stares && odd glances do little to unnerve. the tear they glide effortlessly through does. when they are at last through, he does not think long upon the words spoken. SHE as though he were not himself but cast in a different light, a different life. were he not familiar with the concept he may have found it strange. then this boy, he is as she is, the very thing he is meant to protect. the knowledge settles any unease as the music fades into the darkness && lends itself to the acrid silence weighing heavily. there is death here, old death. songbirdâs fingers run along warped, twisted, metal && come away stained black.
the boy speaks && the monster lifts his head, obedient to the soft words familiar ( unfamiliar ) to him. a clue is better than a dead end, he decides. the gun is a comforting weight in his hand as he mirrors the motion. he is a long way from home, from HER,¡but he will never forget the etched out initials of a man who turned the city upon itself. a man heâ no, admire was too strong. affection too misplaced a word. the letters haunt && sting as the boy touches them with such open fondness;
¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡B.D.
a muscle jumps at his jaw. no, not the time, not the place. songbird readies his weapon && swallows down fresh curiosity. too many questions will fill the hollowed spaces where death has not stained first. an uneasy feeling grows with each step taken before, at last, he finds his voice.
â We shouldnât be here. â
   âAnd yet we are,â Elias, says.
Heâs too calm for a place like this, but then again, this death has already happened. It is happening now. A thousand screams a world away and still close. A million more horrors just one door away.
Looking through the doors, he almost misses the woman hurdling at him down the street. She is screaming and wild, clothes half-fallen off her body, eyes sunken and wide. Elias hears the Songbird raise his gun, but before he can fire, a tear opens at the womanâs feet, replacing concrete with rich, wet grass and mud. She slips, almost cartoonishly, and as she falls through the air, Elias shifts the world back into place and a metal rod slides right through her as she lands square on it. Blood sputters from her mouth, thick and dark, and even still she turns to watch Elias desperately.
   âThe weapons of this war changed people,â Elias says.¡âBroke down their bodies. Drove them mad. Even in a world without ADAM, we find a way to destroy each other.â
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