#tefwrites

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scientist meets icky oopy guy

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put that guy in SITUATIONS

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witnessing the horrors unknown with your husband and kid

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thinking abt how i wrote this again

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the first year

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just really enjoy how i wrote the opening of this

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go to the mirror?

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thinking about the cowboy au again

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farewell!

the wtdb short is done!!! read it below:

cws for character death, body horror descriptions, tragedy. 

The wind whipped heavily, sending a shrill scream through the air as it fought against the two figures maintaining strong standing positions on the sandy ground. A tan wave of sand and dry dust covered the air in intervals as the wind continued to protest. It was poorly covering up the sun, however, and its intense glare was hardly masked by the coming sandstorm. Sandstorms were becoming more and more of a routine weather pattern as of recent.

What the wind and dust had barely touched however, was an old, faded oak door. It didn’t budge, and stayed as remarkably solid as stone for something that looked on the verge of snapping and splintering into a pile of timber. Through the cracks in the wood and hinges, bright white light in thin, spindly fingers pried their way out of the space and into the air. Both figures were fixated on this light. They could both feel its welcoming heat from where they stood. 

Behind them, the ruins of a once well-loved town stood in shambles. Yellow paint and sand altars lay wasting away and fading, neglected. Every window was shattered, and sand had poured into each abandoned house, occupying rooms where happy families used to spend their happy days. Roads and sidewalks were ripped apart and uprooted, almost like something had torn through the city's underground and had decided to breach at random intervals. The only untouched residence was the cathedral, a sharp, tall thing that had been placed delicately outside of civilization. The devastated town was a brown-yellow smear behind it, and from its windows the same all-blue light continued to pour out of the tall pretty stained glass on its outer exterior walls. The pair faced each other just a few feet from its back wall. 

Lauren regarded Kevin with the same feelings she had about the cathedral; pleasant to look at, delicately hand-designed, but only a mere figurehead of the divine. He was never really as powerful as he felt he was. Kevin had remained another beam of sunlight from The Devourer, cast into a space that was already occupied by brightness. It was really such a shame, she decided. She stood with an impatience, her body unconsciously leaning towards the oak door behind her as she longed to return home. Whatever Kevin needed to say needed to be quick, the door was definitely not going to last long. Across from her, tilted his head, showing off the nearly hidden burn scars on the left of his neck, blending in with the wires and rusting implants under his skin. His array of golden mismatched earrings and bones made a quiet harmony of little metal tinkles in response to his movement. 

“ I am going to miss you, Lauren, “ He flashed a wide smile, pulling at his surgery threads. “ I hate to see you go, you and I have made so many memories here! Building Desert Bluffs Too with you was one of my happiest times in my exceedingly long stay here! “

He made sure to let the distaste poison his voice this time. He was done with remaining friendly around her. Lauren caught onto the sourness, but didnt let it affect her. Soon, she would be gone, and would finally regain her place as the first, and true prophet in a brand new, gleaming town. She let the wind brush sand into her eyes and scrape her skin. She allowed the pain and discomfort to prepare her for entering the door. She nodded vigorously.

“ Oh, I agree, friend! “ She carefully watched Kevin, locating every weapon on him, including the giant ax that was slung to his side. Two daggers on garter belts. A butcher's ax on his belt. A ruby-adored sword on his back. A knife slightly visible from underneath his sleeve. It was slightly less than usual. “ I will miss you too. It will be a happy, happy day when you can come visit me in another Desert Bluffs, sometime, as the mayor of course! “

“ That would be wonderful “. The wind picked up, carrying Kevin’s words away, making him raise his voice. He had not left his eyes off the door behind Lauren, but she couldn’t tell that. Any hint to where he was looking had been lost with the absence of his pupils. She yelled through the wind and dust.

“ I guess this is it! “ She strained a little to make her way over to him. She beamed at him from under his large prophets hat. She could barely see his eyes. “ Goodbye Kevin! Until next time! “

He pulled her into a tight hug. For a moment she relaxed, a small part of her believing, just a little, that he really was going to miss her. A small glass shard somewhere in her mind shattered, and she let herself forget the distrust she had built towards her friend. She did not feel greed. She did not resent the person who had interrupted her life and taken her position. She let it fade and slip into the past. 

