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PostSubject: [Episode] Thawing Time   [Episode] Thawing Time EmptyMon Aug 05, 2019 2:14 am




 
...HOW FOOLISH.

NOT EVEN WORTH MY TIME.

 



PAPILLON D. FRAN

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Thirteen Years Ago…


So...cold… Fran shivered, pulling a threadbare blanket tighter around her body. There was a small fire flickering in front of her, it’s weak flames struggling to fight against the ever growing cold. Snow fell in delicate flakes from the grey sky and the muddy streets were freezing over. Stench wafted from a passed out homeless man next to Fran, but she could feel his heat slowly fading. He wouldn’t last long if he didn’t wake up soon, but from past experiences, Fran knew better than to rouse him. Death was freeing to the suffering.

Another shiver passed through Fran. She was determined not to give into the temptation of accepting death. Never… thought Fran, clenching her teeth firmly to stop them from chattering.

“Fran?” a feeble voice rose from her lap and she glanced down at the boy she was trying to shelter.

“It’s okay, Finny,” she whispered, shuffling closer to the fire. “It’ll get warmer when the sun rises.”

“I’ve never felt so cold before,” the boy whimpered, curling into a tighter ball into Fran’s belly. “Papa…”

“It’s okay,” she repeated, but her voice was empty.

The truth was, even if they made it through tonight, there was still tomorrow night and the night after that. Fran, like all orphans, had learnt to expect winters to be filled with more suffering than any other season.

Finny wasn’t like Fran. Until recently, Finny had an adult to look after him, but that man was now frozen cold next to Fran; his breathing stopped. Suddenly, a bone-chilling wind blew through the street, sweeping unmarked snow up and, like the bitch Mother Nature could be, dumped it all over their meagre campfire.

The effects of losing their only source of actual warmth was immediate. The night got darker, the cold feistier. Fran would have cried if she wasn’t so cold and tired. Instead, she pulled the blanket closer around Finny, despite knowing that by sunrise, he would no longer be with her.


Ten Years Ago…



The winters got easier. They were still colder and colder each year, but Fran had amassed better survival skills. And there was something else. Someone else. Despite being younger than Fran, she was faster, braver and most importantly, stronger. Fran had gotten used to seeing her back and she found herself smiling more when she was with her.

Fran had only ever had the will to live and not much more. In her, she’d seen what strength and kindness was. It was a warmth that chased the cold away and made it easier to pass the nights spent awake because her growling stomach refused to quiet.

Then the Harvesters had arrived, grabbed her and not even her dear friend could save her. The last thing Fran remembered before being snatched, before the numbing cold paralysed her legs, before the lonely despair and before the treacherous path she had dragged her bloody and weak body along, was the cry of anguish from her friend echoing over the sound of cruel laughter.

“Fran! Fran!!”

“Mi…!”

“FRAN!!!”


***


“Fran, wake up! Fran! FRAN!!”

Her crimson eyes flew open in a frenzied panic as her blanket was jerked from her body. Immediately, her first reaction was to whip out the revolver she kept buried under her pillow and jam it into her assailant’s forehead.

“Woah, woah, woah, calm down! It’s me, Fran!” Captain Patch cried, flinging his arms into the air in hopes it would pacify the woman.

Panting, a lock of sweat drenched hair fell over Fran’s face as she studied the captain through bleary and hysteria-filled eyes. There were three rings surrounding her seemingly bottomless pupils, a sure sign she was deeply agitated. Patch had known her for a long time already and he could tell when she was displaying bouts of hysteria abnormal even for her.

Slowly and gently, as though approaching a rabid dog, he lowered his body so he was kneeling beside her bed. The barrel of the gun followed his every move, but her finger trembled over the trigger. Fran, usually so cool and composed, never fired unless she was sure of her target. It was rare for her to pull out her gun without first formulating a carefully calculated plan. Something in her sleep must have truly shaken her down to her core.

“Shh...it’s me…” Patch murmured, carefully reaching towards Fran’s trembling body.

The barrel pressed against his forehead, but he pulled her towards him as though it weren’t there. His golden monocle glistened as the morning sun filled the room and Fran was frozen in place, her head rested against Patch’s shoulder. He smoothed out the back of her disheveled head, humming an obscure tune quietly. Finally, when she lifted her head, the rings around her pupil had faded, but there was always one ring that always stayed stubbornly locked in place.

Patch carefully released the young woman's body and she studied him for a moment. It had already been approximately ten years since Fran had first met the older marine captain, yet not a single feature had changed since. His greying hair, scruffy beard and crows feet lining the corner of his eyes were almost identical to the first day she had encountered him all those years ago when he had given her a way out of living in isolation and fear.

The only difference was his left eye, which had always been failing, but she noticed a silver film had recently started to invade the iris. It was a sure sign of his ageing, but she chose not to dwell too deeply on it. Thinking about a day when her old mentor and adoptive guardian would no longer be with her was a cause of great fear for the young huntress.

“Thanks,” she mumbled gruffly as Patch took one of the knitted handkerchiefs Fran had gifted him from his vest pocket and wiped the sweat off her forehead.

Patch smiled ruefully and fixed his crooked monocle. “Do you want to tell me about it?”

She dropped her gaze. “I-I don’t remember. I think it was about the past.”

“It’s over now,” he said reassuringly, knowing exactly when not to press her.

“I have a feeling that it wasn’t all bad…” she said thoughtfully.

There was a flash of a girl smiling and then the back of her blue head racing away from her. When Fran had tried to reach out her hand to the girl, the image had dissipated like mist. Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back onto Patch’s shoulder. Who is that girl? Why can’t I remember her anymore…?

"Come on, it's time to get up," Patch said suddenly, jerking her out of her quickly spiralling thoughts.

There was a touch of concern in his pale brown eyes, but he disguised it well and Fran wondered if she had imagined it. Well, he was ever the worrywart. Fran shrugged inwardly, before manoeuvring her body to throw her limp legs off the edge of the bed. Ignoring the feeling of Patch's eyes boring on her, she reached for her electric wheelchair and heaved herself onto with barely a grunt.

She knew Patch always wanted to help her, but she always refused; she hated the idea of needing aid in something she was stuck with for life and had mastered all her day-to-day routines so she could perform them without any display of effort. Patch thought it was stubbornness, which was largely true, but Fran simply didn't want to cause him unnecessary anxiety. She wanted to show him she was more than capable of looking after herself.

