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❝Why do I always end up destroying everything I've ever loved?❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#EE3B3B ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #FFCCCC】
|| The Death of a Bachelor || Panic! At the Disco ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#EE3B3B ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #FFCCCC】
|| The Death of a Bachelor || Panic! At the Disco ||
They had been the best team, hadn't they? Echo had been happy too, having a partner that didn't punish her for being unruly or making her do things she didn't want to. "Don't bother, Cress will just say the same thing, that's all she does, she's like Wei's clone or something. It's creepy," Cress had already told her, they were too shorthanded for Echo to have any time off. It was the same reason they had ben pushing her so hard to get back into the field. They had never intended to keep her off duty, they were always going to make her fight. It was always a lie, Echo knew. Then Cress had made her go to Paris, she had allowed Echo to taste freedom with the warning that it was something she was never going to be granted. "Thanks Flo, but I don't think that'll happen." Her only hope was to die or be injured beyond repair. Preferably the former rather then the latter.
"I don't want you to die," if Flo left her, she would be Echo's last tie to this world. If Flo died, Echo didn't know what she would do. Go crazy, perhaps; or at least crazier than she already was. "I'm not gonna get tricked this time," her hands balled into fists. A knock came from the door again, it seemed it was time for them to part ways. "I have to go, try to get some sleep, okay?" Echo asked as the door opened, Christopher and Sana were both there, no doubt they had been listening in to the private conversation. "And thanks... for.... you know," she was too embarrassed to admit that she had needed help brushing her hair. She watched Sana and Flo leave, her hands relaxing once they were gone. "Come on, you slept late enough. We've got things to do," Christopher said, waving her through the door.
"What about breakfast?" Echo whined, her stomach growling. "Here," he reached into his pocket and took out a granola bar, Christopher always kept snacks on him in case his blood sugar dropped. Now that Doll wasn't here to warn him, he was astutely monitoring it himself. She munched on the bar as they walked to the lift, leaving crumbs along the way like a child on her way to the witch's house made of candy. They went to the East Tower, the last place Echo was expecting to go. "I thought you said we were training today?" She asked, freezing just outside of the doors where two armed Tower Agents stood guard. "We are," he pushed the double doors open, ushering Echo into the wing. She walked tensely, her footsteps filled with dread.
Each passing moment made her heart race and her palms sweat. She closed her eyes and swallowed hard as they entered through a doorway. "Hello Echo," Elliot's voice rang in her ears. Her eyes snapped open, Elliot and Cress were both there, wearing lab coats. "Would you mind sitting on the table?" Elliot had been promoted to the Head of Demonology at the Tower Society and since Echo was his patient, he needed to tend to her. Echo froze up in the doorway, shaking her head. Christopher lifted her easily and placed her down. "It's alright, no one is going to hurt you." His voice attempted to soothe, "remember what we spoke about? Anchor yourself, what are things you know right now?"
"That I'm in the East Tower, that there's a table under me, that I'm wearing a blue dress." Her breaths came out in quick, shallow gasps. She hated the East Tower, she had horrible memories of this place. Cress opened up the window for some fresh air, the chill in the air making Echo shiver. "It's going to be okay," Cress assured her, patting her knee. "We know what happened last night, we just want to help make you better." They could still see it in her, of course, the undisguised desire to die.