Now and Then...

 

-Now Again-

The room shakes her awake. She's on the floor. In the dark. All power has gone. But she's still breathing. There's a mask over her a mouth. An 02 mask. There are people in the room. People with masks. People in black jump suits. People lifting her off the floor. There's no sound. She touches her ears. Blood. Deaf. She is facing a mask. Sign language:

Good work.

All passengers disabled.

Detonation in 5.

She looks into the mask. Inches closer. Dazed. There are no eyes there. Only sockets. Black sockets and stretched skin.

-Then Again-

The room shakes her awake. The injection still hurts. It still travels, oozing through her pores. That's the last time. Ever.

She promised that last time.

Garrett is in the room. He has coffee. She declines. He's been crying. She recognises the room. It's hers. She snaps her neck to her locker – open, empty. Garrett has found the stash. The syringes. The manuals.

She's a traitor. He knows. She knows.

The injection reaches her pounding heart – boom, the rush is fatal and beautiful at the same time. Her eyes blossom luminous green through brown.

Only one of them will make it out of this room intact. It won't be him.

 

e.

 

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