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Scythe was having a really bad day, and the stick in her hand just made it the worst one she believed she would ever experience.
She had overslept that morning and was late for her meeting with the Father. After getting scolded by him and having a conversation about her next target, she had her hat stolen by the Broker and had to chase her around for half an hour to get it back. After going back to her quarters in the church, her plans for resting were ruined by a wave of nausea. Scythe ran to the bathroom and clung to her toilet for dear life.
That wave of nausea scared the Inpherno’s most wanted enough to make her buy a pregnancy test while she was in crossroads later that day on a mission. Scythe had noticed that she had not gotten her period that month, but originally paid no mind to it. She just assumed she skipped a month, but after throwing up what felt like half her stomach and that night with—NO, she refused to think about them ever again. Father Overseer had forbidden the Church members from interacting with the Redcliff Wranglers, if he knew what she did Scythe would surely be kicked out of the Church and mocked.
It was now 9:40 and Scythe was sitting on her bathroom floor, trying not to freak out. She had taken the test and her worst fear had come true. Two red lines appeared on the stick, which according to the box meant she was pregnant. Tears had begun to form in her eyes, the same ones that used to look death in the face and scoff couldn’t even handle the sight of a stick. “What am I going to do?” the criminal thought to herself. In a few months what Scythe did would be visible and everyone in the Church would know and she would be shamed. Scythe couldn’t have a baby, she was a wanted criminal who was constantly being hunted down and couldn’t risk having a pregnancy prevent her from constantly moving from place to place. She thought “maybe I could get an abortion?” but that wouldn’t work. Scythe would need to have an ID on her and approval from a licensed doctor, she kept no forms of identification on her so she couldn’t be traced and the only doctor who she could trust to keep her secret had his licenses revoked after becoming a wanted criminal in Blackrock.
As the Rattlesnake sat on her floor she thought about the night that led to this.
She was dancing with a familiar face she was forbidden from ever loving again, but the both of them were too drunk to care about that and just wanted to have some fun. Eventually, the dancing led to flirting, and the flirting led to kissing, and the kissing led to you know what.
After snapping back to reality Scythe understood what she needed to do. She stood up and put the positive pregnancy test on her sink counter. Scythe then wiped her tears, marched toward her bedroom, and grabbed an old crossbody bag from her closet. She began to fill her bag with any essential items she would need to take with her, such as bux, ammo, pain medication that she stole from Medkit, some snacks from her fridge, and a small sewing kit. After she was done packing she grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a few words on it, Scythe then placed the note and her hat on her nightstand. She was leaving late at night when nobody would see her, and just wanted to say goodbye to her stupid subordinates that she would miss dearly. Despite how much Scythe loved to mess with the Doctor and the Broker, she cared for them and would miss them dearly. As Scythe walked towards her door with her bag packed she said only one thing to herself, “Ya made your bed, now ya got to lie in it”.
The next morning
It felt wrong to go snooping around his boss’s room, but Medkit nor the Broker had seen Scythe this morning and were getting curious as to where she had gone. When he and the Broker made it to Scythe’s living quarters, they noticed the door was unlocked and decided to look for her or any signs of where she may have gone in the area. That is when they found the note.
Dear Broker and Doctor,
I’m sorry for leaving. Please don’t lose your heads now that I’m no longer around to lead you two. I’ll miss you idiots.
Sincerely,
The Inpherno’s most wanted
Ps: I hope you like my hat Broker, it’s yours now
Once the Medkit had finished reading the note he turned to Broker, and despite all the questions going through his mind, said “We should continue searching this place for any clues on where Scythe is”. The Broker nodded towards Medkit, more focused on the hat in his hands. She used to always want this hat and tried to steal it, but now it felt heavy in Brokers hands as the affection she had for it faded.