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[sub][color=111111][b]Outskirts of Frixion Prime — Intersection[/b][/color][/sub][/right][/cell]
[/row][/table][i][color=f49ac2]"You idiot!! They followed you here!!"[/color]

[color=92278f]"I...no— I— I was sure that—"[/color]

The earth above them rumbled with the sound of marching thunder, rolling along the ground like a wave of hatred and warped desire. The bunker's doors didn't hold for even a moment. The girl's sentence was interrupted by a blast of heat and light, as the moonlight made its way into the underground.

She screamed. The younger girl grabbed her arm, and began to run.

...What was she saying, back then?

█̸̸̛͜͝▄̛̕͟▄̧̡̕͟█̨͟͞▄̴͟█̡̕͟͢▄̢́■̡̡̕▄̸̀͞ ears were ringing from the explosion. The world seemed to roll around like clothes in a dryer—

[color=f49ac2]"As long as we stick together..."[/color]

Was that it...?

No, that couldn't have been it. That was from a different time.

But I think...that girl remembered those words, in that moment. In the moment when her hearing was lost, in the perfect, silent clarity of deafness, she could sound out her memories in her mind.

It was dark. █̨҉▄̷̨̀▄̵̢█̧̢̀͘͢▄̴̢̧̛͝█̸̸͝▄̢́͟͟ couldn't see at all. Couldn't hear at all. Could only feel that hand, gripping her tightly, dragging her along.

But in the end, she lost even that.

All she had left was the feeling of the cold, hard ground, an̴d t̷he b͢u̴l̀l̵et͢ t҉h͝͏͝a̡̢̧t ͢h͢a͏́d ̢͠͏ri͠pṕ͝ed̶̛͢ t̵̢h̶͜͟͜͟r̷̡͢͞ó̴̕͡͞u̡҉̀ģ̶h͠ ̨̀͘͠ḩ̸̛̀͘e̵̢̕r̶̡͟͠ ͠͝c̶̡̢͘͡h̶͢͟͠e͜s̴̴̵̀̕t̢̧[/i]

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A primal, shrill scream overcame even the sounds of the surrounding gunfire, as a blade was driven mercilessly into the digital screen.

The screen that bore [color=f49ac2]her[/color] face.

On the surface of the planet, a little girl no older than eight or nine was breathing heavily, standing over the remains of what was once a billboard, having fallen from its perch amidst the chaos and weaponry. The top of her black hoodie was pulled back, revealing jagged, jet-black hair that looked like it had been haphazardly cut with a sharp knife. Her eyes were a deep red, pupils dilated from adrenaline, waxing and waning like the light of a passing comet.

The glass shards at her feet flickered as the image 'died'. At least, in her mind, it had 'died'. She had 'killed' it, after all.

From the moment she saw [color=f49ac2]her[/color] face, the only option left was to 'kill'. And in that intersection, surrounded with [color=f49ac2]her[/color] face on every screen, replacing every hologram, she had killed, and killed, and killed, and killəd, and killed and killed and killəd and killəd killed killəd killed killəd killəd killəd...

Until every visage of that smug grin had been wiped from the face of the planet.

Until every screen, every projector along those streets had been destroyed.

With the hiss of escaping gas, a slot on the hilt of her knife opened up, spewing forth a jet of evaporated nitrogen, along with a glowing heat sink. It clattered against the wall, raising smoke from the dry grass like the ashes of a cigarette, as the little girl slowly sheathed the knife against her back, catching her breath.

[center][color=999999]"This is a scheduled test of the hydroelectric dam release mechanism."[/color][/center]
An automated, robotic voice came from the distant bridge, where the fighting was. But, none of that concerned her. Instead, light-headed from the physical exertion, she looked up at the sky, towards a small, red 'star' that was rising away from her.

[center][color=999999]"This test was scheduled on [color=f49ac2][b]null[/b][/color] and all residents were informed on [color=f49ac2][b]null[/b][/color]."[/color][/center]
[center][color=999999]"Canal sector twelve has been evacuated as of [color=f49ac2][b]null[/b][/color]. The test will begin in [color=f49ac2][b]negative eighteen seconds[/b][/color]."[/color][/center]
That 'star'...

