Again and again. Her voice is a broken shard of glass that splits through the noise. I find that sound through the static, through the fire raining from the heavens.
Niklaus.
My hand. They took my fingers.
“Niklaus! NO!” Spitfire howls.
I look up.
I look ather.
I find Spitfire’s heterochromatic eyes.
I stare at them long enough to watch her get sucked away in a black hole of shadows and ink.
Without me.
59. Imaginary Friend
Sapphire
“No! No! No!”
I pat the ground under my feet, feeling the cold concrete floor under my fingertips.
All of the light has been sucked out of my vision.
There’s a wall behind me.
Two walls connected. I am in a corner.
It’s drafty. Cold. Empty
“Niklaus…” I utter his name like it’s the last time I will ever hear it said out loud. “Oh, God…Niklaus…”
I shake violently in this dark corner. I can’t believe I fucking left him behind! Why didn’t he come with me? How could this have happened? I have to get back…
“Who is Niklaus?” A small child’s voice enters the darkness, jolting a force of shock to my nervous system. My hands slam against the walls to my left and right.
I search the room blindly.
“Dellilian?” I whisper.
The room pulses with a hesitant thoughtfulness.
“Who is Dellilian?”
I brace myself. Flashbacks of a dark room piece my mind and prepare me for physical violence.
“Are you going to hurt me?” I ask.
The little voice answers almost immediately. “Are you going to hurtme?”
“Are you going to keep repeating my questions?” I push again.
The little voice sighs.
“What’s you name?”
