Syn's Questionnaire

Age: 2 days.

It is before memories word form. The two girls are held. For the first day of their life, they were shushed and cared for. Bottled milk prepared ahead of time. 

But the sounds outside were jarring. Scary. The song that filled the blue-eyed girls mind made her afraid. So, she cried. And with each cry the man who held them became less able of understanding.  Less able to act. At the end of that first day the man was slumped, his eyes staring at nothing. 

The white-eye girl didn't cry. Every time she prepared to, her senses squirmed with hearing her own voice in countless variation from moments in the future. So she stayed quiet. Murmuring, and shifting. Then there is a path. A path to quiet, and the stilling of the cascade of sounds.

The little girl. SCP 469-2 flailed her arms, as babies do. The arm found SCP 469-1. The sisters flailed, looking at each other. Then slumped, the shift in weight causing both of them to fall into the lap of the comatose man holding them. SCP 469-1 found her face pressed against the soft feathers growing out of SCP 469-2's head.

They were soft. Warm. Where they were held, their back was no longer to the cold exterior of the closet. They were fed. They were warm.

Soon the sisters were asleep. 

In a day, the room where their mother's body was found is cleared by the MTF assigned to address the [Redacted] incident.

They found the two. 

Separating SCP 469-1 from SCP 469-2 caused SCP 469-1 to start to cry, causing damage to the personnel closest to here.

So, the decision was made to contain them together. This is how One and Two found themselves able to grow up with a sister.

 

Age: 22 years

Syn looked up at the sky. It was so big. 

It has been years since she had been free. For only a moment before, but... 

She looked around at the others. 

My saviors I suppose.

2 children, and Harriet. 

She's easy to fluster. That's probably attraction. I can leverage it. Fuck I wish One were here. She would have her wrapped around her fingers already. Probably make us rich by the end of the week.

Syn let out a sigh. Does a stretch calculated to reveal a little more of her body to the person she had decided to risk her life with. 

I'll have to do my best. We're sisters after all. I'm sure I can do something. I already have an offer of housing from them. Plenty of time to ingratiate myself.

Age: 9

Two watches the screen. One sits by her side, holding her hand. Maintaining the lie that kept them together. That One can't control her power without Two.

She chats with their supervisor. 

One says A lot of things. A stream of words and conversations. Always pitched and delivered in a way to ingratiate. 

Most of the time when One does this, Two watches. Hoping that she can pick up whatever instinct it is that lets One manage their captor for them. 

But not today. Now, she needs to show her use. And in showing her use, show the use of One. 

"Her." Two says, interrupting One. One's face has a flicker of annoyance, that quickly shifts to her faux excitement. Two could feel her preparing the next manipulation. Smoothing things over. A number of words filling Two's sense of the future. 

"Also him, and him." Two finishes quickly, pointing to two more of the video screens. 

"WOW! That's amazing! You did it so fast!" One's voice is identical to Two's. But the pitch and the energy are different. Innocent. 

Two watches the micro expression on observers faces. They look like the correct ones.

"You might be able to do this for.... for all the foundation at this point!" One's voice triggers the right shifts to contemplation. Raising the value of the pair.

Keeping them safe. 

The useful anomalies are the ones that are treated with kid gloves. One just need to keep making them believe we are useful. We can't do whatever Mom did to make them do that, so we need our own strategy.

One looks at Two. 

Shit, it's my line. Fuck what do I do. Do I do innocent? What would that even?

A twitch of One's face in the right way. Two knows what to do.

"ummm... Well. Maybe. I don't know about that.... it doesn't take too long to tell if their is something weird with someone's appearance. But... The foundation is soooo big! I couldn't do all of it."

Slight twitches on One's face. 

Oh. I guess that wasn't quite it, but not horribly off.

Supervisor Gendrin smiles.

"Good work girls! We'll verify this, and have updates on what it will mean for how you will be spending your time in the next couple weeks."

"Yay! Thanks Teee.... ummmm. Thanks Supervisor Gendrin." One says. 

If I didn't know I'd think that was intentional. Fuck she is good.

Ted Gendrin smiles down at the girls, then gets out of their way. 

One starts skipping, and Two mirrors her within a heart beat. 

At the edge of the room, One hums a single note. Low. Only one person in range. Her eyes flash momentarily white.

