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Martin Darkov - 8th generation ([personal profile] theguideless) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs 2012-08-18 01:37 am (UTC)

Martin's tongue kept instinctively feeling over the new gaps in his mouth. Four — four in a week? He hadn't even hit anything, or...or fought anyone since...

For how certain everyone was that those things were fake, the consequences felt too real to deny. But he couldn't think about that. He'd drive himself crazy again. Again. He'd been so terrible.

Back inside. A big, black bird had driven him there. He'd been sitting still, very still, and it had flown down from somewhere (where do the birds even live here? he wondered; he didn't know a thing about it). Martin had let it be, stayed still, even when it drew close.

It bit him. Big, black bird. Back home, those were the birds who ate the dead and it bit him.

He'd fled indoors. It didn't matter where, just indoors and away. His feet led him to the vast, open training room without thinking, still trying to catch the breath that had fled in fear. His finger was in his mouth, sucking on the harmless bite, but all the while, he kept finding those gaps.

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