Metamorphosis || Karl Heisenberg

Chapter 11

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The rest of the way to the factory was harder than Circe anticipated. The farther away she got from Mother Miranda, the more she felt relaxed enough to feel her emotions that she had been desperate to hide. The events of the last few hours with Miranda and the way Daniella and Cassandra had treated her the night before were all flying around in her mind.

They nearly felt like bees; buzzing around and bouncing off the inner walls of her skull. Colliding off one another - sometimes accidentally stinging each other, making an ache throb through her temples. Like the way the Dimitrescu daughters could transform into a swarm of flies.

The dissociation was coming on thick now, her eyes staring at the ground as she walked. The high she had gotten from seeing Heisenberg once again was swiftly fading away, and now the images from her little memory burst were getting harder to keep at bay. The dead eyes of Doctor Kramer...

Most of all, she was really hoping that Miranda had believed her when she said she didn't remember anything. She didn't want to have to deal with anything more than she was already facing. It was beginning to all be too much. All she wanted to do was make new pleasant memories and read more books. Spend time with Heisenberg...

Heisenberg noticed she was going slower than before, apparently, because he had stopped now to look down at her as she walked right into his chest. "Am I gonna have to carry you?" he asked directly.

Circe didn't look at him. "No," she didn't want to be a bother.

Heisenberg paused for a moment before shaking his head brusquely. "Nope. I'm going to carry you," he turned around and knelt in front of her. "Come on, get your ass on."

Circe said nothing as she climbed on his back, securing herself by wrapping her arms around his neck. He braced her legs and stood up, and they went considerably faster now.

With the distraction of walking taken away from her, the small amount of control Circe did have on her thoughts felt like it had been ripped away from her. It was taking everything she had not to cry right then and there.

She couldn't help but bury her face in the back of Heisenberg's neck.

"Something happened, didn't it," it was a statement, not a question.

Circe tightened her grip slightly but didn't reply. She could feel him take a deep breath.

"Hold on, sweetheart. We're almost there."

She could feel him speed up.

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Even when Circe could hear the metal clanks of the factory, indicating that they were now inside, Heisenberg never once made a move to let her down. So she didn't pick up her head. She had been trying hard to focus on the scent of his hair. It was still musky, but new.

A door opened. A door closed.

"I'm gonna put you down on the couch," he said roughly.

Circe was being lowered down now, and when she felt the cushion, she reluctantly detached herself from him. They were in his living room now. Her eyes fixed to the floor.