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Sua didn't exactly know why she deserved this, nor why this was destined to happen to her. At least she was glad that it wasn't Hee-Ah that got struck by that falling glass…
. . .
She could only remember one thing — she was strolling around the busy streets of the city, with her dear sister keeping her tongue busy with the constant blabbering of the two.
"Sua,'' Hee-Ah sucked the air in before letting it out, a long and disappointed sigh. "I can't believe my little 'sis will be moving to college in less than a semester. It wasn't long ago that I was parading you around like we owned the malls.''
Sua chuckled before bumping her hips onto her sister softly. ''You and Mom spoiled me rotten. Although I do believe that our sneaks in the mall were pretty fun,'' she said.
As their conversation withered once again, the younger sibling was left to think momentarily.
What's life going to be now? Am I going to adapt to the new environment? New friends? New curriculum and new chronogram?
For her paranoid mind, these were questions that hammered daily. It wasn't like she felt like she was going to struggle; she was an extremely capable student, an academic weapon even. Neither she believed she would feel lonely; after all, Sua's looks always gathered attention, and even if she was a bit shy, she never had problems making friends… Even if they were a little fake sometimes.
But still, something tugged on her stomach. It was a new step toward independence, without her mother, Nigeh, pestering her ear about everything. Sua will be able to dress how she wants, to leave her house, and to party like she saw in the movies.
She was going to be free from her mother's suffocating gaze.
That was the plan, at least.
Before Sua could even complain at the shouting so early in the morning, the scream, or screams, coming from above only grew in its rude, no, harsh tone.
The girl could only stick her eyes up as something severed the connection of her head to her collarbone harshly. It felt like it was burning; it felt like it was burning badly.
Sua heard the faint sound of a thud. Her hair annoyingly covered her eyes as the feeling of dread flooding her senses shouted at her mind that something was terribly wrong.
Even so, she could hear a distant scream of a woman… The desperate and uneven breathing signaled to Sua that this woman was her older sister, Hee-Ah always became desperate in alarming situations.
What's she even freaking out about?
Sua thought, although it was quickly shattered as Sua felt numbness, confusion, cold, and out of breath, all at once. It all crashed down on Sua in one second.
She was decapitated, which is why she didn't feel her body as fully, why she felt so light, and why her long hair, which she had worked so hard to maintain over the previous few months, suddenly felt abnormally short.
Why am I still conscious? Why am I cursed to watch my sister crying and shouting my name? I don't feel like I'm breathing, yet everything seems perfectly fine apart from the weird numbness and emptiness.
The younger sister tried to speak, to let a word of reassurance to her sister slip from her still-intact tongue. But only noises that can be compared to gargling came from her mouth.
After all, her vocal cords must have been destroyed on impact.
Then she felt it, an itch, like her body was begging to be reconnected… reintroduced to the separated neck like two friends who haven't met in a millennium.
It was extremely confusing; her brain couldn't make out what she was controlling. It felt like she was moving her arm but at the same time convulsing her leg. Sua's irises bobbed left and right wildly; trying to find a gap in her trashed hair covering her eyes, she needed to see her body; it was the only way to make sense of her movement.
It helped her when Hee-Ah came crawling and sobbing to her severed head, grabbing and bringing her close to her own head. It was overly dramatic and unhygienic, as a psychopath would say, but it helped Sua get a clear vision of her own body lying on the ground.
It was like trying to move her body after chugging countless bottles of alcohol on her stomach, not like Sua ever drank. Her fingers moved magically; it seemed like she didn't even need her nervous system or blood together to be able to control them.
This feels weird and absurd.
It was all Sua could muster in her mind before driving her total attention to the effort of bringing her body closer. The itch, the carnal desire for the reconnection of her not-so limp body to her head, made Sua think of the possibility of her being the patient zero of the so-feared zombie apocalypse.
Inching closer, Sua could even stick her arm out to reach her head, currently being clasped by her melancholic sister. Her mind begged to relieve that itch.