She isn't noticed. 

Good. 

Whatever we need to burn this fucking place to the...

Age: 22
... fucking ground and get my sister out of there. 

Syn's face wears her best imitation of one of the expressions One would wear. Innocent. Benevolent.

She has no idea if this will work. She hasn't interacted much with children, and for all Hope claimed not to be, Syn couldn't help but think of her as a child. 

Sable and Hope turn to each other, speaking about some... Eddie?. 

Syn's face slips for a moment. Slight annoyance. Who that is, hasn't been explained to her and...

Syn puts her face back.

Sloppy. One would have never made that mistake. 

She would have these children be her best of friends, and ready to go to war with the foundation already.

And would have figured out what the fuck is Harriets deal. I know she likes me. She blushes, she knows I'm flirting with her. What the fuck do I do now! One made it look so easy!

Syn's eyes drift over to Harriet. Her eyes drifting over her scars. The muscles under her clothing. The strange artifact's she had. The power she had, and the earnestness in her voice when she said that Syn was one of her people. 

She felt a heat in her cheeks. She tries to ignore it and turns back to the other two. 

I really hope I don't need to get her killed to save One. I would do it. Between One and anyone in the world I would pick One. But she is nice. She did seem to genuinely want to help me. 

Syn's face slips again into a smile. 

My summoner of knights in shining armor.

Content note: Extreme violence, implication of emotional abuse of children.
note: The struck through text, such as this reflects visions seen in SCP 469-2's slight precognitive ability.

Age: 17

It took half a day for Two to guide them out.

She didn’t quite know where they were. Or how to navigate the mountainous forests they found themselves in. But they had prepared as best they could. Years of small glances at phones, stealing a look at a maps app. Finding fictional stories about wilderness survival and navigation, and doing their best to separate the story from the facts. All while keeping the foundation from finding out what they were doing.

 

In the end, the sky saved them. They had pictures of the night sky. Two used that to orient, and they walked through the night, leaving the soft screams and gunshots behind them. 

 

They found a town around sunrise. Small. They waited.

They didn’t know what time it was, or when people left for work. But the stories said that people would leave for work. Unless today was a weekend.

No. I was watching the live streams 2 days ago. It was Monday. It’s not the weekend yet.

 

Unless the computer’s clock was wrong.

Two waited, nervous. But as the sun rose in the sky the streets filled with cars, and some people walking to work.

Two and One looked at each other

 

Go time.

 

They moved together, walking along the edge of the forest. Looking for houses, and places where people would keep backup keys. This wasn’t their only option. 096 should buy them enough time that if they need to wait until night and …

“Found it.” Two mumbles.

A fake rock in a back yard, and they were in.

They didn’t take much. Clothes, a bit of meat from the freezer and about $60 cash. An obvious crime this close would make the trail too easy. Hopefully a small amount and the owner would thing they were forgetting things.

The sisters took off their uniform together. They stood naked in the bathroom. Both bracing for what was next. They looked at each other. Deciding without speaking who would go first.

It took only a few seconds. One pushed the knife to Two. One had been born into this world first, her new life will be born first as well. Two nods. She steps forward.

Near One’s shoulder. A thin line, blending with her otherwise flawless skin. Two takes a deep breath. Then she pushes the knife in. She slides it down, splitting the skin. Then a pair of tweezers. She pulls out the tracker, dropping it on the ground. For a moment she wanted to step on it. But that wasn’t the plan.

Then it was her turn.

At least the foundation had placed their trackers in the same location.

Wrapping the wounds was messy. Neither of them had any experience at this. They struggled. But they managed to block the bleeding at least.

It was times like this when they felt the missing one. Three. The dead sister. One was good with people. Two had her eyes, and details. Both were smart. But something deep inside them told them that they weren’t meant to be the brilliant ones.

But Three was dead. They would be too if they weren’t careful.

Bandaging their wounds, and cleaning the house took 2 hours after they broke in.

They dressed in the clothes they stole, Two wrapping up her head in a scarf, and a baseball cap.

Then they took their uniforms outside, back to the woods. They beat them. Ripped them. Threw some blood, and the meat they stole on it, embedding the trackers in it. If they were lucky, an animal would find it, and give them some more time in the confusion. 

The pair looked down at the blood mess. The clothing that had adorned them their entire life. As one they spat on it, then turned south.

