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More wandering, but this time pointless.  I was told to walk ahead of Sacrifice, and she directed me where to go.  I turned around and caught a glance of her as she ordered me down a side corridor.

Killing Bloodwitch took more out of her than I thought.

“Stay,”  she said.  I heard a thump and knew she finally collapsed.

I turned to look at her.  She was a wreck.

“Christ,”  she muttered, tears streaming from her eyes.  “He did that.”

I had nothing to say.

“I think I know how you feel about Ellen,”  Sacrifice said.  Those words hurt me as she said them.  “I loved her like a daughter and he did things to her!  He forced his way into her life like that.”

She clenched her fists, shaking with rage.

“I have to stop him.”

I smirked a little, at the irony.  She deserves to know how I feel.  How I felt when she took everything important away from me.

“You think you’ll ever get your old life back?”  I recklessly asked.

“The answer will cost you a thumb,”  she said, looking right at me.

I was okay with that, I spoke out of turn, I thought as I held out my hand.  She came over and bit down on my thumb, hard.  My thumb was severed in one bite as bone crunched and I screamed in pain.

She swallowed it whole like the last time, and looked at me.

“No.  I was with them for too long,”  she said, blood dripping down her chin.  My blood dripping down her chin.

She was so different in person than the articles from the National Heroes Network said.  Sacrifice, the former vigilante who took her teammates and two local super villains on a cross country trip to cause inhuman acts on unwitting victims in the name of “science”.

This was the Sacrifice I knew.  She kidnapped me, does horrific acts and still turns around to save me over and over again.  It was confusing.




We continued to wander aimlessly.  I stuck close, hoping I wouldn’t have to deal with Trauma.  Ellen was gone, unless I could stop Taker, and even then it would be difficult; Everyone was more experienced with me, and my powers were surprisingly useless unless I concentrated.

“I’ve figured it out,”  said Sacrifice, jovially.  “This is a barracks.”

I gestured to my mouth.  “Can I-”

“Yes, I’m allowing it,” she cut in, turning to look at me.

“Why would a barracks become a labyrinth?”  I asked.

“Defenses.  Most people don’t plow through buildings, so having your city walls turn into a maze is a great solution for defense.”

I shrugged, accepting the explanation.

“They probably used Kumo to climb up.”

“Kumo,”  I repeated to myself.  “He’s the spider, right?”

She nodded.

“We can break out of here,” she finally said, getting up off the wall.  She punched through the hallway with her bloody hand after a few tries, and turned to me once she pulled at the wall enough to widen it.

“Close your eyes and turn around, Ryan.”

I did so, and yet again I was sent into slumber again.  I wonder what power she uses to do that?




I woke as I soared through the abyss.  It was dark, loud machines at work.  This was the true inside of the wall.  Texan technology.

“Sacrifice?”  I asked, rousing awake.

She was busy, landing on a room with a thud.  She put me down in a swift motion, letting me fall on my back.

“I was busy,”  she said.  “We need to get out.”

“I’m sorry, Sacrifice,”  I said, apologetic.

“It’s good,”  she replied, sitting down.  “We should talk again.  It keeps us sane.  My dad taught me that.”

“Okay,”  I said, nervous, looking away from her naked body.  “Sure.”

“Ask a question, go ahead.”

“How did you get your powers?”

Sacrifice rubbed her neck.  “Most people get them when they are exited,”  she said.  “Not in the good way, too.  It could be during a mugging, or in a panic attack, or anything, really.”

She looked at me, shrugging.

“I was lucky.  Mine was because of a discovery.”


“I was doing research on the medicinal properties of dried animal blood applied directly to the skin and well,”  she gestured at her body. “I got powers.”

“And you became a villain because of that?”

“No, I got my powers because of that.  The villain came later.  I think I started out as one.  Me, Jawbreaker, Taker, Druggie, Glutton and Fractal.  Kumo came later on and I picked up Bloodwitch when I and the others became famous.  I tried to be a hero but they didn’t think powers like mine were ‘Family Friendly’  I think,”  she meandered.

