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The gloomy little room was a mess today. More so than usual.

[i]Not again...[/i]

Terry was huddled under her dusty old sheets, the pale-skinned girl looking as though she had been possessed by a ghost. She had been like this for what felt like hours now. Maybe it had been hours, staring blankly at the red velvet envelope that had been slipped underneath her door. She shook underneath her rubber white hood, amber eyes wide and ruddy from holding back her tears. The rest of her didn't feel any better either. 

The words that Bell had given to comfort her was lost to numb ear, submerged in all her wild thoughts. She can remember hearing something, yes, but nothing specific came to her ears, just a flow of ceaseless noise. 

And to think she was feeling good today too. Judging by the way her room was arranged, or rather disarranged, at least. Film packets thrown about in a hurry and the fact that she adorned her 'rainy' clothing inside, meant she was probably caught in the middle of her precious mediating when the message was delivered. It seemed she had just putting the final touches of adding another piece to her great collection, seeing as an unfinished line of masking tape hung off the side of the bed. The twisted red line ran to one of the little square frames far off in the corner. The date beneath was scratched off, smeared in her rush to hide. Heavy bags can be seen underneath her tear-stricken eyes. She must've been out all night in hunting and searching again. They were all she cared about after all, seeing as the only other thing of note in room was the simple old bed. The black and white pictures lined meticulously across every inch of vision and were a record of her difficult journey. They were always of simple things, people walking, idle animals, sometimes even just clouds in the sky. They were indications of something truly beautiful, she felt. It proved that there were greater thing than what the Gods had in store for them.

And yes, now she believed in Gods. There was no doubt about them now.  

As time passed on, the sun rising further up the horizon, the parchment looked like a splash of blood in the dark room. Lit by the dull pang of sunlight underneath her closed curtains. The red tone reflected off the countless little 'mirrors' plastered all along the walls, making the entire space glow in this dark, brooding bloody tint. It haunted her. 

And soon the ghost inside began to stir. 

[i]"Why do you hide...?"[/i]

Her eyes turned to the silvered blade hidden off the side of her room. It shone in the red tone, glistening almost as if it tried to smile at her. 

"Because I am scared..." she whispered.
 
[i]"Why? You are strong. Strong enough to destroy entire destinies!"[/i]
"No..." turning her head, suppressing the pain in her head. Terry squeezed her eyes shut in order to stop the tears from flowing, huddling more and more into the white folds. "I don't want to... I don't want to anymore..."

[i]"But if you don't then your friends will suffer... Have you not seen? How long will you remain weak? After all they've done? Are you not ashamed of yourself...?"[/i]
She whimpered now. "I'm sorry...! I can't... I'm sorry... I'm so..." 

[i]"Don't be sorry child..."[/i] it hushed, [i]"Trust in me. I won't kill them... I just feel so hungry. I swear I'll stop once I get my fill."[/i]

"You won't...?"
[i]"No, of course not."[/i]
She blinked for a moment, hope in her eyes. But she quickly shook herself. "No! You're a liar! You always lie! Liar!" 

[i]"Tell me... do you want to see Tony in pain again...? How about Len? Or maybe even..."[/i]
Her eyes flickered now, the amber globes shimmering as they shifted hue to a deep red that resembled the room. From the opening in the sheets one could see her eyes. Large tears dripped down them as a trembling hand reached out for the silvered blade.

"No..."
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As Tobias exited the hotel building a lone figure waited for him beyond the glass doors, standing in the black lot. 

'Terry' as he would know was not the same Terry he might've made acquaintance before. She had serious reservations about being around anyone, even those she held dearest to her heart. But whenever she was caught outside she always treated familiar faces with respect. Especially those who managed to last so long. It was hard making friends in this business, after all. No doubt he has heard the rumors surrounding the girl and her vicious dual nature. And seeing it unleashed in such a matter meant only one thing, not that there was any subtly in the matter.

The sweet little girl was nowhere to be found now. They shared her face, but this 'Terry' looked at him with an unguarded animosity, barely able to hold back its urge to leap. 

Seeing him now, she quickly paced outside the perimeter, hefting the silvered blade in her small hands in anticipation. It was waiting for Tobias to exit the 'accepted' boundary, like a starving dog waiting for their ounce of meat. Adhering to this simple rule out of fear than anything else, this thing had no qualms regarding combat in broad daylight, or the fact that this is right in the middle of Jericho. In fact, it welcomed witnesses. It only opened the potential for more blood to be spilled. This being was the very thing 'War' wanted, was it not? Complete and unreserved chaos, the place and time irrelevant to the greater scheme. 

No matter how one looked at it, there was no avoiding the matter. 

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