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She is running.
She is chasing. Chasing to kill? Or just to chase?
She wants to kill. But she also doesn’t want to stop chasing.
She isn’t human anymore. Was she ever? The human she was wasn’t her. It was simply a mask, slipping down slowly until it fell off. She is not Daisy. She is above Daisy. Her ears pound with the sound of blood.
She is perfect now. She doesn’t know why she ever resisted this.
What is she chasing? Hmm. That is a question. It doesn’t matter. She is chasing, and she is free.
She wants the rush of smelling spilled blood. The feeling of tearing something apart. They will die to her hands, and come back alive for her to chase and kill chase and kill chase and kill again again again again. All for her. In honour of Daisy Tonner.
She sees a deep red string that smells of prey. She is following it. She is being led, and she is not afraid. The thrill of the hunt. The Hunt. How had she ever lived without it?
No more weapons. She doesn’t need one. She has the Hunt.
She slows. Why is she slowing? She wants to keep running. But no, there it is. A free piece of meat. Weak. It feels like cheating, to have such easy prey, but she must do this.
She grabs it, so easy, but the blood still tastes perfect.
Another slab of meat grabs it, muttering stupid things that she isn’t worried about because she is tasting blood. Metal. Liquid coin. Delicious. And then she looks around and sees —
Her
She is supposed to be with you. Why else would she know to be here? This is a test. You need to convince her to join you. You can be together. Yes. Together would be nice.
Basira. Basira Basira Basira Basira Basira Basira Basira Basira?
She is holding a gun. Silly Basira. She won’t need a gun here. Are you coming with, Basira? It will be so wonderful, Basira. Just like old times.
It’s Daisy, Basira. Don’t you recognize me?
She is pointing the gun. She is sad. Don’t be sad, Basira. This is all worth it. They don’t deserve you. You don’t need them.
Crack
Daisy hadn’t realised how foggy her vision was until the sound of the gunshot allows her to see everything. All the colours. They’re so pretty. She’d never really stopped to appreciate them, had she? Daisy watches the bullet as if it’s in slow motion. It’s silver, and the sun reflects off of it. Is the sun out? Is it daytime? It’s so hard to tell. Her eyes meet Basira’s, and she smiles softly.
Promise me you’ll kill me.
Daisy remembers now.
I promise.
Basira has kept her promise.
Daisy wishes she could reach out, touch her face, thank her. But suddenly her head feels a burst of pain and then her whole body hurts and she falls and the pain oh god the pain —
In the same second she had been shot, Alice Tonner took her last breath. Basira watched her die.