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He felt her before he saw her. His ears were ringing, and he could barely open his eyes, but someone’s elbow was digging into his arm, and fingers clung to the tattered remains of his shirt, shaking him. He tried to push her off, but his wrists had gone limp, and his hands were cramped-like. Probably all crooked now.
“-i said you wer-“ her voice kept going. He knew who she was: sounded young, kinda snotty. Still didn’t have a clue what she was saying though.
Maybe it was the ringing. Or maybe he just got brain damage.
He went to kick her, but his leg barely budged. Might as well have been dead. “-Mylo! The scary man’s com-“ he was trying so hard to listen, “-otta go! Now!”
Feeling like a drunk rising for the sun (or maybe a corpse rising from his coffin- whichever worked best), Mylo finally opened his eyes.
A scared, bruised face met him back, hands shaking and covered in blue powder.