"I'll meet you outside your room when you're ready," said Patch, once sure she was secure in her chair.

Nodding, Fran watched as the door closed behind him and once alone, she couldn't help her thoughts drifting back to the girl from her dream...

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“I can’t believe I’m back at this dump again!” Complained the vertically challenged woman who could be seen walking down the road of a village she hadn’t been to before. This place happened to be situated near a Marine’s HQ as well, much to Miku’s chagrin. It wasn’t the smartest move on her end to hang around here but the last ship she booked passage on had ended up docking on her old home island of Centaurea due to some freak storm. It was frustrating to say the least for the young woman. She had hoped to never see this place ever again, too many bad memories.

A sigh escaped Miku’s lips as the early morning rays began to strike at her eyes, the sun finally cresting over the horizon. It illuminated the ramshackle village she found herself in which was made of cheaply built homes, barely standing stalls, and streets littered with trash. Despite all of this she still felt a strange feeling of nostalgia at being back home. No, this place wasn’t home. It never truly was for her or any of her brothers and sisters.

As Miku continued walking down a few different alleys she began to reflect on her time since she left this island with Nathaniel, or ‘Magic Man’ as he was known by the Marines. It wasn’t even a whole year since she left with him and the Rascal wasn’t just a nameless orphan anymore. The weight of her Knuckles which hung within a small leather pouch from her hips felt heavier for some reason. The bluenette ignored the feeling and simply tugged the rim of her hat lower over her eyes to protect them from the peaking rays as she continued towards the nearest open inn. Hopefully the kitchen was up and running, she could do with a warm meal before heading out for the day.

The young pirate eventually found what appeared to be a building that operated as the local inn. The girl didn’t see much traffic on the road despite the sun finally being over the horizon completely. Then again, most people didn’t have much reason to be early risers on this damned island, all the shady practices were done at night. A shiver ran down the woman’s spine as she remembered what she found that night with Nathaniel. Dismissing these thoughts again she made her way towards the entrance and found herself in a ramshackle little dining area. There were three tables, all of shoddy quality, with an unequal amount of chairs at each one. Miku’s lips simply pressed into a firm line as she chose the table nearest the exit with only a single chair at it.

As Miku sat in the chair she found that it was uneven and wobbled from her weight. It was empty down here and no one seemed to be at the counter towards the back of the room. Though Miku did spot a staircase near a doorway that probably led to the kitchen and back rooms. No obvious restrooms in this establishment so far, Miku figured most residents did their business in their rooms or the alleys. Perhaps the restrooms were upstairs, Miku didn’t care to find out at the moment. She simply sat at the table and decided to wait a few minutes to see if any of the workers came out soon.





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PostSubject: Re: [Episode] Thawing Time   [Episode] Thawing Time EmptyTue Aug 06, 2019 3:18 am




 
...HOW FOOLISH.

NOT EVEN WORTH MY TIME.

 



PAPILLON D. FRAN


She didn't take long; Fran had never been the type to pamper herself, much to Patch's disappointment. When she left her room with tufts of hair curling wildly from her crown, it was clear she hadn't even brushed her hair and there was only the scent of toothpaste to indicate she had freshened up at all. She now wore a black kimono with purple butterflies lining the sleeves and hem and a scruffy grey blanket was thrown over her lap, covering her feet.

“Shall we have breakfast at the marine base today?” asked Patch cheerfully, which was immediately met with a snort of disdain.

“Nice try, but you'll have to do better,” Fran replied with a roll of her ruby eyes. “No, I like the food here.”

“I’m pretty sure the food here is rotten,” Patch quibbed.

“Either way, it’s still the best Centaurea has to offer,” Fran said with a shrug.

The left the hallway of shoddy rooms and entered the dining area, a fairly small space heavy with gloom despite the weak rays of sunlight filtering through the grime-covered windows. The door was swinging wide open and off half its hinges, the irresponsible owner too lazy and money hoarding to bother fixing the broken latch, and the wind blew through dust and the smell of piss into the tavern.

Not exactly the most appetising of circumstances for a dining area and true to its usual business, the tavern was completely empty save for the single girl with a cap of blue hair seated at a table next to the open door. The presence of a customer at all was a rare and almost inconceivable sight, and Fran couldn't help studying her. An image of her dream flashed across her mind when she swept her eyes over the girl, but it immediately disappeared.

There’s no way, thought Fran with annoyance at herself. It’s time to move on.

“Looks like Henrietta is still asleep, the lazy buffalo,” commented Patch rudely without noticing her pause. “Choose a table and I’ll go get her.”

It was only when he had left did Fran notice with irritation that the girl was seated at their usual table. The inn slash tavern, aptly named the Greasy Yak, rarely procured many guests and so Fran and Patch often took the table with a single chair next to the exit to avoid having to move chairs away for Fran to fit her wheelchair in.

Finding the idea of confronting a stranger just for her usual seat tiresome, the young woman simply sighed and directed her wheelchair towards one of the two empty tables and pulled aside a chair so she could slot her own chair in place. There was a heavily stained newspaper on the table and she picked it up gingerly with two fingers before dropping it on the floor with open disgust.

If she had taken a minute to observe the front page sporting a wanted poster, she might have recognised the blue-haired girl sitting on the other side of the tavern, but the possibility of its feces stained pages was enough of a deterrent. Instead, she pulled out a heap of her collection of bounty posters from the bag hanging from her wheelchair’s armrest and began flipping through them idly.

She was one poster away from the one belonging to the Rowdy Rascal, before she bemusedly stuffed the pile back into her bag; she couldn’t focus on work until she had properly shaken the nagging feeling associated with the blue-haired girl. If it hadn’t been for the haunting dream earlier, she might have made the connection with a certain wanted criminal, but her thoughts refused to break away from the image of the blue-haired girl in her dreams.

Dammit, that useless captain is taking forever, she thought impatiently.

She waited restlessly for several more minutes, before she couldn’t hold back any longer. Backing away from her table, she found herself heading towards the table with the tavern’s other guest before she could completely register what exactly she was doing.

When she came to a stop in front of the girl’s table, Fran realised she towered over the girl by at least a head and a half. Fran was a relatively tall woman, but even being perpetually seated, she could rarely showcase the fact. Yet she had a feeling her head would still at the very least be on the same level as the smaller girl when she stood.

