The darkness slipped away, retracing its steps through my body, undoing its passage between my organs and joints, through and inside my blood vessels.
See ya, darkness.
Maybe. For all I know, this might’ve been Grue’s last hurrah.
A clearing formed. An expanse of dim light, lit only by one shaft of light that managed to come in through the corner of a window. Burnscar’s head was pulverized, unrecognizable.
Damn.
She lay limp, unmoving, dead.
One down!
(Two if you count Hack Job.)
“Interesting,” Jack said, looking down at his fallen teammate.
Cold as fuck, dude.
“Yes! I’m almost positive I got this on record!” Bonesaw squealed.
Through the darkness? …I suppose it makes sense she’d try to develop a way to record through the darkness while testing it.
Or maybe she means just when the darkness started flowing, so she can figure out where it came from.
Also, cold as fuck.
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