@pairofpawns cont'd from x.
Meg dipped the cloth in the water again, squeezing it until the clear liquid was an odd shade of pink, only to wipe at the cut on Amanda's face. Oddly enough, the woman was one of the only other killers that she could resonate with somewhere inside. The other ones either didn't talk to her or made her chest hurt.
"Which one of the worms did this to you? I didn't expect anyone to be able to lift the mask off." Then again, the scrapper, David, she forced out from her mind, had pulled out one of the braids that were tucked away in her hood. Her hair still hurt when pulled.
The top of the blood pouring out of her tear ducts took on the same azure glow that her eyes had. Meg envied Amanda. Her blood could be wiped away. The trails on her cheeks never budged.