This girl couldn’t possibly be the same one from my dreams, thought Fran stubbornly, annoyed she had even bothered approaching the girl. She was definitely taller than me.

And yet she couldn’t cease her unrelenting curiosity. “Who are you?” she asked the smaller girl, her voice hard-set and rough as she looked down her pointed nose at her.

It was only now when she was closer and staring at her face did Fran realise the girl was a lot older than she appeared. Fran had misjudged her based only on her height, but she seemed a lot closer to her own age upon further scrutiny. Now to see how the girl would reply...



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Minutes dragged by slowly as Miku picked at her fingernails with a small shard of the table that she had torn off. It was already dangling off the edge of the table and the woman had nothing else to do as she waited for the owner of this place to get off their ass. Whoever ran this place probably didn’t even expect someone to show up here this early, or even at all if she was honest with herself. A sad reminder of the state of affairs on Centaurea. Miku may have wondered if the village’s proximity to a marine base would have changed some of that but it was obviously not the case. Not that the Rascal held much hope for the Marines doing anything helpful for the residents here. They never did for her.

This line of thinking caused Miku’s brow to furrow and a frown to form on her face. Marines really pissed her off with their fresh pressed uniforms, abundant resources, comfy living quarters, their damned holier-than-thou attitudes. Her teeth grit and her fists curled as she started to mentally rile herself up only to be snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of voices coming from the hallway past the staircase. Perhaps it belonged to the owner, about damn time. As Miku looked towards the approaching voices a woman appeared from the doorway on a wheelchair. The bluenette was waiting to see whoever was pushing her only to be surprised to find that the second voice she heard wasn’t the one pushing the chair, it was moving on its own. The shock was only momentary as Miku looked away from the woman, doubting she was the owner of this establishment.

There was in fact another person behind her but they had gone back into the hallway before Miku could get a good look at them. The woman was now seated, parked, at another table in the room. The woman was unkempt to say the least and seemed to be leafing through a stack of papers she had retrieved from her satchel. It must be convenient being able to hang satchels on her own chair, though it was obviously not something she must have had a choice in. Was she ill? Infirm? The woman didn’t appear to be much older than herself, if only slightly frail looking due to her condition. A strange curiosity held Miku’s gaze on the woman as she busied herself with her papers. The woman may have been a mess to look at but even Miku could see the possible beauty underneath it all, especially in those wild locks that nearly reached the ground. It was difficult to tell much else about he woman beneath her modest kimono and blanket, though Miku did wonder absentmindedly.  

It was during Miku’s thoughts on the woman’s possible figure that the object of her thoughts suddenly came to her table. Her blue eyes widened momentarily before settling into a guarded glare at the woman across the table from her. “Who are you?” It annoyed Miku that she had to look up slightly at this woman despite the fact she was in a wheelchair, was everyone in the world taller than her? The rascal simply sized up the woman for a moment before settling on an answer.

“Isn’t it rude to demand who someone is without introducing yourself first? ” The question was said with some sass in it as Miku gave a small smirk to the woman. The pirate hadn’t expected the woman to roll right up to her and demand who she is, though if she is a local it wouldn’t be too surprising to want to know who the stranger was. Stranger danger and all that jazz. “However, if you must know I’m Miku. Just Miku. I think that’s fair enough to know for free. Now how about you introduce yourself?” The rascal lifted one hand palm up as if to pass the stage over to her.






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PostSubject: Re: [Episode] Thawing Time   [Episode] Thawing Time EmptyWed Aug 07, 2019 5:18 am




 
...HOW FOOLISH.

NOT EVEN WORTH MY TIME.



 



PAPILLON D. FRAN


Fran was not one to ever rise to provocation. In fact, she prided herself in keeping a levelhead, even if that was less the case more often than not. Her involuntary bouts of hysteria were always a constant cause of grief in both the past and present, but fortunately, the triggers to flip her switch were so often specific enough that she had learnt to identify the flow of her situation well enough to determine the immediate future of her state-of-mind.

She didn’t want to recklessly press the issue of her dream as it was presently uncharted territory, but the insubordinate part of her refused to let the matter go. Even if she declared herself to be calm and collected, some things such as her dislike for following orders just didn’t change, even if the one giving those orders were herself. She recognised her own pigheadedness, even if outwardly she was the embodiment of a stricken yet lackadaisical flower, and it was precisely this pigheadedness that made her feel pity for Patch at times of her own self-awareness.

Bemused as she was at the blue-haired woman’s quick retort, it was hardly enough to shake the handicapped huntress and she remained emotionless. It had been her own mistake to approach the other woman so abruptly, especially given their current location. Centaurea was not built on trust and wearing one’s heart on their sleeve, and so Fran’s hastiness could have cost her more than an uncomfortable first impression.

At best, Fran could have expected a fiery lash and at worst, she could have instigated a brawl she would undeniably have been disadvantaged in. To her relief, the blue-haired woman was in a seemingly amiable mood and introduced herself in good-humour. Or as good-humouredly as Centaurea strangers got, anyway.

A smile was a rarity for Fran, especially given the turmoil she was constantly mindful of repressing lest she caused an unseemly scene. Yet there was something about this young lady she couldn’t withdraw herself from and she couldn’t help the thin corners of her lips lifting an almost undetectable fraction. Miniscule as it was and hardly categorised as a “smile”, it was a leap few had the satisfaction of witnessing.

“Miku…” she repeated slowly, rolling the name on her tongue, as though testing how it sounded from her lips. “Apologies, for interrupting you. I thought I had met you before, but I may have been mistaken. My name is Fran.” She accompanied her words with a gracious bow of her head. “You don’t appear to be unfamiliar with this village, yet I haven’t seen you before.” Fran didn’t pose the statement as a question, but one was implied through the thoughtful tilt of her head as she scrutinised the other woman.

Fran's conclusion was mostly conjecture, but there was some substance to it. Their current venue was more than enough evidence to suggest Miku's familiarity with the area. After all, the Greasy Yak was empty of customers for the tavern and guests for the inn for a perfectly good reason: though the food and alcohol was phenomenal by Centaurea standards, the service was disgraceful and opprobrious. Yes, even by Centaurea standards. Patch's prolonged absence suggested he was still struggling to wrestle the overweight tavern master's pillow from her slothful clutches; what employer let her so-called "guests" be her alarm clock?

