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|| Dear Winter || AJR ||
ćÉĪ¹Ī±ĘĻgĻ Ń cĻĘĻŃ:#BDA0CB ā ŃŠ½ĻĻ gŠ½Ń cĻĘĻŃ #F7B3DAć
|| Dear Winter || AJR ||
Her chest hurt from the electricity, her entire body abuzz. She lay in her bed, knowing they would be here soon with the next dose. Slowly she sat up, the three Heirs awfully quiet as they sat on various pieces of furniture, seeming upset with one another. Winter sat at the piano bench, lifting the lid. She pressed one key, the familiar cool ivory a comfort. Her fingers began to play by memory, the last competition piece she had performed moving through her, flowing like water. Tears sprung to her eyes as she played, hot, and angry. She hated this. She hated her weakness. She wasn't strong enough, three powers and she still couldn't defeat him. A scream tore through her as she played, the melody changing. It was no longer gentle and flowing but an angry, quick rhythm. Her fingers pounded angrily against the keys, the bench falling back as she stood.
"Winter," Yuuki reached out to try and touch her, his fingers passing through her. "We have a little bit of time," he pointed downwards, at a grate in the floor. Her playing ceased, she knelt beneath the piano, "spirit staff, metal." Slowly, Winter pried the lid off. She would just barely fit. "Where does it go?" She dropped a piece of ice down the shute, the chunk disappearing. "I don't know, but it's your best best." She nodded, knowing that this could be her way out. She needed to go quickly, before they came with the next dose, before they tried to chip her like they did Elise, and she lost total control of her body. Winter eased herself into the grate, closing it above her. There were several cameras, she was fooling no one, but hopefully they weren't paying attention.
"Slowly," Ame said worriedly as she used her staff to ease herself downwards, trying to balance herself. It was dark, pitch black. It was a tight squeeze, bile rising in her throat. "I sense metal beneath you, a fan." Winter reached out, suddenly falling into a path. She sighed with relief, this shaft large enough for her to crawl. There was light as well, coming from various rooms. "Alright, let's find a way out." She shimmied through the vent, trying to be as quiet as possible. Had she continued downwards, she would have gone right into an industrial fan and would have been chopped to pieces. "Where did she go?" The Doctor, she could hear him. "Find her!" Winter crawled as quietly as possible, realizing that the walls around her were all metal. "Shit," she whispered, the collar starting up. She grabbed at it, electricity coarsing through her once more.
Her body convulsed, the grate loosening, her body falling through. "There you are," she was grabbed on both sides, the bubblegum blue liquid forced into her mouth. "We have enemies approaching, you know what to do." Her eyes glazed over, she felt like a puppet. Why couldn't she do anything right? "Spirit armor," Winter slurred, pointing her staff at him. "No," she was injected in the neck, "bad." Her mind felt as though it were inside of a cloud. "Capture them alive," Doc ordered. She nodded stiffly, turning around. "You'll need this," a mask was put over her face so that she could breathe outside. She stood at the gates, her mind feeling fuzzy. She needed to win, but she wanted to lose. Everything in her told her to win, even if her brain screamed not to fight them.