◉. Because maybe then all the Sheep will be dead.
A secret government organization is tracking us down to eliminate our characters.
"I supposed to be happy? With all I ever wanted, it comes with a price." — Cat & Mouse
Cat and mouse, this was all this was. A game of cat and mouse and in the end, no one truly won. Kira was gone. Cosima was sick. Alison had just signed her life away and Sarah... Sarah, had lost it all. She had no one. Felix, yes, but she had already dragged him down. She didn't want to drag him down any further, plus, she had tried to ring him up, but all she got was static. Was he alright? What was going on?
She was tired. Tired of it all. Tired. So fucking tired. She wanted to stop. She wanted to just relax, take a breather and sleep. Sleep for a week, if she could, but she couldn't, she had to keep running. Had to keep fighting. Had to fix the shit she was in. Fix it, not only for her sake, but Alison's, Cosima's, Kira's. Just, everyone, in general. But, running. As much as she was tired of running. She had to. She had to keep moving. Even though, at any moment, now, she could hit the ground; collapse from the exhaustion.
Save for the pounding of her feet against pavement, rain pounding down upon her, her vision blurred by the clear liquid, she quickly sweeps her fingers along her face, biting back a quiver. Do not cry, Sarah. Don't cry. Don't show weakness. But, as much as she didn't want to, she wanted to just break down and cry, right then and there. Her whole world was fallen apart and she didn't know what to do. She had no one to turn to. No one she could trust with this information, at least and the ones she usually turned to, weren't answering her calls.
"Just breath and calm down. Everything is alright. They'll be alright. You'll be alright. You'll see Kira again and Mrs S." She tried. She really did try to comfort herself and stop herself from breaking down, but as much as she wanted to believe those words, she knew for a fact, that it wasn't going to be alright. That no matter how hard, she tried to fix things, they were just going to get worse.
The more she ran. The more she could not help, but feel as if someone was there. Watching her. Following her. The creepy feeling that she had sensed before. It was not nor could it be, Helena, because she was dead. She had killed her and -- Tomas... Tomas was dead.. Wasn't he? No... She wasn't sure. She flung herself around, water rolling off of her back and shoulders, flinging around her petite figure.
"Who -- who's there?" Where was her gun, when she needed it? Of course, she had dropped it at the house, when she had gone to go and see if Mrs S and Kira were there. Damn. She mentally cursed herself now. She should run. Just run and continue to do so, until someone -- someone she knew. Someone she trusted, called her or found her, but she was naturally curious. A thing, that would get her killed one of these days, so she had no choice, but to try and see who it was.
A calm, yet shaky breath and she slowly and gently inched her way forward. Her gaze, still blurred by the water showering down upon her. It was then, she saw it. Saw him. Tomas. The crazy pastor, whom had kept Helena locked up, for all her life, making her believe that she was the original, but they were twins, both clones. Not the original. Both, original in their own way, but not original in the way he had brainwashed her to believe.
"Wha' the hell do ya' want?"