Lies.  You were a hero.  A good one, too.

“So, you are looking for a way out?”  I said once she finished.

She pointed behind me and I turned around.  There was a wall in the way, large and vast.  The wall to the outside.

I heard loud thumping as metal dented, Sacrifice working away at the room as she sat, legs crossed.  As she did so, I realized I could have escaped at any point.  I could have run away.  I chose to stay, for some inexplicable reason.

Sacrifice wasn’t quick enough.  She ducked as a room nearby swung low, missing her by inches.  The room we stood on was getting away from the wall, the labyrinth re-adjusting itself again as we sat.

“Fuck,”  Sacrifice muttered to herself.  She came over and picked me up, throwing me over her shoulder like a child and ran, jumping for a room.

We made the roof again, but barely.  She dropped me, and climbed onto the edge.  I heard a thud and crashing noise, and her hands fell away from the edge where I was.

“Ryan, climb down!”  she yelled after a moment of silence as I crept to per over the side into the deep darkness below.  “Hurry!”

I could jump, die and ruin her plans, I thought, climbing down.  She grabbed my waist and slowly pulled me in.  I thought for a moment about Trauma, trapped in there.  I felt relaxed knowing she was pre-occupied.

Sacrifice walked out and opened the door to the other side of the wall.

“Oh, this is just perfect,”  she spat, venomous sarcasm oozing out from her tone.

I followed behind her, wondering what she meant.  Kumo, Jawbreaker and Druggie stood at the door.

“You look sick,”  joked Druggie, fishing through his coat for syringes.  “Taken your shots?”

Kumo strafed to our left, I backed against the wall instinctively.

Jawbreaker cracked his knuckles.

“Ryan, I’ll need you to cooperate this time,”  said Sacrifice, slowly.  “We might die if we don’t work together, as a team.”

“Yeah,” I replied, noticing something in the sky far off.

Whatever it was, it approached, fast.  I caught a glimpse of the crown as it came close to us, stopping in the air as the backdraft swept over us.

“Halt, Spies!”  said the King of Texas.  He wore royal garbs, a red cape and crown.  His boots glowed at the soles; hoverboots.  He had a beard, and most obvious of all; he had many parchments of paper on him.

Jawbreaker, Druggie and Sacrifice turned up to look at him.  We were in the worst situation, outnumbered and under powered.

The King slowly reached for a scroll, unravelin-

Kumo show out a web, and Sacrifice pulled my arm away from him.  She ran, beckoning me to follow.

I turned tail and ran for the city as the King of Texas fought with the Hunting Party.


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Posted: 08/01/2014 in Wall
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Sacrifice sat there, slowly cutting a fried egg with her knife and fork, humming away like nothing happened.  Her feet swung childishly and she bobbed hear head from side to side, the bull mask sitting on the table next to her place, facing me.

Mocking me.

I had no real will to pay attention to her.  I fiddled with my food slightly, feeling unable to eat.

“You haven’t touched your food,”  said Sacrifice, pointing at me with a knife.

Don’t treat this like it’s normal.

“Eat. I’ll take a thumb if you don’t.”

I reluctantly took a mouthful of fried egg and bacon.  It tasted nice, but I couldn’t really eat.

“So Ryan,”  she began, “Use your powers to find your previous spaces.  Both of them.”

I concentrated on my spaces, swallowing the food in my mouth.  I could feel the hallway where Truama and Bloodwitch betrayed us an-

That wasn’t right.

“You noticed, didn’t you?”

The space I made outside this room was above us.  This is the highest we’ve been.  Why is the space I created above me?

“These rooms shift. Taker is trying to delay us,”  said Sacrifice, standing up.  She grabbed a knife and cut her other wrist open, letting blood drip all over herself.

