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“You can rest now.”

Mono placed a shaking hand on the man’s cheek, pushing all aside in favor of some offer of reassurance. It was such a drastic adjustment, all he had learned and all he had seen in such a short span of time, the boy was still trembling.

Pulling his hand away, he took a breath. Even now he could feel the Transmission’s gaze burning into the back of his skull, was this how the man felt all the time? He couldn’t imagine bearing something like this for so long, though he wouldn’t exactly have to imagine anymore.

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THE LADY FOUND HERSELF CRAVING STATIC, as she often did. It had become more frequent with age, the allure of nostalgia heightening her desire to return to that corpse of a city and get her fill from the one person who could give it to her. The tantalizing, electrifying sliver of life and power she once stole from Mono’s hands, swilling its flavour in her mouth as she watched his fear grow and her grip weaken, tormented her... A fitting punishment for the paragon of consumption.

She could not say what happened that night was forgotten. In The Lady’s heart of hearts, remorse had replaced revenge in its chamber. Scarred tissue in the shape of a boy’s boxy silhouette. The chasm between her childhood rage and the knowledge she held now was great, maddening beyond belief. But she could not say there was complete regret, either.

Getting too close to him was what damned them both. Of this, The Lady was sure. Their fates were a thread that tangled and frayed against the other so deeply nobody could hope to undo them. Whatever began this story was unimportant ------ there was no longer any going back, any killing of the ouroboros they were trapped in, even if they knew who was to blame. Their ends would come, regardless of their struggling. A cosmic punchline that never changed.

Roger’s television awakened with a squeal and burst of light that made her eye twitch. It was wholly selfish to seek out the one she once threw away for the sake of her own amusement, her own needs and desires and satisfaction, but if there was one thing these decades had taught, it was this:

The Lady always got she wanted.

Fingers pressed against the screen, tickled by the strange crackling sensation where flesh met glass. Shadows twirled amongst the technicolour carnage.

❝I know you can hear me.❞

The overbearing presence of static thrumming through Mono’s skull was almost enough to cover the pounding of his bare feet against the train floor, keeping time with his heart hammering behind his ears. He didn’t need to look back to know the Thin Man wasn't far behind, he could feel his pursuer’s presence, like a pressure coiling tighter around his chest. 

Even still, the boy willed himself to keep pushing further, keep pushing through the warped air and aching muscles. Rest was not an option, and quickly coming up was his next jump. Unless he managed to reach and grab the suspended pulley at the end of the car, he would be quickly pinned against the unyielding metal door. 

The clamber to gain enough height, while anxiety inducing, proved to be the easy part. Making the leap into open air, Mono felt his heart wedge itself in his throat. Fingers slick with rain attempted close around the pulley handle, but came loose as his momentum carried him too fast, unable to keep a grip on the polished metal. 

He hardly had time to process the fatal implications of his error, the feeling of total suspension lingering for only a moment before colliding back with the floor.  The boy gasped with the impact, air rushing from his lungs as he landed squarely on his back.

Something hadn’t felt right. Another escaped child maybe? No - this presence was different - familiar. The sight of a worn out paper bag moving through the guest area. The guest were occupied with their gluttony to even notice. 

How did he get here? She had left for him dead. 

      YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE STEPPED   in front of the mirrors. He can see you in the mirrors, he can see everything in the mirrors!  “ Awww~! Poor thing! ”  That voice from the other room-- it was so manufactured and deliberate in its pleasantness it could make skin crawl clean off.  A rolling noise, like thunder, races down from the hall. It was him, in his office chair, pushed so violently into the room and with little care of how he practically banged himself against the counter as his only means of stopping. Who he was appeared to almost be a very normal man... if not for the mirrors attached to his head that gave the illusion of about six grinning mouths and ten wide, green eyes that... impossibly seem to look in all different directions.  

It felt like it had been so long since the teen had seen another child. They seemed so much smaller now that she was growing... She wondered if she appeared as frightening to him as the grown ups she now worked with.

   Blue eyes narrow from the top of the cabinet as she watches him lurk and shamble around-- leaning her head on a hand as she did-- the adults were all weird, now that she's out from the strange ship; weird and dangerous ( perhaps even more than the Maw staff ). But there was one that she couldn't really wrap her head around, and that was the man with static prowess. To her, he was strange-- he doesn't seem to actively want to kill ( which irked her, for some reason, but she won't voice that concern yet )-- legs move to tuck in under her chin, and her arms wrap around her knees as she watched him still.

   One of the weirder anomalies in this city, she supposed; but she guessed that she couldn't really worry about the bigger things for now ( she just wanted to survive, it's a risky situation to be in, after all ), but there was still something that itched at her-- could he be one of the few that could, potentially, not be immediately hostile? If she ever crossed paths with the other-- would she still live? Fifteen pressed her mouth into a thin line as her eyebrows furrowed, she had nothing better to do, did she? Bite the bullet whilst you still can, Freesia.