see i was dead when i woke up this morning and i'll be dead before the day is done
Fear was the foundation of all structures: fear coined dominance, subjugation. Fear made the most powerful creatures in the world submit to the brutalities of men that claimed dominion over science. Whilst fear was feared by those subjected to experimentation, fear also instilled ignorance in those who cared not to understand. That was why Fleurette ran.
Far into the ether of a world she neither saw nor knew she ran; for survival was an innermost and utmost importance of a pounding heart and a pleading mind. She knew not where she was going; so long as it was far away from whence she came, soaked in sanguine that was not her own. Escape was a brutal thing for feeble beings and their quiet wrath.
Nothing expressed familiarity anymore. She knew not of how far she had come and how long she had been running. She simply did not know.
“S-Someone?” she panted. “A-Anyone?”
It wasn’t the snake who found the little mouse scrambling with fearful eyes, but an associate. A young man who hardly could culminate a full beard. A nervous landlord and doorman. Kyce. He sat on the curb outside of her apartment, on a street in rainy Chicago, cigarette rolling between two fingers.
The cry for help had him raise his head, smoking stick left sputtering out on the road to be washed away. He crushed it as he ran over, catching a wisp of white and the panic in her voice. “Miss?"
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