"Oh, please," golden hair laughs. "As if there's a single one of us whose mug isn't painted across wanted posters from here to Columbia."
one-eyed alpha growls. "We're going to have tofleeto Columbia after this."
Moon stands.
"Relax."
she walks to bird-mask alpha.
something in her eyes.
cold.
sharp.
like blade before strike.
"No one is killing anyone."
she stops in front of him.
tilts head.
studying.
"I just want to talk."
pause.
smile that isn't smile.
"Even if he and his little social club of masked freaksdidkidnap and imprison me against my will and leave me in the hands of a psychotic warlord."
"Me,psychotic?" white-hair grumbles. "If that's not the fucking pot calling the kettle black."
but I don't hear the rest.
world stops.
freezes.
breaks apart.
reforms.
her words echo.
kidnap
imprison
memories crash together.
lab.
cell.
battle with another monster like me.
