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          she   wasn’t   entirely   certain      just   how   long   it   had   been   since   they   got   there ,      but   the   sound   of   sirens   was   beginning   to   grow   more   distant   with   every   passing   moment .      “      we   lost   them .      ”      for   now ,      at   least .      they’d   have   to   get   out   of   the   city   in   the   morning ,      but   for   the   night   they   ought   to   be   safe .      not   that   she   had   much   experience   running   away   from   law   enforcement .

          she   was   tired ,      anyways .      probably   to   exhausted   to   run   much   farther ,      even   if   she   refused   to   admit   it .      knows   she   would   try   to   anyways ,      if   he   needed   her   to .      anything   to   keep   him   from   being   caught   again .      but   for   the   moment ,       they   didn’t   need   to .      would   finally   let   herself   sink   to   the   dirty   floor   of   the   long - abandoned   office   building .      she   didn't   know   how   he   managed   to   get   out .      only   knew   that   there   was   a   sense   of   relief   in   the   fact   that   he   did .      it   was   a   very   likely   selfish   feeling ,      though .      it   meant   their   oath   remained   unbroken .      that   he   could   still   kill   her .

          of   course ,      that   brought   on   another   question .      “      are   you   going   to   kill   me   now ?      ”      spoken   in   that   same   even   tone .      but   unlike   before ,      there   was   even   a   small   part   of   her   that   wanted   him   to   say   no .      not   because   she   no   longer   wished   to   die ,      but   rather   because   she   had   only   just   been   reunited   with   him .      she   hadn’t   seen   him   in   what   felt   like   an   eternity .      &&   yet   another   part   of   her   wanted   to   be   sure   he   had   safely   escaped   before   she   was   killed .

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“Well, no, not right here.” Azuna shook her head, a mild chuckle emanating from her as if she was correcting a child. “When they are alone, where there are no cameras, or anything you like of that sort. Plenty of opportunities will present themselves the more you stay and watch. Particularly if you go to the floors below. There could be much more fun down there.” The place that Cathy often dispensed her justice upon the souls within, causing the entire floor to reek of blood and for the Healer’s hands to be drenched in saving limbs that did not deserve it.

A grin eked out at the edges of her lips. “We’re a hospital, dear Zack. A hospital for healing the sick and punishing those who must be.” Her floor was for nothing but taking care of the ill, plenty that had come up from the cages of the prisons below, screaming about the witch that tortured them or the doctor who would steal their eyes. “But good, you’re smart enough to know when questions should be asked.”

A hand moved to her chin in thought, their pace bringing them by the nurses’ station, where most were pointedly looking away from the Healer and her new apprentice. “A scythe, eh?” She murmured, thinking upon it. “I’m afraid you’ll be reduced back down for a little bit, although I’d love to see how you handle a scythe.” Her smile perked, more innocent and cheerful. “It must be so fun! Though, why leave their faces?” The fingers instead came to unfold against her cheek, flat against the surface.

@killtool​ said: “ well, shit. ” (for Ray)

     “Yeah.  Shit.”  She parroted, kneeling down in front of the corpse.  The stranger had been aggressive and possibly drunk, Zack had cut him down- pretty typical stuff.  But while Rachel had been looking through the dead man’s pockets for a wallet, she’d found something else useful.

    A gun.

     “I don’t think the rain is going to stop…not any time soon.”  Rachel’s words were faint, more to herself than anything as she watched water pour down from the sky in heavy sheets.  It'd started practically out of nowhere, leaving her and Zack caught under an awning near a mostly empty convenience store.

    While she wouldn't normally care about wandering in the rain, and she doubted Zack would either given he had a hoodie, she didn't want to risk either of them getting sick because of it.

    After all, they couldn't go to a hospital.  Zack was a wanted serial killer and Rachel was missing presumed dead.  Both would be handed over to the cops in an instant.  Plus medicine wasn't something they could just dig out of a dumpster when they needed it.  Best to try to avoid getting ill at all.  

    Turning her gaze away from the clouds to glance around the area, she looked for some form of solution.  Anything that they could use to escape the storm: An abandoned building maybe, a store with no cameras, or perhaps something simple like an-  "Umbrella."  Rachel's attention was drawn to the convenience store, eyes locking onto something propped up near the entrance.  Just inside the doors.  That'd work.

    "Be right back."  She stated, walking quickly through the rain and towards the store.  Only having to crack open the door slightly, she reached in and plucked the white and pink striped umbrella from where it had been left- nobody even paid her actions any mind.  The customers were too busy with their own things, and the employees were too busy trying to make it through the day.

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"Too slow, huh?" Wulf says, almost with a hidden tinge of irony. Many bodies around him as well.  He simply shrugs, moving past the corpses that he had cut down, approaching a bit closer to the bandaged man. He remembered seeing a few reports from his employer that a serial killer was having a field day around the place where his targets were often seen. Wulf didn't care much about the existence of the killer. But, it seems, fate had other plans.