She was about to let go and move towards the door, when she felt herself caught, Kevin’s blade pressed to her chest. She tried to move in reflex, reaching for her dagger, the one always hidden to her side, but she was too slow in comparison. She felt heat and etching, searing pain as the sword dove swiftly into her, then rapidly out. Kevin had been taught well, he had aimed for the horribly perfect artery. She collapsed onto the cracked, drought torn floor and looked up at him with pleading eyes. She shouldn’t have let her guard down. 

He watched as she stared at the wound, wide eyed and devastated. He smiled, watching her until she was nearly gone. He gave her a look that spoke in that same sickeningly sweet voice: “ I really hate to do this to you, friend. '' As Lauren watched, heaving increasingly shallow breaths, he moved quickly for the door, his red robes trailing behind him in the violent sandstorm like red smoke. Since Lauren had last spoken, it had opened silently, and the light had the opportunity to escape spilling out everywhere. In spots where it touched the ground it burnt and seared it, blackening the dirt. Kevin could feel the light getting hotter and hotter the closer he approached it. His body was holding back from sprinting, he needed to savor this. He needed to savor his slow, long awaited return to Its Maw. 

He finally reached the opening, and just as he moved to enter the light, his arms outstretched and palms open, he felt the air grow sickeningly cold. The old oak door slammed shut, and with the great sound of thunder, it disappeared with a blinding flash.

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thinking about episode one

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a house, a room, a mirror, a broken glass shard, and another figure.

a small little piece i did about lightning cecil and go to the mirror 

There was a storm brewing, and he caused it. The lightning storm, shooting blinding white veins into the ground, was his doing, and Cecil wielded all of its power. The sky around him was a deep azure, hugged by dark clouds, slowly curling around each other, a sudden change from the orange of the sunset that once occupied the sky.  As each powerful strike met the ground, the sky flashed shades of lilac and magenta, a bright burst against the incredibly dark atmosphere. 

Contrasting against the rich blackness of the tempest was a bright magenta glow, one much more purple than the flashes following the lightning. Slung around his back was a bow, the center of it’s obsidian and twisting design emitting the glow. Paired with the bow was a pouch, full of cold and sharp metal arrows. If he were to touch them, they would ignite, suddenly pulsing with many threads of electricity, the same color as the bow’s glow.

Cecil’s eyes spoke of the years and years he had been alive, this knowledge and power displayed through how his eyes would glow, flickering through each blink. His hair, another satin white color, flowed down his face, uneven and silky. Long bits of his hair rested in front of his face, significantly longer than the short braid against his neck. 

He stood on top of a radio station, his radio station, and even though he wasn’t that high up he still felt as if he could see far beyond the streets below him, far into town. Everything just seemed to stretch out infront of him. Suddenly, he felt a cold rush, and found himself crying, a reaction that brought him back to where he was standing. The wind whipped against his face, sharp and powerful, and for the first time in the night he was aware of himself. For a moment, Cecil was Cecil, solid and whole; aware. He could feel the tingling sensation of the lightning as it seared through his body, like veins. Overlaying his vision, like a blurry watercolor, was something else. A house, a room, a mirror, a broken glass shard, and another figure, one he should have recognized, knelt besides him. He could hear static, slowly increasing in intensity. Where was it coming from?

The other vision was slowly becoming more clear, but every time he tried to focus in on it, every time he tried to just reach through, he would lose it. The feeling would go away and he would be left exactly where he was; on a roof, a specter in the eye of the storm. 

Just as soon as he had gained clarity, it was lost, and Cecil was once again thrust into the storm’s power. Lightning hit the ground, searing the station’s parking lot and sending sparks dancing into the sky with vigor. Thunder roared from the sky’s gape above, and he absent-mindedly touched his bow, staring deep off to the horizon.

His mind was swarmed with words again, and Cecil was hit with a wave of sight, the sight of every citizen, of feelings and sensations not of his own, of a hand, and a world beyond the mirror. 

Above him, the sky churned and tore, and a large, red-ringed planet loomed over the sky. 

