Gone.
Everything was gone. She was standing in the ruins, remains of the fallen Society, only ashes left of what she almost started to call home. It was impossible to tell where her room was. It was pretty high in the building, so it would make sense that it laid now on top of other ruins, but there was no lead to follow. Her tree, her pictures, her notebooks, her books and her things.. She held tight to the bag and the crossbow, the only things still left.
There were bodies inside. Men and women, not all of them Monstrumologists, and the civilians, firefighters and others, and too many sounds. Anton and Jaeger moved around, finding their rooms and their things, Korina sat on a wall and observed the place with shock still written all over her face and no one else was there yet. Darcy wanted to comfort her, she wanted to comfort them all, but she couldn't move. Not even breathe properly. She couldn't make herself take a closer look at the bodies. Her uncle could have been on of them. Se could have just lost the last family she had - unless Mr Anonymous was telling the truth, but even then she wasn't quite sure she'd want to meet her father. Darcy didn't even have the strength to cry, even though no one was paying attention to her. Where are the others? Where's Alex? Where's Nathaniel? She stared at something that may have been a curtain once, mad at herself. Why didn't she tell him what she really felt? How could she be so... So childish? In their job, anyone could die, anytime, and everyone would understand that they need to live in the moment, and for the moment.. But not her. She had to play hard to get.
Darcy sighed. Actually, that wasn't quite true. She was hard to get, or better said, hard to keep, especially if she'd talk about herself. Every word of what she said to Nathaniel was the truth - yet she felt like the biggest liar ever.
"Darcy!" Nathaniel's voice sounded strange as he called her and the others. Almost strange enough to believe it's her imagination, but she turned to the sound anyway. He found his way to her, and all she could do was stand like a statue and glare at him.
"You're alive," he said, with something in his voice that made her wonder if he thought that she was in his imagination. He hugged her and she hugged him back, and didn't think of stopping him when he kissed her.
Not that she expected it. Not that she ever kissed a boy before. He shouldn't love me. That's wrong, I told him.
She just stared at his eyes as they separated, too dumb to say anything. Not standing on her toes anymore, she was really shorter than him, and he probably thought of her as of someone who needs protection - all tall people seemed to think that when literally looking down at the others. Very much for the first time in her life, Darcy didn't mind having that protection.
"A spider ate me," she blabbed. "They don't understand me anymore, not so good, and I don't know why."
"Um," Nathaniel seemed a bit lost, "I guess that's because of those things implanted in their brains.. They control them with it."
"Yeah, but the monsters-" he put his finger to her lips, hushing her.
"You're changing the subject," he said.
"We weren't talking about anything else."
"True, but you'll still changing the subject."
Darcy looked down, staring blankly somewhere at his chest.
"I do love you too," she muttered, half hoping she's silent enough for him to not hear her words. "But I don't know who I am. What if we turn out to be enemies?"
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