Now, we rely on One. 

The pair walk down the side of the road, heading south. One holds out her fist and puts a thumb up. She puts on her first expression smile.

It takes two cars before they are picked up.

Age: 18 (7 months later)

They were turning 18 soon. Or had already.

“Presents? Celebrate?” Two asked.

 

One knew what she was talking about. They rarely needed full sentences with each other.

“No. Too tight. Maybe for anniversary.”

Both nod. The anniversary was a better date to celebrate. Resources were too tight right now. They have both come to that conclusion already, but coming to an agreement made sense.

One looks at the clock. It was getting close to time. 

They share a look. “I’ll miss you” Isn’t said. Neither is “I love you” Or “Be safe”. It doesn’t need to be. They both know it without needing to say it.

Two stands and heads out. Their cash is running out. They’ve had this identity for too long. They need the last information for their replacement. One had been out all day, and now it was Two’s turn.

She checks her headscarf before she leaves.

Good. No feathers. Visible.

 

The sisters hug. Two leaves. 

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Two heads back to the motel. Smiling. She is early. Their mark was named Joshua. Moved recently. No family. All that was known. The new bit was that his pin number was 1324. Didn’t hide the movements of his hand well enough.

It was enough that they could make their move. Get a new id, and source of cash to use. The sooner the better.

Two was happy enough that she almost didn’t notice the car. But she felt it. The small feathers at the back of her neck stood up, as that sense inside her told her something was wrong. Then she saw the car.

Black. Large. Too nice.

She started running up the stairs. Her blood pumping, her senses tuned to her steps on the wood, the beating of her heart, and a wash of details around her. She pushed at the place inside her, and she started seeing double.

A second in the future Two ran past the corridor the ice machine was. A man jumped out at her.

Two stopped before the corridor, grabbing SCP 1709 from it’s sheath on her back.

The man stepped from behind cover and grabbed her, pinning her arm to her side.

The man stepped from behind cover and stumbled forward as Two stepped under his reaching arms.

The man turned, and with a backhand swipe knocked Two to the ground

The man turned and his arm swung over Two, getting out of position to block when SCP 1709 came up to
Glance off the man’s chin bone, leaving a long and deep mark

Slide into the flesh under the man’s chin, and up into his brain. 

 

The man spasmed in his death throes, knocking two aside, causing her to drop SCP 1709 and hitting a device at his side.
The man spasmed in his death throws, which Two expertly avoided, as she slide SCP 1709 out down and grabbed the man’s radio at his waist.

The man slumped to the ground in front of her. Two dropped the radio. After two breaths the man was still. Two stared down. 

Foundation. Has to be. I need to hurry

The blood that spilled from the man flowed to, and over Two’s skin, becoming new flesh. A layer of thick skin. Grey and ugly flesh armor, covered in growths, and scales. She had only used this once before. But it would need to be enough.

Two ran to their room and

She smashed through, and was shot as 4 tranq darts were aimed at her at once.

She smashed the door knob, and then charged the closest of the 4 men, the one holding One. She was hit by 4 tranq darts.
opened the door slowly. The growths around her hand detached climbing up the door, and over the ceiling independently. A burst of shots hit the ceiling. Leaving a second before the next round could fire at her

Two Ran to the man holding One.
With a sweep of his leg, he knocked her to the ground
His leg cracked as Two jumped his sweep and landed on his knee, bringing both of them to the ground.

With her new weight, Two slammed her knife down at the man’s throat.
but he got an arm up, slowing her downward plunge
He moved an arm up, but Two shifted the SCP 1709 down, and one of her hands up, pushing the arm out of the way enough to slice the knife across his throat.

A spray of blood hit Two’s face, quickly hardening, and joining the fleshy growths that cover her. She stands up, and is hit by a tranq dart 2 quick shots from rapidly raised pistols

She stands up, charging the closest man, using the angle to block one of the men with the pistol raised. She is shot in the head with a pistol, and a tranq dart in her chest

She jumps and rolls, her growthy chest plate detaching to throw itself forward , expanding to a blob of hard Chitin moved on thin legs that threw itself towards the 2 men with pistols. It is quickly shot, but it provides momentary cover, as Two moves towards the man with the tranq dart
 and is shot by it in her exposed chest.
and dodges to the side as he fires a tranq dart at her old trajectory, then pushes forward on her strong legs covered in grey growths, driving SCP 1709

through the man’s eye. The man screamed, and thrashed out, knocking Two in the face as they both tumble to the ground.
through the man’s throat. The man pushed Two off and she is shot twice by other two men. She notices her former chest plate on the floor
Into the man's chest thumping into his body armor and not making progress

Into the man's side. Her growths extend tendrils, holding the man as she stabs him twice more in gaps in his armor, holding him between her and the other men, blocking their line of sight.

