It's been seven months since Cosima had heard from Delphine, well, seven months, two weeks and four days, but who's counting?
Things have been…strange. Somehow, Neolution have gotten deeper within their lives, digging graves for each clone, one by one.
They took Alison first.
The devoted Neo's seemed to know more than they should have about her, from her schedule right down to the brand of shampoo she used. Cosima remembers because she gave her a bottle, even though Alison insisted that it must have been full of illegal products despite Cosima telling her that she only did pot and nothing else. They followed her, spied on her and even broke into her home, turning the place upside down as a message.
Then one day, Alison was gone. Vanished. And that was all she knew.
Next, it was Sarah. She doesn't know what happened exactly, Sarah didn't exactly check in with her very often and when she did, it was fleeting. The only thing she knows is that Sarah has disappeared, too.
Now it's her turn.
Cosima noticed that she had a shadow, a butch man that stood much taller than herself. He seemed to be everywhere. In cafes. In Supermarkets. Even outside her apartment! But there was nobody to turn to. Everyone was preoccupied with trying to locate Sarah and Alison, Cosima was not the priority right now. At least, that's how she saw it. She tried to lose this follower as much as she could, but he was fast on his feet and always seemed to catch up, never coming too close though. That's what she found strange. He never approached her, didn't try to interfere with her life, just tagged along behind her like a parasite latched onto its host.
One particular evening, as the sky grew unsettled like a tired toddler and rumbled low and deep in the distance, Cosima stepped out into the cool night with her coat wrapped around her tightly. She'd been catching up with Scott in a nearby cafe that afternoon and neither had realised just how late it had gotten.
"Shit, I need to go, I'm sorry, Scottie, see you soon, dude."
"No problem, keep me updated, ok? and hey, Cosima, you're not alone in this."
She made her way towards her apartment and quickly sensed that she was not alone. Her pace quickened, small feet trying to carry her burdened body faster than they could. She tripped. Gravel scraped across her knees and hands like a knife slicing into her, ripping holes in her tights and embedding tiny stones in her skin. Without hesitation, she jumped to her feet and fled, little beads of blood saturating her torn tights.
As she spotted her apartment, she reached a hand into her bag and searched for her keys, but they hid from her like a naughty child. When she finally managed to grasp them, she was her buildings door, shakily trying to fit the key to the lock. Before she could open the door, a dirty hand silenced her. The stranger picked her up with ease despite her struggling and quickly placed her in the back of a small van, where another man waited with rope and tape.