Disclaimer: Verse by Chloe Carpenter, from her song 'Don't Listen to the Voices'
A/N: I'd like to thank all my reviewers! I can't remember all your names, but know that your reviews are greatly appreciated! And keep them coming, they're mother's milk to me. This chapter was done quickly and without much creative juice, but I figured I just had to force something out. I really should be studying for my exams…
I know I'm in denial
But if I don't believe it's real
Then it doesn't exist
If I ignore the screams and pain
Maybe it will go away
It never happenedShe is running. Her breath comes in quick pants. Exhaustion creeps into her mind to spread through her aching body; she stubbornly ignores it. There is only one thought that she tries to focus on: Run away…
"You left me…" Bleeding, split lips part and do not move in sync with the words, but she knows that the lips speak.
She does not like to run. Escape is not a preferred option to her, but in this world it is the only choice. In both her worlds, it is the only choice. Run, or die.
Shots ring out behind her, echoing, their sounds suddenly magnified a hundred fold, filling her ears, pounding into her head. A blood-curdling scream. There, ahead of her, the means to her survival, a payphone. The phone rings, seeming to shudder on the cradle that supports it. Lifting it to her ear, she looks behind her, out from behind the glass.
"Life is so fragile, and you hit it with a hammer." Bloodshot eyes penetrate into hers.
A writhing body, stained crimson. She knows that face, the face twisted in torment and agony, then anger and defiance as its destructor steps up to it. The girls spits in defiance, hitting his gun. She can hear him say,
"Only human."
Her vision is blurring, burning the image before her into her mind forever, a red-tinted memory. An inexplicable sensation as the world turns white, then the darkness of the Core. A dark face invades her own, lips moving, speaking words she cannot comprehend at the moment. "Are you alright?" Of course she was all right, when had she ever said she wasn't? When had she ever failed?
Besides now.
How can she act so cold? He is watching her from a distance, standing in the shadows, trying to remain unnoticed. Their eyes meet, and she is first to turn away, unable to admit her guilt.
The guilt that consumes her. The guilt that speaks to her, repeating her failures, speaking through those she has failed.
There is blood on her shirt. Trinity says that she was injured; but she knows the truth. There is blood on her, blood on her hands, on her conscience, that can never be wiped away.
"Mortality…"