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facts about my little character guys that are super not important but i like

[ if you like the guys you see do send me asks about them that would be cool ]

- adan remembers a lot more than ro does about his life before the middle. he knows a lot of english words from things and a lot of his language is different from rowans specifically due to the lingo he still knows.

- mollie smokes to distress from the weight of being a bounty hunter, and only took up smoking once working for RES took a turn for the worst.

- ace and cal are both, ironically, ace.

- the only time adan can take a bath without phasing out of the middle via the water is when rowan is also in the bath with him. rowan enjoys baths anyways, and takes them more frequently once he gets his wings, because they can collect a lot of heat, and get matted and kinda gross. 

- jay likes to wear makeup, and is pretty good at it.

- while ace is RES’s on crew biologist, he actually was trained as a solider before he worked with cal and the rest of the crew. him and mollie shared a lot of the same training.

- matteo goes to the skate park every day after school, but normally never skates unless jay tags along. 

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It felt like waking up from a dream, just in between awake and being awake somewhere else. When I was beginning to fade, I had Ace pilot the plane as I tried to recover and get a grasp of things again. 

I looked so deep into that light, just before we needed to turn around and make our way back. The light was the most color I saw for a while. 

It was dark out now, and being too far away from the lights of Las Vegas had left us without much we could use to direct our way back. The ocean was a deep blue, and from up so high I wondered how cold it would be down there.

It was freezing down there, but I barley remember that feeling now.  

Ace’s voice and mine were a warble of nothing, even I could not really make out what I was saying, but it seemed to be getting through to them. We were moving back to base, I knew that. Where was the moon?

By then my eyes were barely open, and I began to melt to a quiet panic. Even now I can’t forget how still everything was. Just as we were halfway back home, I let myself go into half sleep. 

My head fell against Ace’s shoulder, and my hand was slightly against his on the wheel. It was like that for a few seconds.

Then, I could hear a noise, and then more noise, and Ace’s voice, and his body going limp from loss of consciousness, and then the drop, then sheer cold. The next thing I remembered was waking up back here, with Ace by my side, and Miles and the Med crew. I think Ace might have been crying. 

Something about that moment of peace stuck with me. It was all I could think of when I first woke up and it is all I’ve been thinking of all day. At first I couldn’t recognize it, it was a new feeling just below the ribs, but now I know. 

Before we crashed, while me and Ace just sat there, barely connected with a small amount of touch, I fell in love. 

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SEVEN

The fire is getting hotter and hotter. I know it is not physically inside yet, but still I can feel its heat with burning clarity. It claws at me with its fangs. They are sharp and hot, and tear along every inch of me, stopping at my back. They leave my back to create its own pain. The fire touches everything but my back, allowing it to stretch and rip open, an experience left just for me. 

I cannot stand. I fear if I move any part of myself the wings will stretch further, and all my progress will be lost again to the pain and the heat. I am clutching my chest, clawing onto the side of my back, bracing for every twitch of my fragile, growing, frame. 

I am gaining my wings.

I am gaining my wings, alone. The fire is my only companion, and it watches me through the windows across the hall as I shake in my empty, red-lit room. My mattress is dripped with blood and even the damp stains on it won't stay cold for long. Sweat joins the collective of liquids pooling on the floor, where I am stationed. I scream again, as my wings make the final and largest lurch upward, folding out, wet and matted. 

I pant, my breaths doing nothing but driving the smoke in and out again. I let my muscles relax slightly, just for a moment, as I sit up for the first time in what’s been nearly hours. My vision is blurry, and the edges of it are pulled at by the light of my room. I see nothing but blurs of red and dark strokes of the edges of objects around me, slowly coming together to form clarity. For a few moments it is just nothing but my labored breathing, and the fire roaring around me, but then, a dull, quiet noise joins my senses. As the noise gets clearer I recognize a set of footsteps, approaching The Middle in the same, familiar, pattern. They are a short, heavy-rythmed set, and I remain frozen, waiting for them to do what they will inevitably do: arrive at the door.

