#i-am-deviated

Now, within the church, spirits were low, desperate. Some cried in corners, others curled up with one another, praying to whatever they could that Markus would find a way. Shae had been one of the last to rejoin with them. Her pale skin, her white hair and the entirety of her pale clothes had been stained with dirt and muck from the waters. She sustained a small injury in her shoulder, the blue blood clear to those who looked, yet she did not seem to pay it much mind. Her thoughts aimed immediately towards one of the wounded androids as she aimed within. A man, much taller than her, the side of his abdomen clearly sliced opened, and thirium pouring from him. Without a second thought did she aim for him, catching him before he would fall, and holding him with an arm around his side as best as she could. Yet what could a small android such as her do by herself when faced with this.

‘‘Hey!’‘ she called out to the crowd of androids dispersed through the church. ‘‘I need help over here!’‘

                     So much had changed. The world itself had stopped spinning, it seemed. Blood had been spilled on both sides, despite the peaceful approach they had promised to take. Many lives had been lost, and while a goal had been reached, nothing quite plagued the mind like the blood on her own hands. Shae had never been one for violence, and yet as her mind had become her own, it had seemed as though it had begun to follow her everywhere. 

            Now, amidst the walls of Jericho, where many an android soul had found refuge, despite the newly legal status of their existence, the mood did not seem as high as one would hope. Many an android roamed around, waiting for more news, some sitting and speaking to one another, other tending to the wounded corpses of those they had lost, their mechanical bodies having stopped mid-movement like statues frozen in time. Yet it was on the second floor of the ship, where quiet and silence reigned that Shae found peace. Her pale form stepped through the broken beams which had fallen upon the floor, careful not to fall down, until finally, she could sit herself on the very edge of the high wall which left to a small cliff, and a possible fall which could be fatal. Her small legs dangled freely, her long, white hair flowing harshly in the strong wind as she attempted to let what peace she could find within. Yet thoughts of her own misguided actions still clouded her mind. Images resurfaced through her brain; blood upon her hands, crimson spurting across her poor, helpless figure.

            She shook in desperate need to send those mental pictures away, but nothing did it. Hands fell upon her pale features, a deep breath attempting to calm her from this state of pure panic from actions long past, and the small LED upon her temple would grow a bright red.