Minra stopped and turned to the figure, though she longed to keep going. Time was running out, slipping through her fingers like water in a sieve. If they were delayed any longer, she'd be too late again. Her parents would die.
And it will be my fault.
"Who are you? Show yourself," she growled.
The figure began to approach them from the darkness. Whoever it was decided to take their time, strolling rather than walking.
We don't have time for this.
Minra was about to turn and leave when she saw the glow. A little pinprick of light, like a smoldering coal. Followed by a puff of smoke.
A young woman with shoulderlength brown hair stepped into the light cast by the streetlamps, holding a lit cigarette in one hand and a raincoat in the other.
Minra felt a sinking dread as she recognized the girl. Her childhood friend. "Sera."
Sera flicked ash off the cigarette, then turned to look at the three of them, her eyes dark and glaring.
"Where are you going, Min? Leaving us again?"
Minra looked away and screwed her eyes shut. I can't do this right now.
"You're not real," she said weakly.
There was silence for a moment, and then Minra opened her eyes to meet the girl's gaze again.
Sera was standing still. As Minra watched, her black eyes seemed to expand, her face verging on grotesque as its expression of rage was exaggerated past the point of realism.
"Not real," she whispered. "None of us were real people, in your eyes. You left us. When I needed you, you left me behind and ran away."
The jacket fell from Sera's limp fingers, followed by the cigarette. The girl's slim figure rippled, her face distorting and her limbs growing too elongated and too angular. Her mouth sagged, a gaping hole beneath sunken black eyes. Bones jutted through her skin, fingers becoming talons, teeth turning to fangs.
"I..WON'T.. LET YOU LEAVE ME.. AGAIN.. MIN."
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