The mere utterance of those syllables were enough to exacerbate her alarm. “Police? Non—they cannot know. They are linked to them,” Fleurette shot back relentlessly; eyes that could not see vacant to a face so aghast by the situation. She initially flinched at the prospect of touch; though the sincerity it was governed by elicited a more calm response from the (now) former experiment. “The—the government, monsieur! That is who. They will take me back to that H-Hell on Earth if they find me.”
Fear was the foundation of all things; and the strange albino was wholly governed by it at this time.
She was shivering and not making sense and Kyce knew he needed to let her inside. The Madame would be out for the weekend with her new boyfriend who seemed to have already moved in despite Kyce never recalling hauling up any of the man’s things. In any case, the penthouse was empty. Maybe the comforts would ease her mind. Besides that, Jakes was probably back in town, which meant it was no place for a lady.
“Come with me. I’ll keep you out of trouble, okay? Come inside.” He shed his doorman’s jacket and placed it around her shoulders, then opened the looming glass door, exposing the warmth and golden light that awaited her.
She could hardly place coherence through the panic and guilt associated with the sanguine. It smeared her skin, exacerbated by the weather which would have presumably helped—as a mild spit of rain would have cleansed. But it did not, and the suddenly former-experiment was left to panic; flinching at the voice.
Blind eyes followed its source. “Monsieur!” she exclaimed. “Please, monsieur, would there be anywhere quiet around here? Just somewhere to hide ‘till they—’till they cannot find me.”
Kyce followed the girl’s voice and she nearly ran into him, her voice crazed and blubbering in a French accent? French. Attractive–okay that was bad. Probably shouldn’t be secretly hitting on a girl who was distressed and running from people. Then again, he was working for a gorgon who threatened his life so it wasn’t exactly far fetched in the crazy that was his psyche and his life in general.
"Well come out of this rain, ma'am.“ He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and nudged her in the direction of the apartment. "Who are you running from? Do you need me to call the police?"
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?"