She throws the stabbed man at
the man on the right who shoots twice, exploding the man’s head, then shooting Two through her eye, the bullet not stopped by the remains of her fleshy armor.

the man on the left, who drops his gun to grab his injured comrade, while Two charges the man on the right
dodging left, and being shot through the throat
dodging right, and being shot in the shoulder, then through her head
ducking and being shot through the head
Forming the rest of her armor into a single shield, spikes forward, as she charged the man, the shield taking the bullets.

She struggled with the man for a few second before
the man swipes her leg and she goes down.

She steps back, her shield turning fully to spikes and embedding into the man. He goes down, the rest of Syn’s flesh armor embedded in him

One left. No time to get it back. 

 

Two charges forward. The man shifts his panicking friend to the side, grabbing a taser and
Hitting Two in the chest. Lighting courses through her and she loses control of her muscles

Hitting Two in the arm as she dodges right. Lighting courses through her and she loses control of her muscles

Hitting Two in the Leg as she jumps at him. Lighting courses through her and she loses control of her muscles at he same time SCP 1709 stabs through the mans neck.

Missing as Two halts her charge to swipe at the man's hand
and miss
and miss
and cut off the man’s finger, causing him to drop the taser before Two moves forward and stabs the man in his armpit, then slashing his throat.

She stops. Panting. She feels tired. Her sight always exhausted her when used like this.

She steps towards One, and feels a tranq dart hit her back
She jolts to the side and feels a tranq dart hit her shoulder. Faster than she predicted
She flails her arm and body back and feels a tranq dart hit her back

She flails her arm and body back and feels a tranq dart hit her back

She flails her arm and body back and feels a tranq dart hit her back

She flails her arm back and feels a tranq dart hit her hand before she dives behind the bed.

She pokes her head out, looking at the trajectory.

The injured man, stabbed in the side, drops his gun, and collapses back. Two looks down at her hand. It already feels weaker. SCP 1709 slips from her grasp
SCP 1709 almost slips from her grasp before she shifts it to her other hand. With a push of will, the blood in the room flows towards her.

I can do this. I just… I just.

The blood forms into a large blob. Then condenses. Becoming a humanoid creature.

Should be more than one. What…

Two stumbles over to her sister. Her arm is stiff . She falls to her knees, looking over her.

Still breathing. Good. 

She turns to the fleshy creature.

“I neeeeee.”

Her voice slurs. Her eyes are heavy.

“Yooouuuuuuuuu.”

Two collapses back.

Shit.

Two holds out SCP 1709 to the humanoid creature. 

More are coming. Protect us.

Two points at the door. 

She loses consciousness a few moments later. Fast enough to miss the creature taking SCP 1709 and walking out of the door, and away. Leaving the sisters to be found by foundation 5 minutes later when the support team investigated why the team failed to report on their radios

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Two jerks awake, quickly moving to push herself to her feet. Her hands jerk against handcuffs. Secure against the table. Her legs are similarly bound. The motion just rubbing the metal around her ankle into her skin uncomfortably.

 

Two opens her eyes slowly. Her cheek rests against a cold metal table. 

 

“Welcome back 469-2.”

Two turns her eyes forward. In front of her, across the table, wearing a soft looking sweater, and a round pair of glasses sits a middle aged woman. Maybe late forties, early fifties. Her face is set in a disapproving frown. A very familiar expression to Two.

 

“Hello D…”

Two coughs. Her mouth feels like cotton.

“Hello Dr. Kara.” SCP 469-2 replies.

 

“It’s been some time since I’ve last had to talk to you. You were one of my proudest cases. A very useful anomaly, cooperating with the foundation. For your good behavior, you were given the best the foundation could offer…. And now this.”

 

You gave us chains. You watched up. You treated us like monsters, and are surprised we became them?

