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You'll be my detonator...
Sep. 18th, 2016 04:01 pmShe dreams she's in the Zones. The Witch is nowhere to be seen, but Cherri's body is there, sprawled lifeless on the sand. She feels an ache for him, tucked between her ribs. He'd been so kind to her in the few hours they'd spent together, close together. She'd started to wonder if that kindness was what love really felt like.
Cherri's isn't the only body. All of her family are there: Poison with a scorch mark under his jaw, Kid with his arms outstretched for his brother, Jet with his hair all crazy across his face and Ghoul with blank, unseeing eyes, his gun still in his hand.
And then they come for her. They talk hold of her, rough handed, and there's an exterminator with her father's face. He looks her in the eye.
"Say hi to your mommy for me," he says. And then he pulls the hood down over her eyes.
The world goes dark, goes grey and lightless, and Girl sees terrible things, horrible things. Help me, she thinks. Help me, help me, help me
She had a name, but she can't remember what it was.
In the mask, she screams.
Cherri's isn't the only body. All of her family are there: Poison with a scorch mark under his jaw, Kid with his arms outstretched for his brother, Jet with his hair all crazy across his face and Ghoul with blank, unseeing eyes, his gun still in his hand.
And then they come for her. They talk hold of her, rough handed, and there's an exterminator with her father's face. He looks her in the eye.
"Say hi to your mommy for me," he says. And then he pulls the hood down over her eyes.
The world goes dark, goes grey and lightless, and Girl sees terrible things, horrible things. Help me, she thinks. Help me, help me, help me
She had a name, but she can't remember what it was.
In the mask, she screams.
