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[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/X3HEnmq.png[/img][/center][hr][center][color=silver]𝕎𝕖𝕕: 𝕆𝕔𝕥. 𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝔹𝕒𝕝𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕀𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕   / /   𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖   / /  ~𝟘𝟝𝟚𝟘[/color][/center][hr]

His heart beat loud in his chest, and for the first time in a long while, Sander felt clear, undiluted fear. Fighting was what he did, but he had never entered a situation like this without the blood high. He never thought they would let him. After all, what was the point of an empty gun? 

But here he was, and here they were, running with killers hot on their heels. He had never felt more powerless. So much for being independent of his power. In the end, he was still [i]nothing[/i] without it. 

Sander breathed out slowly, trying to keep his Stigma in check. He focused on his steps instead, keeping his feet steady and the rhythm of his strides constant. Suddenly, there was blood. Just splash of it, cold and drying, staining the concrete. Ahead, there was something like…nutmeg. Someone was hurt, too. Nothing too serious, but the beating of his heart hitched up a notch. He [i]wanted[/i]. Further out, there was another group too. They were injured? He could smell blood on them too, a plethora of scents closing in from a distance. Who were they? Friend or foe? He couldn’t be sure. 

“[color cyan]Someone’s out there.[/color]” -He warned, because they needed to know this. They were stronger than him right now. Maybe they could do better –“[color cyan]There’s one person ahead, too.[/color]”