 

SCP 469-2 is silent. It knows it can’t win this argument. 

 

“There are some who considered calling for your termination. Do you know how many people were hurt in your little… display?”

 

Always minimizing. WE FUCKED YOU UP. SCP 469-1 got at least 60 members of personal. Maybe 100 in that facility total. Some of them definitely were killed by the rotted chains compulsions and a good amount of the rest were killed by SCP-096. There were at most 10 survivors. If you were still in the facility you would be FUCKING DEAD.

 

SCP 469-2 gives a little shake of its head.

“Well. It got some people talking. Anomalies like you and SCP 469-1 are some of the most dangerous. You look like people. You can talk like people.”

Dr. Kara shifts, looking at SCP 469-2. It turns its face, attempting to avoid eye contact.

 

“But you aren’t. You are dangerous, like all the others. Your class has been updated to Euclid. You’ll find that the freedom you had in your previous accommodations will be significantly reduced. You and your sister are… .”

Dr. Kara hesitates.

“... useful still. So you won’t be terminated. But you have killed foundation personnel. I have the termination papers on my desk. All they need is my signature. One step out of line…”

Micro expressions are all wrong. She’s lying. I’ve found 372 infiltrators with my eyes in the past 8 years. I’m too valuable to kill. As far as you know I need my sister to do that, so you can’t kill her either.

 

It doesn’t say anything. It know what the correct response here is. Comply or be punished.

“Yes Dr. Kara.” SCP 469-2 replies. 

 

Dr. Kara watches SCP 469-2 with a studying look. Then she stands and walks around the table.

SCP 469-2 freezes. Its muscles tense.

“Poor dear. You should have told me. We could have avoided all of this. What did you get? 7 months begging for scraps? Living as a criminal?”

Dr. Kara reaches a hand out and runs it over and through SCP 469-2’s feathers. It holds still. Barely breathing.

“And now you are back here again anyways. In a more secure facility, with less luxuries you can enjoy.”

Dr. Kara clicks her tongue. She moves her hand down to the back of SCP 469-2’s neck.

“Poor thing. Remember this conversation the next time you and your sister think of pulling something like this.”

Dr. Kara wraps her fingers around one of the longer feathers down the back of SCP 469-2’s head. She pulls it out. It’s a pretty feather. Soft, and almost all white. Mared only by a bit of red near its base. 

 

“Because next time, we’ll see if your eyes need your sister to be alive to work.”

 

Two’s stomach drops. Revulsion. Anger churning in the pit of its stomach

 

She turns her head. Dr. Kara is close enough.
She lunges forward, and
she gets her teeth onto the neckline of her sweater.

she gets her teeth onto Dr. Kara’s neck. Not a good angle, Dr. Kara jerks back.

she getss her teeth onto Dr. Kara’s neck. Over the artery. A hard bite and Her mouth fills with blood. 

They’ll kill One

SCP 469-2 stays still, watching the table. Dr. Kara runs her hand through its feathers one more time, then sighs.

“I’ll come to check in on you in a few months. I expect there to be no further incidents.

SCP 469-2 nod’s it’s head.

The Dr. leaves.

SCP 469-2 stays still for a long time.

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Age: 18 (3 months later.)

They are bound now. Everywhere they go. To a chair, to the floor, to their beds. To each other as well, but they don’t mind that one.

Most personnel are not allowed to enter a room with them without being checked afterwards.

The illusion they could pretend at. Of having some choice. Some freedom. That is gone.

They are tools for the foundation. A set of eyes to see infiltrators, and her dangerous, but necessary sister.

At least they are still together. If they were going to be trapped they both agree that together is the way they would want to be trapped.

 

Two hears it first. A rumbling. A distant explosion. She reacts, shifting her eyes to her sister, who quickly can tell something is wrong.

A tilt, a nod. Information is shared and they are in sync one more. They are in the camera room, as they are most days. Chained to their chairs, and the floor.

Two cricks her neck. She holds her breath. Her pale skin slowly starts to turn blue.

“Help!” One yelled. Convincing panic and fear in her voice. “Help! It’s my sister!”

If this explosion is a small distraction, this will be bad. We will be punished.

But we talked about this. We agreed that is a risk we would take every time. 

 

The guard enters the room.

