#transcendedhumanity

          “ hit the road, happy toad! “

                                  “Well, I sure can if I concentrate extra hard with my lady brain.”

              “Are you alright?”

        Commonly, Maya was never one to concern herself with others well being. Only keeping to herself & caring for herself. However, the look of the other seemed to draw her attention. They had a rather fragile outer appearance, so small & they looked as though they could snap so easily ( however she KNEW never to underestimate someone ). When situations would turn south & thus end with the consequence of violence, the bounty hunter would rarely stick around. For she saw staying in one place for too long as to be compariable to a sitting duck.

THEODORE WAS NEVER one to call  anything a “day”, but his legs and feet were sore from walking about, trying to figure out where Number 55 Duvet Drive was. It had not been where one would ex- pect, which was between Number 54 and Number 56 Duvet Drive, so it was one of two things: either he was being tricked, or there was more to this whole thing than what was apparent (which was very often the case). 

He was unspeakably tired, though, and he had not eaten any more than a stale piece of bread and an apple since he’d woken earlier today. Surely it would be no great sin if he were to, say, set all this aside for the next day? 

Detective Velcoro has seen a lot in his field of work. Blood, bad scenes and heart break came with the job, and there were very few things that could actually phase the man at this point. He had become absolutely and completely numb to things that most humans couldn’t stand to bear. That might have said something about him. It probably should bother him at least a little bit.

That is, until just recently. Ray had been working on tracking down a small, blind, albino woman named Fleurette. After escaping the lab where she was being experimented on, Fleurette, somehow ended up getting snatched up by a gang of nasty mobsters who were up to no good with her.

After a few scrapes and bumps, his team and him found her. Ray can’t get the image out of his head --- the first time they saw her, she was tied up on a small wooden chair, her small face covered in blood. Blackened eyes, bloodied nose, and various other cuts and bruises. It was apparent that whatever they wanted from her --------- SHE WOULDN’T CAVE. Ray also couldn’t get the sound of her fragile voice, crying out who is it, please don’t hurt me, don’t let them hurt me anymore. It haunted him like a bad dream.

It was a couple days later at this point, she wasn’t ready to talk the day they found her, but today, Ray was sent to talk to her, and see if there was anything that he could find out from her. As much as he might not have wanted to admit it ---------- he was fucking scared out of his mind.

He drove slowly to the Hospital, inhaling at least 3 cigarettes before he pulled into the parking lot. The walk to her room was even slower, he didn’t make eye contact with a single person, his heart was beating loudly.

He opens her room door slowly, and clears his throat. “ Fleurette, “ he closes the door gently. “ this is Detective Velcoro, we met very briefly the day you were rescued, I doubt you would remember me. “ 

He tries to hide the nervousness in his voice, and the pain as he looks at her small features, bruised and swollen ---------- so very obvious on her porcelain skin. 

“ Are you feeling up to talking today? “