“I’m not letting him.”

She covered her whole arm in blood, and told me to stand back.  A single, reeling punch broke the floor, creating a visible crater.  She grunted with every strike, widening and making a larger crater.  After several more punches, a lout grinding sound permeated the room.

She broke through into the maintenance rooms of the wall.

Sacrifice gestured me over and I obeyed, the throbbing pain in my hand still reminding me of why.

“It’s dark, and you can see all the little wheels and gears,”  she said, peering in.  “Odd for it to be so chaotic.”

I didn’t say anything, rubbing my right hand.  The hand without a ring finger.

Sacrifice turned to me, her mood changed from curiosity to mild annoyance.  “You can speak right now.”

“I-I don’t feel like it,”  I stammered.  “I don’t have anything to say, I think.”

She turned to me and took several strides.  I moved back, tripping and falling down as she drew nearer.

“No, wait,”  I said, backing up still.  “I didn’t mean it like that, honest!”

She smiled as I scrambled backwards on all fours, still looking at her as I reached the wall at the other end of the kitchen.

“I see,”  she said, her grin widening.  “Are you scared, my golden goose?”

I was terrified of her.


She charged, grabbing my leg and pulling me towards her, her expression changed to almost anger.  I closed my eyes and covered my head on instinct, whimpering slightly.  After a few seconds of nothing, I relaxed and looked at Sacrifice.  She was standing over me, looking at where I was.  I looked up.  Bloodwitch was there, a spear of congealed blood piercing the ground where I was a few moments before.

Sacrifice just saved my life.

“Ryan, corner, now,”  Sacrifice barked.  I scrambled away from underneath her, panicked.

The kitchen was thankfully large enough to accommodate my aura and allow others to freely walk about, for the most part.

“Another work in progress?”  asked Bloodwitch, glancing at me.  Her red scarf draped over her body and her red garments were loose-fitting.  From what I read, she dies her clothes in her own blood and her hair was altered when she got her powers.

“I’m not interested in that, he’s just helping me,”  replied Sacrifice, backing up a step.

“Really? I see differently, considering he’s missing that finger,”  mocked Bloodwitch, a spike of blood shooting from her eft wrist.  “You have the most disgusting hobbies, Sac.”

Sacrifice took a single leap, twisting to avoid Bloodwitch’s spike as she thrust it out.  Bloodwitch reeled her right hand and swung for a jab, blood reinforcing it.  Sacrifice was quicker.  She caught Bloodwitch’s leg with her own and wrapped her arm around her neck, quickly pulling her to the floor in a single movement.  Bloodwitch countered by forming a blade at her foot and kicking, cutting into Sacrifice’s hip.

“You still make that mistake,”  laughed Sacrifice as blood dripped down her leg.  She reeled in for a kick with her newly empowered leg and fell over.

Bloodwitch cut her other foot off, throwing Sacrifice off balance.

“I figured I could just cut you up,”  said Bloodwitch, climbing to her feet.  She began limping to the kitchen table.  “I mean, If I just take your limbs I could give you to father without a sing-”

“What!?”  yelled Sacrifice, rolling to her knees.

I was terrified.  I was going to die.  She tried to kill me.

“Father, you know him!  He’s great and I missed him,”  replied Bloodwitch, cheerful.

Taker was Bloodwitch’s father?

“That bastard,”  said Sacrifice, visibly angry.  She was kneeling in a pool of her own blood, her wound healed.  “I’ll kill him.  I’ll kill him for this.”

“Don’t threaten father,”  shot Bloodwitch, stern.  Sacrifice motioned to grab her dismembered foot.  She got a kick to the face for her efforts.

“He’s always been there, he’s be-”

“He’s a fucking lie, you stupid moron,”  interrupted Sacrifice.  Another kick, this time to her abdomen.

Bloodwitch kicked her one more, harder.  “Shut up.”

She turned to me.