They do, and just like every time, the door swings open, the fire claws its way in for a few short seconds, Seven returns, and then the door is shut again, casting the fire out. He is in horrible condition, and the bandages I last saw him with have now been completely charred off, and new sets of burns dot and grasp his hands and arms, casting deep sets of reds and browns into his skin. The hatchet is chipped and seared, the edges now darkened. She is breathing heavily.

I watch, still immobile, as Seven walks slowly, breathing with a quiet wheeze, down the hallway. It is late, and in her mind I should be routinely asleep by now. He is wrong. He stops, dead faced, in the door-frame to my room. The two lights across the hall cast shadows onto his face, and he is a mixture of red and blue as he stares at me, watching as I pant and shudder, my wings, large and stark, moving with my tremors. 

All at once, I realize something. Weakly, I get up. Slowly, I walk. I walk to where he is standing, blood following my movements, trailing off my back. I straighten myself, meeting his eyes with mine. I am reminded again of how much I love their greenish color, so, so different from mine.

I put my hands, shaky and thin, onto his face. He does not move, and his face speaks angry tones at me as our skin meets. To his side, his hand grips his hatchet tighter. Slowly, she brings her empty hand, burnt and bloody, to my cheek. My face is cold, and caked with sweat. She does not move away. She does not raise her hatchet. 

Inside me, a small mirror breaks into hundreds of little pieces, and at the signal of a final fragile thing breaking, I move forward, and I kiss him.

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some english class shit 

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after spending WAY too long writing it, the fic surrounding @catboy-khoshekh ‘s wtdb oc lewis is done! lewis uses any/all pronouns so thats why her pronouns change up throughout the fic. 

read it hereee

Lewis looked out the dirty restaurant windows to the large, pristine Strexcorp buildings that stretched high and wide into the cityscape surrounding him. Unlike everything else, they still looked new. The windows were clean, and so were the streets leading up to the building entrances. The city's best and most expensive technology was vesseled into the cooperation with disregard to the wasting away town around it, and it showed. Beyond the city hall and the town square, a place that Strex had marked with their dirty, greedy hands, the remainder of Desert Bluffs wallowed in carnage and neglect. Measly attempts of adapting to the newest technology had been disregarded, leaving the rest of the bluffs to rot in rust. Murder and disruption from the corporation spread through the town like plague, grasping onto each citizen until no one was left without a smile and a hungry, violent need. Remnants from each day’s murder and destruction covered the town until no place was unlike the other, blood bearing and sickly. 

Strex’s testament for cleanliness disgusted Lewis most of all. Beyond the shiny, tinted windows and the sleek, golden frame of each office, the interior of Strexcorp was just the same as the city streets. Even after years, years of ripping each person away from their humanity until they were nothing but a mess of wiring and flesh, the company still hid their face away from the public, covering up what everyone already knew: they were the cause of all this. 

Lewis was a product, just like everyone else. She was a smiling face in a crowd of grinning, bloodsoaked, others, but unlike them he fought. He fought silently, through poison and knives, rising slowly to defeat each figurehead they knew of. He met them as an equal, building their trust, until the time was right, and then he striked. He was an assassin, killing those that had brought their abundance of suffering to the town, ceasing their reign of terror as an act of revenge for himself, and for each killed in the name of a false god, and a power-corrupt company. 

Years of uninterrupted work had brought her now, to a restaurant, as an associate to one of the most powerful people he had ever met: the town’s head prophet. He had never seen his face in flesh and bone, but he knew stories. He constantly heard his voice, power hungry and giddy, ready to strike at any moment. They had first learned to respect and obey him, but now Lewis knew nothing but to distrust and despise this man. 

In view of the window was the prophet’s statue, in solid gold like the two others. It was an unjust rendition, and the statue Lewis hated the most. Perched royally, in a draped gown and starred headpiece, Kevin stood, axe raised above his head, moments before its descent. If the statue’s job was to paint him as a golden-lit deity, it did exactly that.

Lewis wished for the day that they could see that statue topple, meeting other destroyed Strex buildings in a mess of wires and concrete. Each moment he wished the cooperation would crumble in his hands like dust, and today he was even closer to that wish coming true, all he needed to do was to stick to the plan. 