Yet it was still very likely Miku had wandered into the establishment by pure chance. After all, it wasn't so removed from the main road. The huntress also didn’t make a point of remembering every face she passed on Centaurea; there was no point after all, many rolled dead into a ditch each passing day. Yet Fran was sure she would never miss this woman. Shrug it off to her well-honed instinct or the woman’s striking features such as her height and blue hair, Fran simply couldn’t shrug off her strange and unfounded interest in Miku.

Nothing had struck her when she had engaged in a conversation with Miku. No returning memory, no sense of nostalgia, and definitely no electrical spark of recognition. So why was Fran still pursuing the issue? Why was that dream refusing to fade away like every other dream?


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The brawler couldn’t read the woman at all, her face was a mask devoid of any reaction or emotions at her response. It wasn’t unusual for people on Centaurea to have developed this skill as showing emotion was often a sign of weakness. Except in Miku’s case, she just beat anyone who gave her problems into the ground if they didn’t like her feelings towards them. Though she may have imagined a tiny movement at the corner of the woman’s lips. As Miku kept observing the woman that familiar feeling returned and it echoed when her own name fell from those lips.

When Miku’s name was repeated she simply tipped her hat as if to greet the woman again. The Rascal simply listened to the woman’s, Fran’s, apology before quickly shaking her head. “It’s no problem at all.” However the woman still seemed suspicious of Miku if her following statement was anything to go by. As for the passing familiarity Fran claimed to feel, it wasn’t too uncommon for the Rascal anymore. Her face was plastered among many other bounties at taverns, marine headquarters, and town squares now. Though not as much as some of the high reward bounties, thus allowing her some form of anonymity in her travels.

“I may not be from this village but grow up in one run down place on Centaurea and you’ve seen em all.” Miku answered simply enough. It wasn’t something she hid but she wasn’t about to delve into her personal history just because Fran was curious about her. “I doubt we’ve met before, I tend to not stay in one place too long. I also try not to visit the same places on my travels, only reason I’m back on Centaurea is coincidence.” With that Miku leaned forward and rested her head on both her hands, “So Fran...” the Rascal paused as she attempted to think of something to talk about. “Not going to lie, I don’t got much to work with for small talk at the moment.” Miku sighed as she admitted this. “Any idea when the owner is going to get out here? I’m starving and could use a meal that isn’t… well… it’s probably gonna be stale bread and moldy food isn’t it?” A frown appeared on the Rascal’s face as she realized she had been slightly spoiled with the quality of food on all the other islands she had been since leaving Centaurea.



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...HOW FOOLISH.


NOT EVEN WORTH MY TIME.



 



PAPILLON D. FRAN


“I envy you,” Fran admitted, speaking after mulling over Miku’s words. “I have been unable to leave this forsaken island. My current condition makes the reason obvious, but it’s a little more complicated.”

She fell silent for a moment. Her words weren’t completely false, nor were they completely true either. The woman had more than enough resources to get off the island; after all, Patch was more than willing to acquire a ship with his influence in the Marines for her and her services as a bounty hunter was starting to gain friction among the higher-ups. Yet as ready as Fran was to abandon the island, there was still the issue of her vengeance with the Harvesters, the main reason she was still compelled to stay.

The Harvest was an annual occurrence, a barbaric tradition of kidnapping orphaned children from Centaurea to ultimately sell as merchandise to the slave market. It was during the Harvest ten years ago did Fran find her life had taken an abrupt turn; she became bound to a wheelchair and could no longer steal, forcing her to find other more dangerous means to survive. Furthermore, as much as she tried to be independent, she was still forced to rely on another to provide for her most imperative needs.

At Miku’s question of the establishment’s owner, Fran shrugged. “Henrietta makes decent food, if you’re used to eating on Centaurea.” If you eat at all. “But she’s not exactly what you would consider professional.”

There was a sound from the hallway and moments later, a heavy woman with a girth spanning three of Patch’s heaved through the doorway. Following behind with a dark grimace was Patch, stumbling from what appeared to be a limp. He was off-duty today and his casual button-up shirt was completely ruffled. Fran spotted a bruise swelling around his bare calf.

“What happened to you?” she demanded.

“Henrietta rolled off her bed and bowled me down,” replied Patch grumpily. “She puts buffalos to shame.”

“Come, Joseph, no one likes a complainer,” chortled Henrietta with a good-humouredly slap on the poor captain’s thin back. “Oh, a new customer? If I’d known, I wouldn’t have dallied so much.”

“This is Miku,” said Fran, nodding to the petite woman across from her. “Miku, these two are my dearest benefactors Patch, my guardian of sorts, and Henrietta, the owner of the Greasy Yak.”

“And a Greasy Yak, she is,” muttered Patch under his breath, pulling up a chair to their table and dropping heavily into it.

The chair wobbled as he did, but he paid it no attention as he nursed the swelling that had started to progress down to his ankle. He was too focused on his current pain to pay much attention to the blue-haired woman, but when he glanced up at her briefly, he didn’t appear to recognise her and his attention quickly resumed to tenderly rubbing his bruise.

“I’ll have you know, I don’t have a menu. If you find one, it's probably from the old owner and I just keep it to make the place seem put together. I just make whatever inspires me in the kitchen,” said Henrietta with a booming laugh before fixing a steely glance on Miku. “You just settle with what I give you and eat all of it.”

After Miku’s response, whether it was in agreement or disagreement, Henrietta would then amble back towards the door she had come through and a loud clanking would soon ensue from the kitchen at the end of the corridor. Before long, her booming voice echoed out.

“Joseph! Come get the food!”

“What dumb woman gets a customer to waiter their own food?” fumed Patch, but he pushed himself back onto his feet without refusing. “One of these days, that buffalo is gonna get it…”

He continued to grumble as he limped to the kitchen. Soon, he reappeared with a wooden tray and he began setting their table with vegetable tempura, karaage chicken and black coffee. Fran waved for Miku to help herself before picking up a tempura with her hands and nibbling it.