“I’m guessing five meters, right?”  She was forming a long, hard spear with her own blood.  She reeled her hand back an-


I heard a blood curdling scream.  Crack.  More screaming, and blood.  I could barely see anything, she was behind the counter when she fell.  Crack. Crunch.  I felt sick hearing it.  The screaming finally stopped with a loud pop.

“Wha-”  I muttered to myself.  I was shaking violently.

Sacrifice slowly got up, and limped over to me, her foot reattached with Bloodwitch’s scarf.

“Get up,”  she said, before shouting.  “Get up!”

I scrambled to my feet.

“Stay a good distance from me from now on,”  Sacrifice ordered.  “You know very well what will happen otherwise.”

I wanted to ask about Bloodwitch, but I got my answer when I left the room, glancing back.

Sacrifice showed no pity to friend or foe.  Bloodwitch was dead.


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Posted: 08/01/2014 in Wall
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“I don’t care,”  I said, still crying.  “I don’t care anymore.”

She promised to let me get what I wanted for so long, and I turned it down.

Sacrifice sighed, waiting.

It was over an hour before I finally calmed down.

I sat up straight, wiping the tears of my face.

“Can we talk?”  asked Sacrifice, surprisingly patient.

I paused for a few seconds, gathering all my might.


She got up.  “Let’s go where there is light.  Make more of your space while you are at it,”  she said, picking my up by the hand.

I did so, and we walked until we reached a small room in a side hall.

“It’s just us, right now.  You should know that,”  said Sacrifice, sitting on a chair.  I sat on the one next to her and rested myself on the desk.  “Taker is trying to kill me and you both, or capture me and kill you or the reverse or anything in between and all alternatives.  Your best bet is to kill him.”

“Why?”  I asked, tired.

“Because of his powers.  He claims he can ‘take away’ things, but his power is entirely mental.  He has full mental manipulation of anyone he touches,”  she explained carefully.  “He brainwashes people.  He brainwashed you-”

I interrupted her.  “You did that.  You were still pretending to be buddy-buddy and you let it happen to her.  Don’t try and hide your own faults.”

She paused, not taken aback but more irritated I called her out.

“Fine. I approved of brainwashing Trau-”

“Ellen,”  I snapped.

“Ellen.  I allowed that to happen.  I didn’t allow him to brainwash the other girl and all of my subordinates.”

“…Why hasn’t he done it to you?”

She smiled a little.  “Blood runs through my entire body, making it impossible to mess with my mind because of it empowering me.  If he wanted to, I would probably be running around at his beck and call in a cute little dress or something.”

She didn’t laugh.  It wasn’t the time for jokes.  Not with her, out of all people.

“He wants to be king.”

That got my attention.  King?


“Yes.  He wants to become a king.  He’s going to try and become one.  He knows how.”

“How does he know?”

“I-”  she began, looking away.  “I did what I did out of research.  I wanted to know more abut powers, powers of all kinds.  Texas had great scientists and inventor type supers before it got borders, and I was trying to ge-”

“Not answering, Sacrifice,”  I interrupted again.  “How does he know?”

“I know about the Kingmaker.  I know a lot more than others do.”

“There were unwritten rules about Kingmaker, I think,”  I shot back.  “You really are evil, hiding that from everyone.”

Sacrifice got up.

“No point crying over spilt milk,”  she said.

We wandered about some more, the tunnels and rooms chaotic.

“Where are we going, anyway?”  I asked, breaking the silence.


“You think we can get to the top?”

“Yeah.  The problem is Bloodwitch and Trauma.”

“I can ta-”

“You can’t.  Trauma will trick you and Bloodwitch is still good at hand to hand combat.”

I smirked.  “You think I didn’t practice hand to hand combat?”

“I know you didn’t practice enough,”  she said, opening another door.  “Years as a low level thug and then member of one of the most wanted super criminal groups in America verses a few months training?  You’d lose easily.”