“Something's wrong! You have to help her!” One manages to get real tears streaming down her cheeks. Two’s face is turning purple, her pale skin making the effect particularly visible. She can feel the ache in her lungs 

 

The guard moves to Two. One begins her song. With the guard as the target he wouldn’t realize until.

“Shit!” He fumbles, feeling Two’s throat, then grabbing his radio.
Two twitches her hand, reaching for the key at his belt. The man jumped back
Two remains still.

“I need a medical unit in room 249. Unknown problem with SCP 469-2.” The guard blinks a few times.
The song grows louder.

“Fuck.” The guard moves, and unlocks Two’s hands.
Two takes the opportunity, grabbing for his weapon. The man expertly grabs her wrist, and slams it back into it’s shackle

Two lies still making little sputtering noises.

The guard gets Two to the ground and starts to get her vitals. 

 

Probably this is One’s work. Otherwise he would keep me checked while still tied to the chair. 

 

Two waits. The song continues. Then the guard’s hand falters.

Now or never.

Two opens her eyes. The guard looks at her. His eyes glazed over. 

Two lunges forward for his taser, she fails to unholster it, and the guard knocks her back to the ground

Two lunges forward, unholstering the guards taser in one smooth movement before the guard knocks her to the ground
Two rolls to the side, unholstering the guard's taser. The guard grabs her leg.

Two curls up, then lunges between the guard’s legs, grabbing his taser in one smooth motion.

“Fuck!”
The guard turns, and in a smooth motion kicks out at Two
hitting her in the back of her skull and sending her crashing to the ground.

Causing him to become unbalanced when she ducked beneath his leg, giving Two a moment to > kick out at the leg he remained standing on, failing to knock him over.

Hook her leg behind his remaining knee and pull causing him to topple backwards.
Two jumped on top of him, only to be grabbed and thrown to the side.
Two moves to the man’s side, and with a lunge stabbed the taser into his side, causing his muscles to seize. 

Two grabbed the man’s keys, quickly moving to free her legs. One kept her singing as her sister freed her. Then they attached one of the chains to the guard, struggling to move on the ground, and left the room.

 

Outside, the alarms were blaring. Orders going over the intercom. No mention of a cognito-hazard, plenty of chances to run. They share a look.

They move in sync to the nearby containment chambers, unlocking them, then knocking twice.

Can’t waste too much time.

 

After unlocking 2 each, they turn back to each other, and start running. 

 

“Out?” One asks.

 

“May.” Two replies. It was a big facility. They weren’t moving around much. But Two was good at getting information from limited exposure. She could hear the sounds in the distance. They turn forward again. 

 

Behind them the corridors started to shift. Becoming marble. Statues of knights in armor lining a corridor. One of the SCP’s they freed. No time to figure out who. 

 

The facility was full of personnel. Many of them were armed. But they were running. Making noise. Two lead them. Moving between the quiet places as chaos engulfed the facility. 

 

Two pushed herself. Taking in everything. The patterns. The wear. The location of vents.

 

Found you.

 

They run towards where Two knows the exit will be. The sounds grow in the distance. Screaming. Human and not. They don’t slow. It takes minutes. The facility is large.

“I know.” Two affirms.

One puts the doubts she was about to raise aside. It takes 5 more minutes.

The chaos hasn’t stopped. Only grown. Machine gun fire echos down the hallways.

Then they get there. Two stops them, and jerks them behind a wall.

Guards. 2 of them. But they are at the exit. A guarded door. The incline of the floor is slight, but going up. There are no exit signs, but there are the design decisions indicating that here is where the facility would go in an emergency.

The pair exchange a glance.

“I’ll distract.” One says.

A short argument without any words.

 

We promised we’d always be together.

One’s face is confident. Steadfast.

 

We promised we’d do what we needed to do to escape.

 

They turn away in sync, moving in different directions. One to a nearby corridor, Two moving towards the exit.

One starts singing. A voiceless sound. It slipped into the back of your mind and stayed there.

There is a shifting of the guards. One of them moves to investigate, the other covers.

