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Prompt: Sunset Word Count: 250

Pulling the trigger was easy; it’s everything before that haunts her. 

Her brother's eyes, first fearful, then defiant, then empty as she watched the light fade out of them. Moments before she buried two bullets in his chest, she saw him as the kind boy she once knew, a boy who held her hand when she was scared, who played imaginary games in the treehouse, and taught her chess. Now he’s a cruel man who mocks her even on the brink of death.

"At least I lived without ever being a fool."

Lena wanted to believe that she was different from Lillian and Lex. Now she knows the same evil lives inside her, a howling, monstrous thing freed from its chains. The seal on her morality, never more than a flimsy veil, is broken and every suppressed urge comes so effortlessly now. It’s a white hot rage that consumes her, crawling up her throat until she tastes hot iron on her tongue. She was never anything more than this—a wounded animal waiting for the right moment to lash out, to bare its teeth, starving for that first taste of blood.

If I'm listening to The Scientist for the third time since it's hit the public feed?

I'll go back to the Mom episode. I think it says a lot about Clementine's mommy issues as much as Ava's on full display and,

My own for being so fixated? On Ava and the way she is and her choices in life and

Nah I'm totally sane. This is a rational way to deal with my own existentialism and need to disappear. I don't project on Ava much, just a healthy amount.