#rep : aklla ft luke ( pahtterson ) .

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                    𝐖𝐢𝐝𝐞     𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬     𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫     𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦     𝐨𝐧𝐞     𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬     𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐥     𝐭𝐨     𝐭𝐡𝐞     𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫     ,     and     there’s     nothing     but     MANIA     written     across     a     face     once     void     of     any     emotion.     The     rush     that     spreads     in     her     body     warms     her     from     head     to     toe     and     the     chemistry     lab     feels     like     home.     If     she     closes     her     eyes     she     can     hear     Yzma     barking     instructions     at     her     while     the     smell     of     Kronk’s     perogies     flood     her     senses.     She     lost     herself     in     her     daydream     for     a     split     second     but     the     sound     of     the     door     swinging     open     has     her     alert     instantly.     It’s     reflexive     the     way     she     pulls     the     knife     out     of     its     safe     spot     around     her     thigh     ,     arm     arching     over     her     head     as     she     releases     the     blade     ,     sending     it     across     the     room     and     THROUGH     the     boy.     Disbelief     contorts     her     features     as     she     stares     at     his     shoulder     where     the     weapon     should     be     lodged.     Instead     it’s     fallen     on     the     floor     behind     him     and     it     has     her     brows     knitting     in     frustration.

The     shatter     of     glass     is     ear     splitting     as     she     breaks     a     glass     cylinder     against     the     bench     top     ,     brandishing     her     new     found     weapon     at     the     harmless     looking     boy.     One     thing     the     isle     had     taught     her     well     :     nothing     was     harmless.     ❝     Who     the     fuck     are     YOU     ?     ❞     Words     fall     flat     on     monotonous     tongue     as     her     eyes     glance     over     his     shoulder     at     the     open     door     behind     him.     He’s     going     to     get     her     caught.     ❝     Close     door     or     else     I’ll     —     ,     ❞     Threat     trails     off     as     the     realization     settles.     What     upper     hand     did     she     have     to     a     boy     who     she     could     do     NO     HARM     ?     ❝     What     exactly     are     you     ?     ❞