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What. The. [i][b]Fuck[/b][/i].

Lexi’s first thought as she saw someone slammed into the ground was that she’d been given ecstasy laced with hallucinogenics. An energetic joy had bloomed in the aftermath of getting headbutted, so the drugs had definitely kicked in. Fuck, her sister couldn’t even get her clean shit? She gave her drugs laced with something that caused her to see some kinda fucked up shit? 

[color=b13a3a][i]She’s in for it when I get home.[/i][/color]

It took a couple more dead people and crowds surging for the door for her to realise it wasn’t the drugs. She wasn’t seeing things. Her heart wasn’t just beating fast because of the drug, though her hands getting clammy definitely was just because of that. She wasn’t a coward.

But she was going to get out of here. Reckless as she may be, she wasn’t a fucking idiot. 

She jerkily looked around, catching sight of the bottleneck at the door and the one broken window. Not there. Most of the windows in this place were jammed, or the kind you couldn’t just open, probably for some kind of warehouse security. Didn’t want people breaking in or some shit. 

The bathroom. She should get to the bathroom, she could climb out the window there. It’d be easy. Get on the sinks, slide through, jump down. No getting crushed in a sea of bodies… She’d smoked out it before. Using it to escape wouldn’t be much different. It would be pretty fucking fun, actually. 

Lexi was already moving before she thought it through, pushing past Camille like he wasn’t even there. She was too drunk and high to think things through much anyway. Her eyes darted around as she pressed her shoulder against the wall, alert to her surroundings. But she didn’t feel scared. 

Then there was a blocker in her path. An irritating, ugly blocker, screaming about nothing. 

[i][color=32cd32]“[b]HELP ME! YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKER! HELP ME![/b]”[/color][/i]

[color=b13a3a]”Shut up, Pose-”[/color] Lexi’s words died on her lips as the biggest bitch in town was replaced with her drummer slash friend. Her head jerked around, catching Vicky near Tyler, and Tyler looking like he just realised what a boring piece of shit he was. 

What the fuck- [b]WHAT THE FUCK?![/b]

Warm blood splattered across her face, sticky viscera clinging to her skin and clothes. As she turned towards what little remained of her friend, Lexi felt… [i]Nothing[/i]. 

A deep absence of any emotion at all. It was jarringly different from the erratic energy she’d felt just moments before. She backed away, but not out of fear, merely self preservation. An all devouring apathy swallowed her whole, the world around her becoming fuzzy.

She could hear someone mumbling behind her, in a language she couldn’t immediately place. Then it clicked- French. Had Camille followed her? So he was a creep too. 

But it wasn’t Camille who walked into her line of sight, but a graceful blonde woman who looked eerily familiar. Lexi could see similarities to her own features in her face, but more than that, a resemblance to her older sister. It was like facing a more refined version of Danielle, wearing an out of fashion and old dress her sister wouldn’t be caught dead in. 

The woman calmly regarded her, speaking again. [color=#535264][i]”En face de la mort, on comprend mieux la vie.”[/i][/color] 

[color=b13a3a]”[i]I don’t speak French.[/i]”[/color] Lexi snapped, convinced that she really was hallucinating. It was the only explanation.

[color=#9777bd][i]”Nor do I.”[/i][/color] There was a low chuckle behind her, another figure coming into view. A man this time, dressed in an open shirt tucked into tweed trousers with suspenders, dark hair thick and messy. His was a more rugged look, and less familiar. 

[color=#535264][i]”In the fact of death, we understand life better.”[/i][/color] The woman enunciated. [color=#535264][i]”There is no time.”[/i][/color]

[color=#9777bd][i]”There’s never time, so just bend time to your will.”[/i][/color]

Lexi was bored of this already. Couldn’t her hallucinations be a little more exciting. 

[color=#535264][i]”We are not hallucinations. We are your ancestors, long dead. You have awakened something we too thought was dead.”[/i][/color]

[color=#9777bd][i]”Stop beating around the bush- You have magic, Alexandra! You’re an Adept.”[/i][/color]

[color=b13a3a]”Fuck, at least say something believable.”[/color] Lexi snorted.

[color=#9777bd][i]”Heh, just like how I was when I kindled. You’ll learn… Or you’ll die!”[/i][/color] The man laughed.

[color=#535264][i]”Death isn’t the end. For some it is the beginning. One day, you will be able to bring back friends who die before you.”[/i][/color]

[color=b13a3a]”Like a necromancer? Fuck, that’s–”[/color]

[color=#9777bd][i]”Ridiculous? That’s not all you can do! Nothing can trap you anymore, not even time. Bend it, move as you want- Anticipate, and in a blink of an eye you’ll be somewhere else.”[/i][/color]

[color=#535264][i]”But do not feel too much. Death is unforgiving and unfeeling. The Hound comes for us all.”[/i][/color] 

[color=#9777bd][i]”On that cheery note- do you feel it? The power? Thrilling, isn’t it.”[/i][/color]

Though Lexi was disbelieving at first, she did feel it. She could sense the thick miasma of death that surrounded them innately. There was an itch beneath her skin like something trying to get out. A coiled up energy broke through the apathy.

[color=#535264][i]”Until we meet again in the Hound's domain.”[/i][/color]

[color=#9777bd][i]”Try not to die!”[/i][/color] 

Her ancestors faded, leaving with only useless words. They hadn’t taught her anything, and the magic itching to be free had nowhere to go. The feelings that had freed it, however, pushed her to move without care. She backed away further from the ugly, furry monster she could suddenly see- and the weird cosplayer with a flaming spear. 

[color=b13a3a]”You owe me a fucking drummer, Tyler!”[/color] Lexi shouted across the warehouse, pointing at Tyler before drawing a finger across her throat. She wasn’t acting like she’d just seen one of her closest friends die. Her expression was ice cold. Not sad, or even angry. The corners of her lips pulled up briefly, the shadow of a taunting smile flickering across them. In her eyes was a manic light, her dilated pupils all the more obvious as her eyes narrowed at Tyler. Maybe she’d finally gone mad.

Probably, with how she was now moving in his direction rather than towards the door. She didn’t have much thoughts at that moment- just that since he’d used her friend as a meat shield for that bitch, she’d use him as one for herself.