“Henrietta doesn’t believe in the need for cutlery,” said Patch apologetically to Miku. “It’s especially annoying when she serves something like pasta or stew.” He picked up one of the balls of fried chicken and bit into it, before making a face. “Ugh, I have no idea why Fran likes eating her food.”

“It’s delicious,” said Fran and though her expression was still sullen, there was a warmth in her words. “Her flavours are incredibly interesting.”

“Yeah, when it comes to fried chicken, I like mine to taste like fried chicken and not…” he took another bite and grimaced. “Whatever ‘incredibly interesting’ is. It’s not terrible, but it definitely takes some getting used to.”


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[ seize life with your own hands ]






It was no real surprise that Fran was envious of Miku’s freedom, she assumed most people wished to leave Centaurea. There was nothing here for those who weren’t willing to take what little there was by force. Even for those who could take it would often conflict with their ‘morals’ for taking from those in more dire straits. Miku considered herself someone who walked that line still, though for how long not even she knew. Though she knew there were plenty of other groups on the island who didn’t think twice before taking whatever they desired. The Marines were occasionally a part of these groups.

It was a relief to hear that the owner, Henrietta, apparently knew here way around a stove. This was shown with a tilt of Miku’s head and a small smile for Fran for getting her hopes up. That smile quickly disappeared at the appearance of who she presumed was Henrietta and an older man. Miku’s eyes narrowed at the sight of him before moving over to the rather large woman who was apparently not suffering from the lack of food most street urchins did. This didn’t sit well with the former urchin and she immediately had a bad impression of this Henrietta.

The Rascal simply leaned back in her chair, her lips pressed into a firm line again as she observed the interactions between the three people. They all seemed familiar enough with one another despite the differences in age between all three of them. Miku didn’t react to Henriettas noticing her, nor did she do anything but glare at the man, Joseph, when she was introduced. Maintaining her glare she simply nodded her head down at the man if only to show she wasn’t ignoring Fran. Much to Miku’s displeasure the man then sat down at their table, pulling up a chair for himself. This is the exact opposite of what Miku had thought would happen when she chose the table with a single table.

Henrietta then prattled on about eating whatever she decided to make in the kitchen which caused Miku to turn her attention back towards the woman. After a second she cracked a small smirk at that, her attitude striking a chord with Miku at the very least. The woman simply nodded at Henrietta’s demand that she all of her food, Miku wasn’t one for wasting after fighting for most of her meals.

The table sat in relative silence as the three occupants all patiently waited for the meal. Miku didn’t try making anymore small talk as she wasn’t going to bother trying to play nice with Joseph at the table. Instead she went back to leaning back in her chair and picking at her nails, if only to distract herself from glaring anymore at the unwanted company. Thankfully the man was called to get their food and Miku slightly relaxed when he disappeared from the room. She shot Fran a quick look and saw the woman was completely comfortable in the man’s presence. A grimace formed at that thought, it seemed like she couldn’t cause a scene unless she wanted to insult the chair bound woman.

Miku’s form regained its rigid state at the return of Joseph, who was carrying three servings of food straight from the kitchen. The woman simply nodded in response to Joseph’s disclaimer about the food and ignored his attempts at continuing conversation. Fran’s opinion about the food was kind apparently and Miku appreciated that the woman wasn’t picky. Food was food. With that thought Miku went for the fried chicken that seemed to not sit well with the old man and took a bite of it. It didn’t taste like fried chicken, that was for sure, but it wasn’t unpleasant. It was cooked, it was edible, and it probably didn’t have any rot on it. Making it fine cuisine for this shitty island.

“I have to agree with you, Fran. It is quite interesting, not near as bad as many of the meals I was forced to consume as a child.” Miku stated bluntly to Fran. “It wouldn’t do to make a fuss over a hot well cooked meal, many don’t get that privilege.” This statement was obviously directed at the whining Joseph.

Miku left her response at that and continued to enjoy her meal, ignoring any strange flavors or random textures that could be felt when chewed. It was fried food and that easily masked most of the possible unsavory flavors, plus she absolutely loved fried foods. Miku decided to try engaging with Fran in small talk before Joseph decided to dominate the conversations at the table.

“So Fran, did you grow up in this little town?” Miku asked as she chewed on some of the vegetables. “I’m not familiar with this town in particular myself. I mostly stuck to the other end of the island.” The bluenette looked towards the large man quickly and back to Fran to compare the two to one another. They didn’t look similar enough to be familial but that wasn’t always a reliable way of being certain of a person's relations. “Though I didn’t have the benefit of a ‘benefactor’ over there, I had to fend for myself for most of my life.” Though when Miku said this she suddenly felt guilty about the lie. She did have a benefactor at one point and she remembered those two lives as the best in her life. A sadness entered her eyes as she tried to push the memories from the forefront of her mind.

“Us street kids learned real fast that you had to do a lot of unsavory things to stay alive.” Miku added as she continued filling the silence. “Such as eating out of the trash, catching our own food, or even odd jobs just for table scraps.” Once again Miku was directing these comments towards Joseph mostly. “Sometimes what we ate wasn’t always dead before we bit into it…” A glare was actually shot at Joseph with that comment as she bit into another piece of chicken.




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PostSubject: Re: [Episode] Thawing Time   [Episode] Thawing Time EmptyWed Aug 14, 2019 4:32 am




 
...HOW FOOLISH.


NOT EVEN WORTH MY TIME.



 




PAPILLON D. FRAN


Fran cracked another smile at Miku’s approval to the taste of Henrietta’s food. She didn’t quite catch the tone the other woman took up for the older man sitting next to her, but Patch certainly seemed to have taken a hint.

However, instead of falling into a remorseful silence, he lifted a piece of the funky-tasting chicken as if in toast and stuffed it in his mouth in one go. There was a strange grimace, but he quickly covered it up and began to chew slowly and purposefully. The wheelchair-bound woman lifted a brow in inquiry, but shrugged before continue to nibble at her first piece.

“Yes...there was a time when food, let alone hot food, was considered a luxury commodity more valuable than any even gold,” she replied, finally polishing the rest of the chicken off before picking up another. “Unfortunately, food is one of the main necessities easiest to take for granted. However, I don’t believe there is a single person in our immediate company who doesn’t acknowledge the meaning of food.”

“Right you are, girl,” grunted Henrietta, who had somehow appeared silently.

