The bloody woman was screaming. Meta, unable to curb her curiosity, walked up to her, wondering why this woman was hysterical. "Miss?"
Blubbering, that teal-haired woman wailed about her children. 'Huh?'
The woman grabbed her hand with an iron grip, shedding tears mixed with blood streaked onto her. This woman was, to Meta, the picture of a deranged person.
"There's the witch!" Meta's eyes widened. She had thought she'd ditched her pursuers. Meta stood to flee, but the lady was unaware, still holding her tight within her grasp.
"Please," she begged. "Let me go!"
It seemed this woman couldn't hear her. Frantically, Meta searched for a weapon, any weapon, but she had nothing. "Please!"
By then, they had surrounded her, and wrapped her in cold, heavy chains.
"My children! Where are they?!" the woman sobbed, one of her few coherent words.
A man slapped her. "You evil witch," he spat. "How could you kill innocent children?"
Out of the crowd, a blue-haired man rushed through, murmuring pardons and excuses as he hurried to the sobbing woman. While that man came through, Meta caught a streak of brown and a flash of glass.
Pale. Looking as dangerous as ever, but even the great Pale Noël couldn't face them all.
Meta shook her head, and moisture landed on her bound hands. She was crying, shedding tears like the woman in front of her. Go, she mouthed. Run.
The teal-haired woman was looking at her with fright, as if she too believed that Meta had killed her children. Her lover seemed to be murmuring comforts into her ear, holding her tightly.
Before the crowd surrounded her and blocked her sight, she thought she saw tears running down Pale's face.
And that hurt her far more than anything.
Saw Mothy's new song, Project 「MA」? Mind-screwing. Eve's children were actually born dead. And Adam was a scientist, not some wood-chopper. And Eve was a witch, the best in the country. I own nothing, and one last chapter!