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Monica looked out the windows of Eden's ship. Would it be easier, to simply exit via airlock, and float away? Would anybody notice, would anybody go to her mother and say, "It's such a tragic loss! oh your poor daughter, we'll keep her in our thoughts!" Monica giggled to herself, they wouldn't say such a thing… not if she died this way. Monica, The Butcher of Eden, The child of the cult.
She sighed, she didn't want to be like this. What 'This' was, wasn't really clear to her. She didn't like her name, she didn't like her long hair tied back, she didn't like anything about her. Eden wasn't a place where you could change, the elder's would kill you before you even tried. Monica knew that very well, her own mother father had her his life taken by Eden the second he told anybody…
Monica knew the very same would happen if she tried the same as him… It wasn't like she had any friends like he did in the first place. Monica exhaled as she looked over the book in her hands. 'A book of baby names' The only book of it's kind certified in Eden.
As her eyes spilled over the page, she sighed letting go of the pain that wracked her mind of how she would leave. That was a future… not Monica problem. For now… this was a secret just for him her.
Peering through the list of names… none quite seemed to fit.
Serah,
Sean,
Skylar,
Sillas,
All names seemed the same in Monica's mind. Nothing quite right, while he she liked the sound of Sillas it wasn't correct. Not untill-
Simon.
Simon…
The name felt like cool water washing over her his skin. Simon. A strong name, a name her? His mother had approved of in the past. Through why did he care about her opinion?
It wasn't like she was going to react well to this at all… It wasn't like he was going to tell her anyways. Monica Simon exhaled. He needed to check up on what the others were doing. After that she would eat and start working on a plan.
Simon exhaled, Monica was dead to him. A name not his, but one he would have a masquerade under. She He exhaled and decided to just bite the bullet and go.
The long walkways of Eden seemed to go on forever, as Simon rushed through them. After what felt like hours, Mon- Simon came to the interior garden, where the members of the cult Judas's Whisper were gathered. Whispers passed through the group as Simon went to stand behind his mother.
"Ah Monica! How lovely to see you here! For once I don't have to drag you to a meeting!" Monica's Simon's mother laughed, half joking, half serious. Simon laughed dryly, trying to mask the sadness bubbling underneath his skin.
He wanted to tell her so badly that: that girl was dead, he killed her mere minutes ago. Monica was gone and wouldn't be back, he killer… Her Butcher, Simon was here to stay, and by god that boy was never leaving.
The crackle of the Father's microphone made Simon shudder, as it dragged both of their attentions to the man up on the stage. "May this meeting on the age of our lord come to guide us all to the eternal place of heaven-"
Monica Simon tuned most of what he said out, well most until the very end. "We shall burn the unholy- unlawful Filament station to the ground! Tomorrow we leave at dusk!"
There it was.
A chance.
Even one laced with tragedy, Simon would accept it.
Monica would die there, laced in the warmth of fire.
Where then from her ashes Simon would sprout.
Simon exhaled. He didn't want to burn down Filament station though, maybe just escape durring the chaos. Maybe he could still stop them, while making it look like he died in the accident.
Simon smiled to himself, maybe it was time for a changeover between ships.