Her face was red from the kitchen heat and she flopped heavily down onto a bar-stool with a heaving sigh. There was a hint of pain in her breathing, but she was a proud woman and she refused to make it obvious. Only Patch, with his lengthy relationship with the great woman, detected it.

“I haven’t been a chef for long, but I’ve seen enough hunger to recognise those who hail from it. That includes you, of course,” she nodded to the blue-haired woman. “I don’t cook for those who don’t appreciate food.”

A heavy atmosphere seemed to fall over the group, but Patch waved his hand as though to dispel it. “Yes, we’re all very lucky to be blessed with this unearthly food you’ve cooked up for us, Henrietta,” joked Patch, trying to alleviate the tension, even while he realised it was largely his facetious nature that had caused the discussion in the first place.

Henrietta chortled good-naturedly and Fran shook her head, a tiny smile lifting up again. She turned her attention to Miku when the blue-haired woman directed a question to her.

“I’m not from this town,” she replied, taking her time to finish her second piece. She didn’t tend to eat much as her body didn’t require much to sustain itself and her stomach was still too tight from years of starvation. “I didn’t stay in one town for a long time when I was a child, so I can’t quite remember my origins, but I naturally went wherever there was likely food to eat. Although, during the winters I would sacrifice food for shelter.”

She smiled bitterly; it was her first proper smile, one that actually curled up her cheeks, but it was dark and completely devoid of the gentle softness from her previous barely perceivable ones. “Not that I could ever truly escape it.”

At Miku’s mention of her ‘benefactors’, Fran glanced across at Patch and Henrietta. “Yes...I never used to have benefactors and I never had need for them either. Unfortunately…” she rapped her knuckle on the arm of her wheelchair. “I have little choice now. However, benefactors are extremely difficult to come by and there exists people who actually need them more than I do. So yes, I consider myself extremely lucky, even if I would prefer being able to live independently.”

Patch reached over and gently ruffled the young huntress’s hair. “Don’t say things like that, Fran,” he said sternly, the roguish twinkle in his eyes no longer apparent. “Henrietta and I are here for you because we want to be.”

Fran blinked, the dark humour in her smile stumbling. “I see,” she said simply, ducking her head away from his hand.

She resumed her nibbling, as though to cover up her shyness and Patch smiled down at her fondly. He turned his smile on Miku, the affection never failing to waver in the face of her hard glare. He didn’t say anything to her words, but his old eyes clouded over briefly and he nodded.

“If I could help more of those street kids, I would, but the world isn’t so easy.” He broke into a sad smile, exchanging a look with Henrietta who had fallen completely silent. She was still trying to catch her breath from her earlier exertion in the kitchen.

Fran polished off her chicken and glanced at Miku. “If you’re staying in town for a while, why don’t I show you around?” she offered. “There isn’t much, of course, but if you’re looking for supplies, I can at least take you to the more…trustworthy areas.”

She had barely finished speaking when one of the two windows of the joint suddenly shattered. A brick crashed into the back bar where whole displays of watered down, yet debatable precious, spirits shattered on impact. The sound of gunfire immediately followed the assault. Patch jerked out of his chair, immediately leaping for Henrietta who was initially stunned until a bullet pierced her chest.

“Get down!” he shouted to the two younger women.

Fran had already slid off her chair and crawled under the broken window sill. With lightning fast reflexes, she’d pulled out a sniper rifle from one of the hidden compartments of her chair and assembled it in moments. She held it close to her chest, gritting her jaw tightly and her crimson eyes were aflame.

“Fran, stop! Don’t do anything that could get you shot, idiot!” shouted Patch, who had half dragged, half rolled the heavyweight chef behind the bar.

Ignoring the warning, Fran twisted her body around, her legs limp and heavy under her and propped her sniper rifle on the sill. She gripped the sill with one hand to help support her body until she had arranged herself into an appropriate firing position. When the onslaught of bullets relaxed for a few seconds, she narrowed her eyes in ardent concentration.

Within those short seconds of respite, her sharp eyes pinpointed one of the figures outside and she fired. There was no hesitation, no fear and certainly no error in her aim; the figure fell with a bullet hole dead centre on his forehead. She swung her barrel around, still capitalising on those few seconds and after three quick, successive shots, there was complete silence.

“Shit! Fran, what did I tell you about being reckless?”
snapped Patch, his body completely hidden behind the bar.

“I wasn’t being reckless,” replied the disabled sniper coolly, pulling her rifle off the sill and blowing away the tendrils of grey smoke wafting from its nozzle.

She reached for her chair and drew herself back into its seat in one fluid, graceful motion. Her posture was relaxed and dignified, as though she hadn’t just been caught in a crossfire. Not even a single strand of her messy curls were out-of-place, but despite her composure, she left her rifle at ease across her lap.

“Shut up, Joseph, she just saved our asses,” groaned Henrietta.

Fran wheeled herself back to the window and cautiously scanned the area. Asides from the four grunts she had shot down, there were a few other motionless bodies who had been caught in the crossfire. Others were scrambling away and rat-like eyes glowed fearfully from the dark, dingy alleyways, but there was no other danger present.

Having secured the area, she quickly wheeled herself to the fallen chef. “How bad is it?” she demanded as Patch grabbed a handful of rags and pressed them against Henrietta’s chest.

“Thankfully, she's a beefed up buffalo,” hissed Patch. There was a crossness in his tone, but the wild panic in his eyes was unmistakably concern. “The bullet didn’t reach her heart, but she needs a medic.”

“Don’t you fucking dare take me to the marines, old man,”
groaned Henrietta.

Fran grimaced at the mention of the blue and white clad officers, sharing the woman’s distaste for them. Yet… “You have to go,” she urged her fiercely. “You can’t die now and the marines are your only hope, Henrietta.”

“Well, good luck getting me there,” she snapped. “No, I’ll be fine. Fran, you have more important matters to attend to. Those guys...I’m sorry, I tried to keep them from getting to you…”

Fran opened her mouth to ask, but Henrietta reached up a shaking hand and gripped the younger woman's wrist, silencing her with a fervent look. An icy chill ran down Fran’s spine and, despite having lost all feeling below her waist, seemed to drip down to her legs.

She spun her chair around suddenly, her eyes searching the wooden debris across the tavern’s floor. Her crimson glare finally landed on the brick and she reached down to snatch it up. For a moment, she simply stared at the brick’s surface, completely frozen.

