He waited for her. He'd been so close to freedom; closer than she, even, but he came back.

She sees it through his eyes: men falling beneath her claws like frail petals, torrents of blood splattering on the floor and coating its shiny surface in crimson, and finally—the sight that makes her heart flutter—the door, and all the wildlife and trees beyond it. The fresh air and chirping birds; the warm breeze and setting sun.

She wants to cry when her vision changes and she's back in the sterile hallways, searching for something, wanting something…

She sees her own cell and knows what's happening. She's so close, but then the bullets come.

He waited for her.


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