Upon opening her eyes, the older sister was presented with an almost heart-stopping sight: the beheaded corpse of her younger sister crawling toward her — no, the head she was holding. The haunting image made Hee-Ah drop her poor sister's head.
. . .
In a remote area on the perimeter of the city, a mom and her daughter drank coffee.
The mom sat elegantly while the daughter simply scrolled on her phone without much care about the world.
The matriarch directed her gentle gaze to her daughter, the same daughter that carried her long, lustrous pink hair that flowed until her back and the admired peridot eyes that are carried by generations in their family.
''Mizi, my dear,'' she cleared her throat louder than she needed. ''Remind me to never let you brew my coffee again? The amount of sugar you added to it is… unfit.''
The daughter, Mizi, pretended mock offense, shooting her hand to her chest dramatically. ''It isn't my fault that you're an oldie, Mom!''
They both chuckled as they set their pristine cups onto the table, a loud banging coming from the massive wooden door residing in the room.
The two women twisted their heads to the door, slightly bewildered by the urgency of the knocks. The mother rose from her seat as she adjusted her glamorous dress.
She took slow and deliberate steps toward the all-too-intimidating door, even for the owner of the property.
As the older lady opened the door, she was greeted by a boy of around her daughter's age. His grayish signature hair immediately pictured the name of the individual on her mind.
''Till?'' she said.
The boy straightened his posture, bowing as a flush started painting his roughened-up features. ''M-MIss Shine!'' he stammered. "Ivan said he sensed a connection! An Oddling, one of us, ma'am!"
Shine's eyes immediately lit up as she jumped excitedly, way more than the younger ones in the room.
''What are we waiting for?! Send Isaac to create a puncture and grab her now!" she trampled over the boy and ran towards the main hall.
Till cleaned his clothes with his hands and stared at Mizi, who was approaching the door to leave.
''A-Are you going too, Mizi…?'' he asked, curious.
''Yes, now that you've bashed in with the news, I've started feeling the connection too.'' she answered, turning her head away from him and marching towards the same spot they were gathering.
Shine approached a man with a terribly ugly scar stretching from side to side vertically on his face. He was holding a needle and using the GPS of his phone to localize a spot. It was near a skyscraper being constructed, far enough from their position to take almost half an hour to arrive.
But that didn't seem to bother any of those situated in the room. A black-haired boy with a unique set of dark irises and red pupils approached the scarred man.
''Isaac, we'll go in, grab the person, and storm out, okay?'' said the man.
''You really make it sound like kidnapping…'' Mizi spoke.
Isaac turned his gaze to the girl for a brief moment before looking back at his phone. ''Because it is kidnapping, we kidnapped almost everyone in this mansion.''
Suddenly, he aims his needle afront, into nothingness, before driving a stab into it.
It bends the surrounding air like cloth.
As he does, he drives his wrist lower, dragging the needle along, the puncture expanding into a ripple of tears into the air.
When finished, the black-haired boy suddenly reached his hands to part the tear even more, wide enough for a person to enter and leave.
. . .
It hasn't been one of the best experiences for Sua. She pressed her head against her separated neck fiercely, feeling tingles as miraculously nerves reconnected, skin rejoiced, and blood & oxygen started to flow to her head once again.
It was a relief; her sister surprisingly didn't faint… Yet, but she seemed utterly shocked to even say a syllable.
Sua gasped for the air she didn't need as she felt her body stabilize.
She looked around, noticing the state she was in. Her body and clothes still drenched in blood, the sidewalk was plastered with shattered glass, and a multitude of individuals surrounded the spot they were in.
The younger sibling found it hard to even open her mouth.
What could I say? That I'm a Frankenstein creep who can just stitch my body parts back together? I don't even know if I'm truly alive.
That situation was way too much for a simple high school senior to swallow.
And to make matters worse, a sudden cold breeze hit her back. Ok, now her sister fainted.
Sua was still recovering and trying to understand why her sister just blacked out in front of her when she seemed to be gulping the shock in her heart when a cold breeze blew on her back. An uncomfortable weight settled on her shoulder and waist.
Before Sua could even react, she was pulled inside something by something she was unknowing of.