“Fran?” asked Patch anxiously, shaking her from her reverie.  

With a trembling hand, Fran passed the brick over to him and her shoulders slumped in shock. Using one hand to continue applying pressure on Henrietta’s wound, he took the brick and scanned the letters sprawled across its surface, reading aloud.


“‘Dear the woman frozen in time,

This year’s Harvest will begin soon and this time, the Harvesters will reclaim a past debt. Don’t forget, you have always belonged to us.

Sincerely, S.C’”



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[ seize life with your own hands ]






Miku’s initial impression of Henrietta only improved as she rejoined the table and inserted herself into the conversation. A simple nod at the woman was given to acknowledge Henrietta’s comment on her coming from a hungry past. The food was nice and the tension only eased slightly when Joseph attempted to dispel it with his hand. Thankfully Fran decided to take over the conversation by answering the questions Miku had posed earlier.

A shiver as Fran mentioned the harsh winters went down Miku’s back as she remembered all too well how those months went. It seemed the woman wasn’t as well taken care of as she had assumed. A small pit of guilt formed in her stomach from the baseless accusation. The following comment about wishing to live independently was salt in the wound. The Rascal’s eyes shifted down as if to look at Fran’s wheelchair before continuing to her food to disguise the motion.

The reaching of Joseph’s hand towards Fran’s head caused Miku to instinctively tense up but even she could tell there was no real malicious intent in his movement. When he tussled Fran’s hair Miku looked away and focused on a random spot on the wall. Her eyes had narrowed slightly and she couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous at how the two looked at Fran. Not that she needed someone to help her anymore, it was much too late for that. After all, it wasn’t as if Miku had other things that Fran would want as well. When the moment passed his gaze had made its way over to the Rascal and she avoided making eye contact. She didn’t need his pity and his words only annoyed her but he wasn’t exactly wrong. “Tch… You ain’t wrong about that.” Was all Miku said, her first words directly spoken to Joseph so far.

The offer made by Fran had surprised Miku, causing her eyebrows to rise and disappear into her hat. It took a moment of scrutinizing the woman for any ulterior motives before the woman relaxed again and nodded. “I’d ap-” It was as she was about to accept the offer that a sudden shattering noise was heard drawing the woman’s attention to the shelves of bottles that had once been whole. Instinctively Miku dove to the ground as a second later gunfire began to go off from the outside. The Rascal started crawling towards a wall and began fumbling with her leather bag in an attempt to get her Knuckles on.

As much as Miku wanted to jump out there and deal with whoever had attacked it would do no one any good to run directly at gunfire. As she managed to get to the wall, Miku noticed Fran had done the same and had quickly assembled a sniper rifle of all things. The rascal simply stared wide eyed as she managed to slip on her Pirate’s Knuckles and roll up her sleeves to clasp them to her vambraces. “Can you get em’ to stop firing for a second?!” Miku asked with a curt tone in her voice. It wasn’t the time to question how the paralyzed woman suddenly had a sniper in her arms and a killer’s gaze in her eyes.

With the cracks of the rifle the woman sank back into cover and the hail of fire had ceased for the moment. Miku took this as her opportunity and jumped out the now unoccupied window to quickly deal with whoever was left. She saw the bodies on the ground, results of Fran’s surprisingly excellent marksmanship. The Rascal saw several people scurrying away and she couldn’t decide on which one to follow, her indecision costing her as no one was left for her to pursue. A cry of rage was let out as Miku felt absolutely useless in this situation. She stomped back towards the entrance to the bar with a furious look in her eyes.

As the Rascal marched in through the front door she finally realized Henrietta had been caught in the initial fire. Miku growled at this and stalked toward the group that had reconvened. “So, they friends of yours?” the woman asked the three of them before realizing that the wound was in her chest, a dangerous wound. “Shit…” Miku said as felt helpless in this situation, she had no idea of how to treat wounds, let alone gunshot wounds.

The Rascal remained quiet and crossed her arms in frustration, there was nothing she could do for now and remained silent. Henrietta’s refusal to go to the marines caused a proud smirk to appear on her lips before the seriousness of the situation caused it to disappear just as quickly. If only she knew someone who could help, they could avoid asking the damn marines for help.

When Fran began to search frantically by the bar Miku began to contemplate Henrietta’s words. It seemed this attack was meant for one of them, Fran. When Joseph went over to help Fran, Miku stepped beside Henrietta. “I can get you where you need to go, I’m much stronger than I look.” The Rascal simply knelt beside the injured Henrietta with barely contained fury on her face at the woman suffering such a wound and her being unable to do anything about it. “Hey, Joseph, make yourself useful and get over her. We can carry her if we work together.” Probably, added the Rascal in her head.





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PostSubject: Re: [Episode] Thawing Time   [Episode] Thawing Time EmptyToday at 7:41 am




 
...HOW FOOLISH.


NOT EVEN WORTH MY TIME.



 




PAPILLON D. FRAN


A frosty claw gripped Fran’s heart as the words inscribed on the brick tossed and turned in her mind. The Harvest. Debt. S.C. The words were like the tempestuous seas casting a rush of confusion within the young huntress. A feeble groan from Henrietta and a snap from Miku jerked her from her thoughts.

Patch quickly tossed the brick to the side and knelt down beside the heavy woman. He was old, but with the help of his rigorous training and the young lady’s surprising vigor, the two heaved Henrietta onto her feet and supported the wounded chef between their shoulders. Helpless, Fran could only back her chair out of their way as they stumbled towards the exit of the enterprise.

“Head out the back,” gasped Henrietta, sweat from the exhaustive process pouring down her forehead. “And Joseph, if you’re so intent on taking me to the marines, at least take me to Deneve. That girl can at least be discreet.”

Huffing and puffing under the weight pressing on his wounded ankle, Patch gave no reply, but once out in the alley, he directed Miku away from the marine headquarters. Gritting her teeth and hanging her head in shame, Fran followed silently.

“Stop that sulking of yours,” snapped Henrietta, hissing between her teeth. “I didn’t keep those bastards away from you just so you could be ungrateful.”

“Henrietta--!” Fran started, but the beastly woman cut her off.

“Once we get to Deneve’s, I’ll explain properly,” she said, before sucking in a breath of pain. “Dammit, you two! If you’re going to carry me, at least be gentle about it!”

