nightiingaledâ  ⧠â Ë kit.
ENCOUNTER MY MUSE AFTER THEYâVE JUST KILLED SOMEONE - @dayanghanâÂ
Theyâve found her. Again. They always find her. Always. Always. Always.
Kit tried to stop the negative mantra from repeating in her head along with her fears. But it didnât stop. No matter where she went, by herself or not - she was never going to be safe.
But the moment she tried to run towards the fight, she froze and a STRIKE of fear dug deeper into her bones. Because SHE wasnât in control of her muscles, she wasnât frozen from her fear - something was holding her in place. Someone. She recognized the uncomfortable feeling of losing control, of BEING controlled. Of the buzzing sensation in her head as the chip surged electrical pulses through her skin, orders driving muscle movement.
Her next movements felt more like a dream than anything else - a waking nightmare. Like a puppet, she moved on some unspoken command towards the nearest individual. He didnât react fast enough, understandably confused by the small harmless form rushing towards him. Kit was on him in a second, knife - when did she get a KNIFE? - sinking into his neck.
As she followed his body to the ground, Kit let out a tortured scream, half stumbling as she rolled to her knees. Kit thought she heard a little giggle and she fought internally for control, pulling at her joints and ligaments to stay in place as they fought to move at the puppeteerâs will.
She saw him appear and a flicker of relief was subdued by regret, fear and derision. âShiro!â Kit started to step forward, and she pulled herself violently back. âHelp meâŚ.â Tears were dripping down her face now, unable to be controlled by either her or her puppeteer. Bloody knife still held upright in shaking hand. Another step. âNoâŚDonât.â Was she talking to herself or him now?
 heâd lost her. DAMMIT, heâd lost her. one moment sheâd been behind him, and then the next, in all the chaos of the fight, heâd LOST TRACK and somehow sheâd disappeared. whether sheâd slipped off of her own accord or been dragged away by another, he couldnât be certain, and that fact had his blood running cold the moment heâd realized she was missing.
moving in a panicked hurry, shoving his way past anyone who stood before him, shiro felt his stomach churn with fear. heâd find her; he HAD to find her. if he didnât... god, heâd  N E V E R  forgive himself. she was supposed to be safe with him, heâd promised that heâd look after her, that he wouldnât let ANYONE get their hands on her againâ
it was about then, right in the middle of cursing himself for not keeping a closer eye on her, that he rounded a corner just in time to hear a scream and to watch two bodies DROP to the floor. freezing upon immediate recognition of kit, shiroâs breath caught in his throat, a chill down his spine causing a shiver to run through his entire body. she was alive, that was made clear within the next moment as he watched her rise, but something felt... off. WRONG. he couldnât put a finger on what it was â he could at least guess that sheâd only attacked out of self defense, but it was her cry out to him which had shiro INSTANTLY pulling himself back into action.
   â kitâ! â even as she stopped herself, pulled herself back, he moved toward her with an arm outstretched. hand open, held out for her to grab onto, there was nothing but CONCERN for her in his expression.
   â why are you... whatâs going on? â eyes traced over the trail of tears down her face to the blood coating her hands, as well as the knife held within one of them. still, his hand remained extended to her, regardless of the way he presently found himself at a LOSS for what he could do, for what was happening to her.  â how can i help? what do you need? â