In front of them sat two cups of coffee, both poisoned. Lewis had built an intolerance to the poison for the last many years, and it remained a staple method to remove each leader she found himself working with. 

Once they were immobilized by the poison, it was a matter of murder, and then they were soon forgotten, like the rest of those killed under the shadow of Strex. However, this job was different from the others. Lewis was toying with someone incredibly important, and their death would not be received without questions, and, Lewis began to realize, difficulty. 

Kevin was more than a prophet. He was the figure Strex loved to flaunt as their biggest achievement, their most powerful, highest ranking fighter, their prized possession. She knew what they could do to a person like Kevin, how far he could be pushed. Lewis was suddenly more aware of who exactly he was going to kill. 

Just when the full importance of the situation had hit full force, Kevin entered the restaurant, turning fearful but not surprised heads. He was a well-known regular. Lewis took him in, trying to maintain a happy and anticipate expression. 

Kevin wore a more formal, but still lavish yellow dress, accompanied with his signature golden accents and jewelry. Red ribbon hung from different angles around his corset, letting crystals and other strange jewelry hang down his legs. Multiple weapons were strapped to his body, along with a horrific axe Lewis recognized from the statue outside. A large, square, meticulously designed hat was pulled down over most of his face, just enough to let his smile show.  He made his way over to Lewis’s table, shaking his hand before sitting down. Lewis tried to wipe off the transferred blood on his pant leg. 

For a moment, she considered the dagger concealed in her pants pocket. They were completely caught off guard by the amount of weapons Kevin wore, and how boldly he displayed them. Even for a town full of violence, it wasn’t commonplace to walk around with exposed weaponry, unless your Strex Division permitted it. Lewis guessed Kevin was an exception.

They looked down at the coffee once more, watching with restrained anticipation as Kevin took a sip of the espresso. Nothing happened, but she knew the poison would only kick in about a half an hour from then.

Since entering the cafe, Kevin hasn’t said a word. At first, Lewis had just assumed that he might not be one for conversation, but then one look at his smile and the air about him let her know that Kevin was not the type to stay silent, or even still for too long.

In fact, she began to notice that even as he sat there in front of them, he was doing just that. Different limbs of his twitched, including most rapidly his face and ears, a sign of the effects that Strexcorp’s programming had on his body. Lewis could imagine how much he had gone through to become the person that they now were, but she had no sympathy for him. Just as they were wishing harder that the poison would kick in sooner than usual, Kevin spoke. Lewis recognized his voice immediately, despising how even more sickly sweet it was in person. 

“ I appreciate you organizing this date, “ His voice dripped like honey. “ I think it’s very important to talk with soon-to-be assistants before hiring them! Have a real heart to heart, you know? “ 

Lewis tried their best to cover their disgust with a smile. He tried to maintain eye contact with Kevin, straining to remain friendly and professional. Something was incredibly discerning about not being able to see his eyes.

“ Of course, “ she tried to match his tone. “ It is my pleasure. I am incredibly honored to be meeting you, as well; having the opportunity to work with a prophet and our co-president is something that others would die for. “

Kevin laughed. Lewis noticed as his jaw moved that a small, metal chip was embedded in his skin. From this they also noticed another few metal implants, snaking their way up his neck and latching onto his ears. He recognized these as devices used by Strex to greatly enhance hearing and reflexes. If those were the only visible bionic implants, there was a good chance he was rigged with other internal implants, especially since he was one of Strexcorp’s most well-trained fighters.

Lewis shivered, hoping it would go unnoticed. “ Training “ was a loose term for what it would take to become an employee at Kevin’s level. The amount of painful surgeries and personality alterations would leave you as a shell of your former self, as all of your energy is directed for one thing: to become a vessel for the company's wicked desires.

“ Oh, but they will, and they have, “ Kevin began. Lewis snapped back to the conversation with wariness. What exactly were they implying? 

“ You see, an issue has surfaced. There is someone, an employee posing to work with us, that is making their way up through our ranks, through murder. “

Lewis swallowed. Even as he easily concealed any anxiety through his taught smile, they still felt that Kevin could sense vulnerability seeping through the cracks in his teeth. 