It was by no fault of the two supporting her bulky weight, but the lumbering woman’s wound jolted with every step she was forced to take. Their progression was slow and every passing second seemed harder for Henrietta to remain conscious.

Patch didn’t say anything, his own injury increasingly difficult, yet he refused to speak a word of complaint in fear of distracting the woman’s sheer force of willpower. Fran’s hand gripped the clutch of her chair tightly, the veins around her arms bulging and twitching. Her lips were set in a stone-hard line, frustration at her inability to help welling from within.

Suddenly, she pulled to a stop and glanced over her shoulder. “Miku,” she said. “We’re being followed. Can you focus on helping Patch take Henrietta to the medic and leave this to me? Whatever happens, don’t look back.”

Waiting for a reply, Fran recalled the scene earlier. She hadn’t expected the young blue-haired woman she had mistaken for a child mere moments ago to have dispatched her opponents before she could shoot them down herself. A genuine smile crept across her lips.

“I see, she really is the one from...” Fran mumbled under her breath, just barely out of earshot.  With her right hand still on the clutch of her chair, she lifted the rifle onto her shoulder with the other. “I’ll meet you at Deneve’s.”


***


“Don’t worry about Fran,” said Patch nervously as they left the alley and onto an empty street. Despite the morning sun continuing to shine above, this street was narrow and the decrepit buildings all around cast thick shadows over their path. “She can look after herself. I’ve known her since she was a child, you know that? I trained her myself, so I know she’s strong. Oh god, I hope she’s going to be okay…”

This nervous chitter had filled the silence between Henrietta’s laboured breaths. He had held his silence earlier in fear of disrupting their charge’s concentration, but now with the added worry of his protege’s safety, Patch had deteriorated into a nervous mess. If Miku wasn’t the first to snap, Henrietta would.

“Oh, shut up, you old clodge,” she growled. “Your incessant bitching is gonna send me to death’s door before we get to Deneve’s.”

Before long, they found themselves in front of a house. Or...could it be called such? It was in a sorry state, the wooden panels of the home swinging from loose nails, tiles from the roof littered across the front lawn and the front door had a massive hole displayed boldly at its centre.

Only a flagpole with the marine flag flapping above was any sign this establishment belonged to the medic in question. The colour of the building was faded in an unsightly greyish-green hue and a stink filled the air, as though to chase away any potential burglars.

“Ugh, that’s the smell of the dead,” gagged Henrietta, before choking and spitting blood. “No mistaking Deneve’s for any other place. Quite the reassuring place for the house belonging to the best doctor on Centaurea.”

“If her personality wasn’t the way it was, she could be a lieutenant already,” sighed Patch, shaking his head. “Especially at her age…Are you okay, Miku? We’re nearly there.”

Continuing their march up the steps of the veranda, Patch rapped the front door once they came to a final stop. “Deneve! We’ve got an emergency!” There was an anxiety-ridden silence before Patch pummeled his fist into the door, this time much louder. “DENEVE!!!”

The door suddenly swung open and Patch nearly fell through, mid-knock. A slovenly-dressed woman with a cigarette clenched in her fanged teeth appeared, her plump maroon-coloured lips twisted in a ferocious scowl.

This woman, Deneve, had short pixie-cut hair with brown tufts of bed hair curling at the back and her dark skin seemed almost sculpted from marble. She wore a white lab coat and underneath was only a thin black tank top and faded skin-tight jeans with one leg torn off.

Her hazel eyes were narrowed in a glare, but at the sight of the wounded woman, they widened. “Henrietta!” she exclaimed, the cigarette fell from her lips and sizzled weakly before extinguishing against the sunken, damp wood of the veranda. “Come in. Hurry.”

She ushered them in without pausing to acknowledge Miku with more than a glance. Quickly, Deneve led them into the living room, where piles of books, scrolls and loose leaves of paper were strewn across the room. The dark-skinned medic strode across to the sofa and shoved a tower of books aside, where they fell to the ground with a slight tremble to the room.

“Set her down,” she ordered curtly before swiftly leaving them to retrieve her medical tools.

Patch helped Miku carefully set Henrietta down and the woman let out a groan, quickly followed by a sigh of relief. The woman sank into the sofa which creaked shrilly, half her body too large to fit.

Patch pushed a few books together and sat down, his body trembling. His own pain was now apparent, his face taking up a shade of blue, but he didn’t say a word, not even in jest.

“Can you check on her bandages?” asked Patch to Miku, almost pleadingly. He seemed to know she didn't quite favour him. “We could only use rags, so they’ll need probably didn’t hold too well while we walked.”

Whether Miku would comply or not, Henrietta’s hand would reach for Miku’s. If the young woman allowed it, she would suddenly grab her wrist and wretch the girl closer.

“Miku…” Henrietta whispered hoarsely. “Please, leave here and go help Fran. She doesn’t know what she’s involving herself in. I-I know who you are, Rowdy Rascal.”

She paused as a bout of cough followed by a spew of blood arrested her. When they ceased, her fingers gripped tighter around Miku’s wrist or, if Miku had pushed her away, curled into a tight fist. “If you want money, I’ll give you what little I have and I’ll go steal from that old codger if it’s not enough. But please, don’t let Fran get hurt--!”


***


Fran fell and landed on her side with a jolt. The arm of her wheelchair dug painfully into her ribcage, the tires spinning uselessly in the air. Scattered around the unknown room, were numerous unconscious bodies along with the shiny glint of golden coins. Fran panted heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes then flared with crimson fury and her teeth clenched as she tried to push herself up.

A brown, tattered boot dropped down from above and clamped jarringly on her wrist. Fran gasped in pain as the boot twisted down further, drilling her wrist into the dusty floor. A giant hand, weathered by scars and wind, reached down and grasped the woman by her hair, lifting her face up.

A flashlight shone over her face, revealing heavy bruising over her left cheek that was already swelling. Blood dripped from a badly cut lip down to her chin and the hair on her forehead was slick with blood and mud.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” mused her attacker, his face obscured by the shadows of the unknown room. “Have you properly learnt that it’s futile to resist yet?”

Fran’s teeth clenched tightly, her pale face twisted in a frantic glower. A grin from her attacker flashed from the gloom and then the room was filled with her screams.


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