#CHIYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO im crying sobbing screaming frowing up

[resonette]

[ COVER ]:    sender lunges forward to throw their body over the receiver and shield them from harm during a fight : ))

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" CHIYO — ! "

it had all happened too fast. the failed resonance. the heart palpitation. seeing the gun, hearing the gun. seren didn't close her eyes, unafraid of death, looking down the barrel of the gun, waiting for the bullet to strike her in the chest . . . but it never came. there was instead a flash of brown, and green, and a cry of agony as a bullet made contact with flesh . . . but the flesh wasn't hers. it takes her a minute to reassess the situation, seeing the protocore-smuggling grunt make a noise of approval. 

chiyo is on the ground in front of her, bleeding. and for a moment, seren forgets who she is.

rare is it that seren uses her own fists for combat; she is not a frontline combatant. but one minute she is squatted down behind chiyo, nursing a chest pain that rendered her immobile, and the next, she is straddling the man with the gun, her knuckles bleeding, unsure of where her blood begins and his ends. her eyes are sharp and vicious, a wolf in sheep's clothing; a thorn on a rose who still smelled as sweet by any other name. seren is silent as she kills a man with her own hands, her knuckles plunging into his face, where his nose met his upper lip, over and over and over and over.

when she rises, she is a ghost possessing her own body, trembling as she approaches chiyo's body. tears are the only thing prohibiting the blood from caking her face red, and she trembles as she leans over, turning her friend - companion - hunter - sister to lay on her back, cold fingers touching her neck.

(  come on , come on , come on — don't you leave me too . . . please , please , don't leave me alone like this.  )

silence, for a very long time, and then . . . ba-dum. ba-dum.  weak, but there. alive, but losing time.

wailing in agony, seren collects the other from the ground, bridal style, holding her to her chest. grit teeth are caked with blood that was not hers as she cups the back of chiyo's head, shushing her despite the lack of response from the other. who were you trying to comfort, amphelos? chiyo? or yourself? looking around, she searches for the blood-red sky, looking for something she knew would get them out of the forest and back towards someone - something who could help.

the blood-stained eyes of a mechanical raven stare back at her in the treeline. 

it was time to make a deal with the devil.