“ That is completely against our morals, “ she faked concern, twisting her face into the best frown she could physically muster. Even though they had fought against the operation to craft their smile, Lewis still bore painful scars along his mouth. “ Strexcorp rewards power and positions through hard, hard work, not relentless murder! “

“ Exactly my point, “ Kevin nodded, the tassels on his hat bobbing. “ It is simply unfair, and it is making many, including my-co president and I, unhappy. “

“ No one should be unhappy! “

“ No one should. That is why I must make it incredibly clear to you, Lewis, that as my future assistant, this poseur will be prosecuted in my hands. And I want you to help me. “

Lewis checked the clock behind Kevin. The poison would be kicking in any minute, if that is, it would work. He could be pumped with so much shit even a liter of poison wouldn’t make a dent. 

They swallowed, and took a sip of their coffee. Under the table, their left hand held a firm grip on the dagger slung on a garter belt, under their pantsuit. This conversation was taking a turn in the wrong direction. 

“ It would be wonderful to work with you to find the murderer. You are our best fighter, and I do not doubt a decision you make for the name of Strex, “ She beamed. They needed to try and shift the focus to something else. “ However, I think we need to discuss other topics as well. I’m sure there’s lots for me to learn still, especially with the more religious side of— “

“ Lauren and I have tracked the murderer for days now, even as they continue to use almost foolproof methods to cover up their tracks, “ Kevin interrupted. “ They have managed to kill some of the most valuable members of Strexcorp. It seems almost like they are out for revenge. “

He laughed, continuing. 

“Revenge! What could anyone possibly find deserving of revenge in my company? We are doing what we must, our job as a humble, kind cooperation. Everyone here is happy, joyous, and they intend to break our balance and watch it burn like tinder. “

Lewis didn’t respond. They were finding it hard to control their rage, and were nearly trembling. He had to know, that was the only explanation. They almost pulled out their dagger when, for the first time in the half-hour, Kevin tilted up his head to meet Lewis face to face. 

Lewis gasped, struggling to exhale. He went stark, and the hand at his weapon gripped to its handle tight. 

Kevin’s eyes weren’t the solid black that Lewis had learned belonged to every Strex employee, including his own. They were a mixture of bright yellow and black, swirling endlessly in a hypnotic pattern. He stared deep into Lewis’s eyes, unblinking. Then, as if they had never changed, his eyes flickered back to normal. 

Lewis lunged for the dagger, bringing it almost to his throat, but they found themselves stopped, matched with their own weapon, cold and sharply pressed against their skin. Kevin had moved just as quickly as Lewis had, and now the two of them were evenly matched, waiting for the other to make a move to seal the deal. 

Lewis scanned the restaurant. No one had even bat an eyelash. The couple in the table behind them hadn’t even paused eating their brunch to notice. Lewis assumed it was commonplace for murders to happen in a place that Kevin frequented, so eventually restaurant -goers had become used to it. The only person that had even payed attention to the pair was the bartender, in the left corner of the store. Slowly, he wiped a pint glass, watching with more interest about who would win the fight, then the safety of any of his customers. 

She glanced back at Kevin. His eyes were back to normal now, but he showed no signs of moving. What had that even been? Lewis knew that Strex implemented robotic eyes to enhance vision and reflexes, but hypnotic implants? She tried to imagine how long he might have had those abilities, or what they could be used for. If anything, what else had Strex done to him? 

“ I think we’d better take this outside. “ Kevin slowly stood, Lewis following suit directly after, keeping their dagger close to his neck. 

They made their way to the door, facing each other as they moved. Lewis tracked every move Kevin made, from the twitch of his ears to the slight shake of his hand. Outside, the sun poured onto the pair. 

Lewis carefully took in his surroundings. He was out of luck now. There was no way they could beat Kevin, but she wasn’t going down without a fight. Even if it was going to kill her, she was going to spend every living minute making sure he felt pain. For a few moments, they stood, waiting for the other to make a move, in front of the restaurant. Kevin smiled, and every glass window in the cafe shattered. 

In a quick, calculated movement, he lunged. Lewis didn’t even have time to think, he just did. They had waited far too long for this moment. This was the morning the prophet would fall, and if so be it, she too.