For once, since this nightmare began, since she plummeted down the rabbit hole into a horror story, Irina woke to feel content and well-rested. Her cheek laid pressed against a feather stuffed pillow on Heisenberg's bed, damp with drool as her eyes came into focus.
She was aware that she had drunk quite a bit the previous day and was surprised that she did not wake up hungover; her brain felt like it was sloshing in her head like a bowl of warm soup, but there was no pain or nausea.
Irina felt incredible.
She was also aware, as she turned onto her back, that she went to bed with Heisenberg. He laid beside her, on his side facing the opposite wall, snoring quietly.
Irina was in awe. She questioned her decision to have sex with him, having little experience in the matter. Still, she chalked it up to the alcohol; a part of her welcomed the companionship. None of this; the monsters and the super-powered Lords of the village made her circumstance ordinary.
Irina was human, after all, and despite this being a mistake, she felt invigorated.
Stretching her arms above her head, she yawned and turned onto her side, staring at Heisenberg.
The inventor was human too, wasn't he? His sins were horrendous, of course, but humanity, to him, was a small price to pay for freedom.
Irina concurred.
Perhaps she was a monster as well.
No matter, she thought.
She would cross that bridge when she got there.
Easing closer to Heisenberg, she pressed her forehead against his back. His skin radiated heat like a miniature oven; she moaned in satisfaction.
As much as Irina wanted to stay in bed, she had an errand to run; she needed to retrieve Petre from the Fieraru household. She leaned up on her elbow and shook Heisenberg's arm, calling out his name as she did so.
Heisenberg grunted, tensing his shoulders as he woke after she shook him for the third time.
"I'm about to leave," Irina announced.
He shooed her with his hand.
"Go on then," he grunted.
Irina rolled up her eyes. "Petre Fieraru will be returning with me. Where do you want me to leave him?"
"Come with him down to B4," he ordered in a husky voice. "And bring him to the furnace room."
Humming in agreement, she got out of bed and slid on her clothes from the previous day, annoyed that she'd have to go without panties since Heisenberg tore them. Her mask and gun case were upstairs where she left them, sitting on the desk most likely.
Once she got dressed, she retrieved it, covering her head with the hood of her cloak as she slid the mask in place over her face.
The near-empty bottle of Tuica sat near her gun case beneath the abundance of photographs on the wall. Irina stared at them in disregard and swallowed down the remaining ounce of Tuica before leaving the factory.
She did not sympathize with them; Heisenberg would favor them by ending their lives.
Death was mercy.
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