Two approaches from the side.
She moves too quickly, the man turns and she dies in a burst of gunfire
She moves slowly. Her bare feet making no sound.
She approaches. The man turns

She holds still. Waits. Listening. Their focus moves. She takes a few steps. The man is close.
She moves slowly forward. The man spots her out of the corner of his eye, and turns

She runs; the man spots her as she reaches him. She grabs his gun, trying to take it. The man knocks her back

She grabs his gun, pressing the trigger. She shots are deafening,
impacting the walls Impacting the man searching for One as he moves forward, making him drop. 

Two is knocked back as the man she is grappling with body checks her.
Two rotates around the man as he moves forward, trying to push her off him.
He takes one hand off his gun and
hits her in the face, knocking her to the ground
hits her in the chest, knocking her to the ground
hits her in the shoulder, knocking her to the ground

Misses her as she steps back, letting go of the gun, after flicking a switch on its side.

 

The man steps back, turning his rifle around, and pulling the trigger. It makes a click, as the magazine falls out and hits the floor with a thunk. 

 

I just need to buy One time to get here and help.

 

Two charges the man, and Is impaled by a spear of metal as the entrance explodes inwards. Is knocked to the ground by a flying rock as the entrance explodes inward. Stops suddenly, dropping to the ground as the entrance explodes inwards, barely being missed by flying debris.

Two’s ears ring, she looks around. The entrance is covered in debris. Soft moonlight filtering in. Silhouetted by the moonlight there are 4 figures. 2 of them are large and fleshy. Familiar.  The other two are men. Wearing robes of grey, and white masks.

Two turns her head, looking for One. She stands frozen, maybe 50 feet away.

“That’s her. Grab her.”

A calm voice. Masculine. 

 

Two is grabbed by ropes of fleshy muscle that extend from the creature on the right

Two is grabbed by ropes of fleshy muscle that extend from the creature on the left, as she dodges the creature on the right

Two is grabbed by ropes of fleshy muscle the extend from the creature on the right as she sprints towards one

Two charges the 2 creatures, ducking under ropes of muscle reaching out for her with quick movements. Running towards the man who gave the command. The man shifts, as does the mound on his shoulder. A familiar bird.

“Father?” Two shouts in confusion. Her father’s eyes are visible through the mask. Blue. Intense. Blue like her sister’s eyes. They narrow. The man next to him turns his head towards him sharply. 

 

Two in her shock is grabbed by a large arm from the giant of flesh beside her father.

Two is grabbed by a large arm from the giant of flesh beside her father, failing to duck down.

Two dodges a grab from the large arm from the giant of flesh beside her father, only to be grabbed by long ropes of flesh that wrap around her. They bind her and grow over her flesh, spreading into a thick cocoon that expands to cover her mouth.

She flails, helpless.

“This was fortunate. It seems the one we are here to get has already found her way into our grasp.” Her father continues.

He points to one of the giant creatures.

“Stay here. Kill any who try to move past you.”

No. NO!

 

Two struggles uselessly.

Two struggles uselessly.

Two struggles uselessly.
Two struggles uselessly.
Two struggles uselessly, managing to only turn her head. She sees One. And the soldier she failed to kill, dragging her away, eye’s wary, sidearm up.

Just a glance, and then she is pulled away.

Outside into the light of the moon that she swore she would see again. 

Not like this. Not without One.

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Two’s struggles have long since ended when the group stops. Carried by the creature of flesh down a mountain. The 2 men haven’t talked, but based on their postures, Two would think that Not her Father wants too.

Still, they quiet for long minutes after they stop. Looking at phones, and a few other devices on their person.

“So.” The silence finally broken.

“She is who we were here to get?” The Other man has a hint of anger in his voice.

“Yes.” Two’s father responds.

“She is your get… With that stock? Not even a loyal servant, one of our sacrifices.”

“Yes.”

The man kicked a rock.

“I wasted 100 of my loyal servants. Trained for years! Just to rescue your sin?”

He spits.

“You lied to me!”

“Look at her face. Her feathers.” Her father’s voice is calm, with little intonation.

“She belongs to our lady, regardless of her parentage.”

The man looks at her. Examining. A distraction from her father.

The draw is smooth, as is the shot. Blood sprays over Two’s face.

Her father watches the body twitch for a moment before he returns the gun to his holster. He turns to her.

“You will tell no one else of your parentage. You will come with me, and obey everything I say. Otherwise I will put you in a cage that will make the foundation’s seem pleasant.”

He cocks his head.

“Is that clear daughter?”

Her father’s sin nods.