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Blood, so much blood and in the middle of all the blood there was a man, a man he knew to be Veríssimo, he felt every inch the scared child that he was at that moment, his left arm was burning, agonizing in pain and he knew that he would transform, just like the others, be killed just like the others. Agonizing seconds passed, his heart beating fast, cold steps echoing through the room, blood rushing to his head, pain, everything hurts, please… please save him, the last thing he saw was Veríssimo swinging a huge knife towards his neck.
Labirinto woke up with a jump, his chest rising and falling faster than it should and his heart felt like it was stuck in his throat and his whole body was shaking. Besides him Jae slept soundly, not bothered by the sudden way Labirinto woke up, one of their arms was drapped on top of his hip, his guess is that Jae was cuddling up to him while sleeping, which usually Labirinto would find endearing but now… the smile that danced on their red lips was enough to send shivers down their spine.
The occultist put his hand on his hands… hands? He jumped back on the bed like something gave him an electric shock, hands? He shouldn't have two, no, no, no! He… he cut his left years ago, when he saw the red veins before… before Veríssimo could get to him. He lifted his hands to the level of his eyes and stared at them, they were pale, his fingers long and thin like he had been born to be a pianist, his fingernails unkept and with blood under them. Those were not his hands, he didn't have two of them.
He looked around the room, everyone was sleeping, Aguiar had his face pressed against the pillow, Henri was curled up on himself, Kemi was nowhere to be seen and Dalmo…
Nothing looked out of the ordinary, they were all tired, worn out from fighting and grieving, Dalmo's and Pomba's abssences looming over their heads like clouds during a stormy night, everything was like it always was, except him… He was wrong, his hands were too skinny, his body too tall, he had two arms!
Labirinto moved his left hand, the one that shaked the most, and touched his neck, at the same spot where it had been cut in his dream, part of him wondered if it had been a dream at all, his fingers curled around his neck, so thin… It would be easy to snap it himself, Labirinto knew how to do that, he knew how to snap necks with minimal pain… He could do it. His finger shaked as he pressed them harder, trying to cut off his air flow, he could feel the oxygen stopping in its tracks and not reaching his brain, he could feel himself going dizzy, his view going black in the corners… It was wonderful.
And then he stopped, he couldn't do it.
He thought about what would happen in the morning, Jae waking up with a dead body in their bed, Aguiar blaming himself for his death somehow, Henri going pale over it and Kemi… He wasn't sure if Kemi could take it. So he stopped, he stopped not for his sake, but for those that would be left behind.