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One more down. Just another pesky survivor who dares to defy me.. yet i cant help but feel bad.
That one had a life.. but I’m sure it wasn’t a good one. Their shaky movements, their resting face, the way they had tried to get in my way… I’ll think about it later. I can’t let anybody live…
“it’s harsh, two time, knowing the one trying to kill you was the one who you once loved..”
”Maybe he might remember me.. but that’s not of importance right now. You need to get your wounds tended to.”
”ELLIOT! TWO TIME NEEDS YOUR HELP!”
A distant, far away but welcoming voice responded with a “be right there”
”Ugh.. Two time, do you regret what you did then?”
”When.. exactly?”
”That day.. you said you.. ‘gave their life to the greater good’.. do you regret that?”
”Im.. not sure what you’re talking about.. but why ask?”
”It’s.. it’s just because of him, you know? I wonder.. is there a way to reach him? I hope so..”
“Well if I were you, I’d go ask that red kid, disguised as a killer of course!”
”but.. didnt we hear from.. him that he didn’t like John Doe before.. this?”
”Oh.. Thats fair! Maybe try some other way?”
”yeah, as if I can just go up to him and ask-“
As that last line was cut short, a wall of spikes seperated two time and Jane, fortunately nobody was hurt.. but these spikes clearly belonged to one and only person: him.
So Jane doe made her way out, and two time found Elliot, getting some pizza for healing..
But the question is, who’s story do you want told and who’s story do you want to be left to rot in that hell?