Not the confidence boost I needed.

“Just make a space around her, you know her powers and she wasn’t hiding any secrets.”  The room was empty.  We walked to the next one.

“What if I don’t?”  I asked.  The room door was locked, Sacrifice barging it down after a pause.  A kitchen, this time.

“You still think you can take Bloodwitch yourself?”

“No, I’m saying I could let you two kill yourselves and run for it with Ellen.”

Sacrifice laughed, opening a fridge door.  “She’ll still be brainwashed,”  she said, taking out what foods she could find.  “You’ll never get the old her back, powers or not.”

“Y-You don’t know that,”  I stammered, distracted.  “Why are you taking out food?”

“I’m hungry,”  she replied.

I groaned internally.  I was hungry too, now that I got reminded, but this wasn’t the place or time for cooking, or anything.  I created a new space, filling the hallway outside, and some rooms too.

She picked out an egg, covered in blood as she stained everything.  I quickly grabbed her wrist as she motioned to crack it over a frying pan.

“You’ll con-”

I was interrupted as she smacked the head off the counter next to me in a single, swift motion.  I let go and grabbed my temples, stunned.  Sacrifice quickly turned and kicked me down, forcing me to skid across the room.  I opened my eyes and she lay on top of me yet again, with a knife taken from a rack nearby, pressed lightly against my neck.

“Don’t get cocky,”  she said.  “Bloodwitch is just worse than I am, and by that I mean she wouldn’t fall flat on her ass if I ever did this.”

I could feel the venom drip as she spoke.  The knife blade tickled.

“I want you to apologize.”

This again.  I hated this.

“I’m sorry,”  I said, quietly.

“For what?”  she responded, moving the knife slightly in her hand.

“I’m sorry for thinking I could fight Bloodwitch,”  I said.  It wasn’t good enough.  She picked me up with simple leverage and threw me onto one of the counters.

“Wait, I apologized!”  I said, panicked this time.  She shook me and slammed me down on the counter.

“There is more you have t apologize for!”  she screamed into my face.

“Like wh-”

“Think!”  Another slam.

“I’m not sure! I don’t know!”

She grabbed my hand and slammed it down, I looked up and saw where it rested.  She pinned my hand against a chopping board, holding me by the wrist.

“Think! I’ll fucking cut one off!”  she was angry.  Very, very angry.

I gave in.  This weak rebellion, this feigned, childish yet justified tantrum against her.  Sacrifice won.  I thought about the last time she scolded me.  When I supported Merly in her fight with him.

“I’m sorry for talking about subverting you!”  I shouted back, tears welling up.

She cut off my ring finger anyway.  Pain shot through my hand as I reached to grab it.

“Touch it and I’ll cut the other off,”  she snarled.  “Last one.  Don’t use your powers when I don’t say so.”

I put my hand back down, crying in pain.  No use losing two fingers.

“I-”  I began, pausing for a split second.  “I’m also sorry for using my powers with out your permission.”

“Good,”  she said, calmer.  She scraped my finger away and let go of my hand, shoving me off the counter and letting me roll to the floor.  Blood gushed out my hand as I held it, on my knees.

“One last thing,”  she smiled, holding my finger in the air.

“Please,”  I begged,  “Not that.  Plea-”

She swallowed it hole, one gulp.  I saw it go down her throat as she swallowed it.

“I’ll eat a finger each tome you do anything I don’t approve of,”  she lectured, opening a drawer and closing it.  “I was being nice this time, but I’ll be choosing the important ones from now on.”

She found a first aid kit.  She ripped it open, taking bandages, wipes and scissors.

“I’ll take your thumbs, and then your index fingers.  Then I’ll work on the rest,”  she said, grabbing my and and slowly putting my middle finger from my wounded hand in her mouth.  She made a small biting feeling, and I nearly pulled my hand away before I realized she wasn’t actually biting it off.