The ark that bore [color=f49ac2]her[/color] into the sky.

[color=bc8dbf]"...You said that...we'd stick together..."[/color] The little girl's voice emerged languid and hoarse. She held back her need to cough, keeping her body perfectly still. Even as the ark sailed far away from her sight, even as the muddy rapids rushed along behind her, her vision remained focused on that single point. [color=bc8dbf]"But...you abandoned me...back then..."[/color]

Eventually, her throat gave out. The girl held her stomach as the fit reverberated through her lungs, coughing up blood and sputum in equal measures. For how long, she didn't know. It splashed against the ground, like deep, dark raindrops. It stained her hoodie, it stained her shoes, showing dimly even against the black surfaces.

Her body was covered in her own blood, just like back then, just like at that faraway time, in that faraway place, in the faraway dream that she saw every time she slept.

[color=bc8dbf]"And you've...abandoned me...now, too...huh...?"[/color]

Hanging trails of blood, like reddish-brown icicles, clung to her lips. Wiping her mouth weakly, she walked through the puddle of her own mucus, listlessly shambling forward.

[color=bc8dbf]"It's fine, though. Even if you leave me behind, again and again, I'll find you."

"Just like I did, back then..."[/color]

 
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[sub][color=111111][b]Stolen Ship — The Bridge[/b][/color]
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[/row][/table]Just like back then.

Someone had died in front of her, just like back then.

Shot through the chest, from behind, just like back then.

Just like [color=92278f]her[/color].

Blood that wasn't hers coated her side and shoulder. One of the lenses of her glasses was coated over with red death, dyeing half of her vision and blurring the other. The girl's fingers twitched slightly, her body locked up as though she had met the eyes of a basilisk.

Someone was...yelling. Scrambling, running.

—ears ringing, the world seemed to roll around like clothes in a dryer.

But it was her body that moved, while the world stood painfully still. The moment she had tried to take a step back, the girl's leg had given out, and she'd fallen backwards, her head rattling against a raised console.

Even as her glasses tilted over her head, and blood oozed down her arm, she didn't notice.

Her eyes were focused on a faraway place, a faraway time. A dream that she had every time she slept.

[sub][color=f49ac2]"...h..."[/color][/sub]

Her voice almost didn't make it out of her throat. The girl's eyes were wide, her jaw hanging open like the face of a broken doll.

[sub][color=f49ac2]"...how..."[/color][/sub]

The girl's head shook slowly. The sight in front of her couldn't be real. It couldn't be. It was a dream, like it always was. The same dream she always had. She had seen this death over and over and over, in her mind.

So, it couldn't be real. Just like the darkness around her wasn't real, and the bunker wasn't real, and the people with guns weren't real, and the smell of wet earth at her nose wasn't real, and the creaking of rotting wood beneath her feet wasn't real, and the weight on her arm wasn't real, and the gently fading heat in her right hand wasn't real.

She'd wake up soon, any second now, at the same point in the dream, at the same time. At the moment she looked down and saw, just barely in the deep darkness, that blood-splattered hair, she'd wake up like she always did.

But she stared at the blood-splattered hair, on the brightly-lit ground, atop the metallic tiles, and the dream continued.

[sub][color=f49ac2]"...how many...times..."[/color][/sub]

The girl's hands slowly raised to the sides of her head, one clean, and one covered in the blood of [color=92278f]th͡at͢ pe͘r̶son͠ w̴h̵o ͏ha̢d̴ l͝oók̴e͢d҉ ̛f͠or ͜h̨e͢r͝ ̡a͡n͟d tri̴e̸d ͢to͞ ̕s͢av̴e͢ ͘ḩer̕[/color], only for her to make it out alone, unable to do so much as carry the corpse away from that place. Her own life too heavy, the limit of what she could bear on her shoulders. Warm crimson stained her hair and ran down her neck as her hands pressed tightly over her ears, and her head sank into her knees.

 
[sub][color=f49ac2]"...how many..."[/color][/sub]

 
[sub][color=f49ac2]"...times..."[/color][/sub]

 
[sub][color=f49ac2]"...h...how..."[/color][/sub]