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Calm.
Silent.
Pulsating.
Bright forks of lightning shot out of him, sharp and threatening. Dangerous.
A single step echoed through the warehouse as it fell into darkness.
He could hear sobs threatening to escape, breathing watery and uneven. Gentle tapping of Morse code on a concrete surface, only to be cut off by another step, louder. It was followed by another.
And another.
And another.
And–
A single word echoed in his mind, bitter and uninviting. Spoken with malice and hatred even he couldn’t muster up. Their betrayed looks, their blank stares.
Traitor.
Traitor.
Traitor.
He was a traitor – the traitor.
Static filled the air; people flinched whenever they touched the metal of their pens, the chair legs, the door handle. He remembers Lichtenberg figures covering his torso, his arms, and his thighs.
Worried glances were shot at him, bright smiles accompanied his day. Lessons were calming, inside jokes were shared. And there was love – so much love.
For him.
For her.
For them.
Forks shot out of him as an anguished scream tore through the silence.
And then there was silence once more.
And blood.
And ashes.
Then, nothing.