TO CUT A TURNING TAIL

52). CONNELL

On the other hand, Connell is sitting in front of everyone on a broken brown chair. Except for Jon, Kamaya, and Lovi, everyone is sitting on a couch. These three are the only ones too intrigued to sit. "So, Connell. Tell us what you have to say" Jon requests insensitively.

 "Wait!", Lovi intervenes before Connell can start, a black confetti flies out of her sleeve. The confetti looks as if it can pierce anyone unlike what confetti are made to do. They might only kill if you eat them in a gulp, but this one looked much like a stainless blade. Jon can see it slowly flowing towards Connell, it cuts at her wrist, a very tiny cut with blood spilling out of her skin. The confetti flow back towards Lovi. She eerily dresses it under her tongue. "Please go on" kamaya indicates.

Connell clears her throat and starts walking towards a bag, [this bag had been teleported away right after them, such lightweight things with no brain and bare electronics or anything sensitive are easier to transport. Who knew clothes would be able to correspond better with speed than humans]

 It is a red duffle back lying at the side of the room. "So, what do you think would be the best part of this story?" she confidently asks them. "Any idea what it's about?". She brings out eight pairs of gloves which are much like a cloth attached to a plastic or some sort of metal that is wrapped over the edge of the wrist and the palm area, white strings coming from the metal portion which are attached to golden finger clips. These golden finger clips seem to be a substitute for glove clothing. 

In reality, "these are Collin gloves, they are made of charcoal hot glue and rubber. Wires are attached to it, once you wear them, inform me." She throws them in the air for Jon to catch them all and get them distributed, but Jon just has two hands, so he holds two pairs, Kamaya pulls his pair from the air with his thread and so does Acker. Lovi brings a whirlpool of confetti into the air like a tray, they catch the remaining pair and distribute it to the other kyles. 

 The tray is lavender and looks like an abstract painting as the tray has a very frail look. This tray is the only thing that looks elegant in the spread of a black environment and the rough empty house filled with dust. Lovi looks like a ghoul with her messy hair and her tongue wide open as if she is performing a deadly ritual.

Finally, they have all worn the gloves. "Thank you, with me enabling to show you the memory, and visiting it myself makes me feel stronger. And have better control over myself, just like many fellow humans."

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LOCATION: ATLAS, NOW KNOWN AS STYLES. 

His elongated metal claws brush his chin, his beady eyes staring at a frame that reads, "how favoritism confines human mind but to get over it is winning over fear". He is a man in his mid-70s who has a hand sufficing to the arm in human form and ahead of it, metal rods and bars which lead all the way to his metal claws. He looks similar to Anthony Hopkins but his name is Mercenary 2. 

In a small polished wooden room, which looks like a cafe, sitting next to him is another guy in his seventies, he is snoring, his tag reads Mercenary 3. Whilst 2 wears a light blue faded t-shirt and beach shorts, the other one is wearing an armour very similar to the ones used by ancient warriors in mythology. 2 tickles him with his long claws and chuckles as he wakes up. "Don't do it". 2 frowns, 3 has just cussed him badly.

 Someone howls from behind and 2 gets startled, "hi, who are you?" a girlish voice asks. This is a young Connell, 5, puny, two little ponytails, and a little mole on the cheek. "Oh!" 2 abruptly turns his chair back to 3 after noticing that spot. "Please talk to me!" she pleads in a yearning tone. 

A female youth in a rainbow apron and black dress walks in. She approaches Connell, hunches down and rubs her cheek with a black sheet, the spot diminishes, "now you can talk to them." She whistles at 2 and he turns to her, subtly hiding his frown. "May I announce this, you can talk to her."