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ON GOING
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I would like to go... Back to the old house...
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I've been waiting, I was born waiting...
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IN WHICH
Everything has changed, so all they want to do is go back to the simpler times.
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Vi x OC
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Brandy's POV~
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"Ready to rise to the surface?"
I looked up and saw the man I learnt to be Silco, handing a blonde boy a vile of purple liquid. He was addicted to it, grasping for it and gulping it like it was the last thing he'd ever drink.
I couldn't look away, it was a vile sight to see the young man become a monster in a matter of moments. The only thing the same was his face.
This was the kid that attacked us for the stuff. I didn't even remember his name. Yet he was convulsing horribly. He screamed, almost in pain yet delighted at the same time. I hated it.
He begun to walk towards us, he tripped and twitched in an awful manner. And he growled at us, he didn't scream or speak or whisper. He growled. Like an animal.
Anyone left alive and in his way was tossed over the side as if they were garbage. His bones cracked and purple veins travelled along his face and, from what I could see, the rest of his body too. He stopped, staring at the floor doing nothing.
Vi lifted her fists back up to a fighting stance and I did too, blocking the face with my hands and ready to strike as well.
We looked to eachother and nodded. We knew neither of us could take this thing alone, so we would do it together.
And we ran at him. Vi jumped on the railing and up above him to strike from above, she yelled as she did so, while I ran low to hit him underneath. To get his stomach. We had it figured if we attacked together, one of us will be in his grasp and the other will still strike him.
We were wrong.
He quickly grabbed both our necks and held us in the air. Before I could drop them, I put my knives into their holders on my belt.
I used my hands and grasped at his mutated arms in an attempt to get free. I couldn't focus on Vi or what Vander was yelling to Silco, all I could think about was air. How much I needed it.
