the heavy glass doors of
mering the Brooklyn pavement. Fat, icy drops of rain s
waving her arm fran
icking up waves of dirty water. Every sin
y second felt like an hour.
wet concrete. She kicked them off, grabbed them by the straps,
toward the subway st
h her thin clothes. Her lun
lit intersection, a dark shap
tinct forced her legs to stop. Her b
and ran tow
ater. He was wearing a bespoke wool suit, now ruined
, his mouth open, gasping
nees in the filthy water.
trembling fingers weakly clawed at t
. She recognized the symptoms instantly. She knew exactly what to look for.
d shook two tiny nitrogly
open, and slipped the pills under hi
suddenly convulsed. His limbs jerked violently, and
ed Charlot
on the center of his chest, locked her
compressions. One,
ing her. She gritted her teeth, push
ing glare of headli
ext to the curb. The heavy tires sent a wave of
oor was ki
pped out into the
ed, barefoot woman pressing her weight onto his grandfather
age exploded
He reached down, grabbed the collar of Charlotte's
ound. She flew backward and sla
the pavement. The skin tore open. A
pressed two fingers to the old man's neck, yelling ov
up from the puddle. She c
he sound of the rain, her voice cracki
e. They were sharp, predatory, and filled with absolute distrus
n, the old man on the ground too
a spilling from his lips. The purple hue in hi
d. The compressions ha
ed the storm. Red and blue lights flash
They pushed Daxton aside and loa
ollow them into the
metal door. He turned his hea
ked to the bone, bleeding, hold
elf off the ground, turned her back to the am
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