She slowly pulled it out of her mouth, giggling at me as I looked on in pain and horror.

“Then I’ll work my way down to the toes,”  she said, licking the blood off my hand.  She started wrapping my hand up, to stop the bleeding.

“You’ll lose your ability to walk, not having your big toes.  You’ll also be unable to pick stuff up.”

She finished bandaging my hand.  She pulled me to my feet, grabbing my face and pulling it to hers as she looked down on me.  I slightly pulled back at this sudden close contact as she still wore the bullmaskshe made.

“And if you still disobey, I have no qualms eating the two parts that don’t have bones in them.  Take a guess which one goes first.”

She let me go, walking away as I grabbed the counter and screamed in pain again at the sudden movement of my mutilated hand.

“Don’t speak unless I speak to you, don’t use your powers, don’t even fucking breathe without my say so, or I eat another, got it?”

“Yes,”  I murmured.

She put the knife on the knife rack, twirling the scissors in her other hand.

“‘Yes’ what?”

“Yes, Sacrifice.”

“Better,”  she said, turning to face me.  I looked away, at the floor.  My blood was everywhere, again.

“Stand still,”  she barked at me.  I did as she told, no other choice.

She moved behind me, and I heard the sounds of cutting and tugging at my clothes.  I almost asked what she was doing, but relented.

She stopped after four minutes.

“There,”  she said, happier than usual.  “No pockets.  Can’t hide stuff with them, can you?”

I guessed it was rhetorical.

“Rhetorical question, kiddo.”

I was right.

She turned back to the food and began cooking, after cleaning her hands this time using sanitary wipes from the first aid kit and the sink.  I broke down crying again, the second time in a day.  She won again.


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Posted: 07/31/2014 in Wall
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The drive was calmer than it should have been.  We were merely catching up with Taker’s group, driving by farms and empty streets.  I had the displeasure of seeing Sacrifice make a new mask out of a cow, tearing it apart with her bare hands and covering herself in the blood.

I also had the displeasure of throwing up at the smell.  She reeked of death.

The van stopped.  We got out, Sacrifice almost dragging me.  I’m glad my legs work again, she’d probably have done so anyway.

“We’re here,”  said Bloodwitch, looking up.

There was a massive, giant wall in our way.  There was also a message written in blood.


YOURS TRULY,               




Sacrifice sighed, pulling me back into the van.

We drove to the tunnel door in relative silence.  I had nobody to talk to apart from Ellen, and she only responded to members of the Hunting Party, for the most part.

We got out again, seeing the second van and the door, wide open.

“Trauma, check it,”  Ordered Sacrifice, pulling on me again.

She looked inside, felt around the door and turned around.

“Not many lights, boss.  It’s also a maze in there,”  she said, taking a step back.

“I see.  We should find a way through it,”  said Sacrifice.  “We’ll split up if we can’t find an exit.”

“We will go first,”  said Ellen, taking Bloodwitch by the hand.  She pulled her in, closing the door.

Sacrifice flinched.

“Ryan, tell me what you notice about this situation here,”  she said slowly.

“I’m being dragged around by a naked chick old enough to be my mother?”  I blurted out.

“Not that.  We got a message from taker, right?”

“Yeah, so?”  I looked at her and saw that she was clearly stressed.  The pressure of Taker’s betrayal has wormed its way into her.

“Why didn’t we get one here?”

She’s overthinking it.  “You’re overthinking it.”

I pulled her into the darkness of the wall, and turned to foll-

Sacrifice tugged back and pointed at one of the walls:





I swallowed deeply, terrified.  Sacrifice was right.  Something was up.  She gave me a knowing look, glancing at the pair up ahead.

She began to speak.  “We sho-”

“Hurry up,”  shouted Trauma, interrupting her.  “We’ll lose sight of you two at this rate!”




The walk was tense.  We took turns, walked up and down stairs and entered several dead ends.  The sounds were mainly of our footsteps and the hum of lightbulbs.

