, the blanket that had been draped over her sliding away. Dressed in a simple tank top and shorts, Melody rubbed at her temple as she attempted to make sense of things. Her surroundings were unfamiliar and she was having a hard time remembering anything that might give her any clue about where she was.

The last thing she remembered was... The door to the room opened and Melody looked up, a frown touching her features. Just like everything else, the man that stood before her was unfamiliar.