Sacrifice provoked a mix between hate and fear.  I was scared because she had more experience than I did in everything, and she acted overtly like a predator.  She does horrible things casually, and she acts like she could kill me at any time.  I hated her for what she did, and I’m scared of her for what she might do.

This situation however, was different.  I was as scared as she was stressed; playing along when we both knew they’d kill her.  She also knew I’d never help her, even if she begged.

If I was a hostage out of the necessity of Sacrifice’s plans, then she was a hostage out Taker’s.  We were enemies in an inescapable trap.

“Hey Ryan,”  said Trauma, glancing back.


“I was wondering about that time a few years ago,”  she said.  Another left turn.

“What about it?”  I said.  Sacrifice tapped my arm.  Stress.

“Well,”  she began.  “You still like me, right?  Isn’t that why you ran away from Maxine and Derek?”

More taps, harder.


“You ran, didn’t you,”  she sounded cross as she said it.  “You really shouldn’t abandon your friends.”

“Look, I could help,”  I explained, weakly.  “I can make spaces where yo-”

“At what cost?  That chick who followed you might die.  I bet that it was her blood that was used to write those messages.”

She admitted it.

“What do you mean, ‘messages’?  Was th-”

“It isn’t exactly like that!”  yelled Sacrifice with anger, interrupting me.

“Looks like you figured out, Ryan,”  said Trauma, turning around with a massive grin.

“Your powers, right?”

“No, I am her power. I’m that little voice that says ‘go on, do it’ over and over and over and over! And I never lie! It’s so great!”  she giggled.

Sacrifice charged as Bloodwitch took several steps forwards.

“Don’t listen to it! Ryan, stop her!”

I felt for my baton.

“Ryan, your powers don’t work properly,”  she said, taking a step away as Bloodwitch threw up a wall of blood.  Sacrifice punched it with all her might, creating a shockwave that knocked Bloodwitch over and down the hall.  Trauma ran down a side entrance.

“Maybe I’ll have a nice long conversation with Mom!  She’ll be glad to see me again!”  she laughed, growing fainter.

Sacrifice charged at Bloodwitch again, punching into the floor as she rolled away.  The lights went out.

Sacrifice yelled in the dark.  “Ryan, you know how to use your ac-”

“Yes!”  I interrupted.

I made a space, and began to envelop the hallway with ‘normalcy’.

The darkness was terrifying.  I spread it out more, filling wherever I could.  I could only picture a general shape, unable to picture who occupied it.

“Ryan?”  asked Sacrifice.

“I’m covering the who-”

“She’s gone,”  she interrupted me.  “They’ll attack us later.”

I fell to my knees.  I couldn’t bear it.  Ellen betrayed me again.  She tried to kill me.

“Fuck!”  I yelled, a futile gesture.  Tears welled up and ran down my face.  “This is all your fault.  I’m blaming you.”

Sacrifice didn’t react.  She got closer, as far as I could hear.

“Ryan,”  she began, slowly, calmly.  “We’ll die if we don’t put in our effort.”

“I don’t care anymore!  She was a friend and you bastards did that thing to her and changed her and she was taken away and she tried to kill me!”  I couldn’t hold it in anymore.  It hurt, everything about this hurt.  “Why would you do that to us!  We were just kids!”

I knew Sacrifice would give no sympathy.  Her reply was just as I expected from her.

“We didn’t do it to kids before.  I would have been interesting to see your development.”

Rage built up again.

“That’s why!?  To see what happens!?  Curiosity!?”  A lump in my throat formed.

“Yes,”  she replied with ice.  “It was exactly like that.”

She sat down.

“I think I should explain what Taker is trying to do.  What I was trying to do.”

“I’ll kill you,”  I muttered, under my breath.  “‘I’ll fucking kill you.”

“Help me and I’ll offer myself up on a silver platter,”  she said.  “I’ll let you kill me.”


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