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04 | a talk with death

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ chapter four

a talk with death ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

THEIR shadows stretched across the museum's stone steps like a grotesque monster as the moon's bright rays illuminated the retreating duo's backs. The outside air was eerily still; a juxtaposition of what had just occurred within the building. Strangely, no security guards or henchmen had followed them outside.

Sylvia wrenched her arm out of Marc's grip and abruptly stopped on the steps. Her heart was hammering heavily and she hurriedly brushed a braided lock of hair out of her eyes. "What is happening? Is this really happening?" She gasped out, wrapping her arms around her stomach in hopes to stop herself from vomiting.

Steven - no, Marc - spun around and scowled up at her. Even though she was a few steps above him, he didn't have to look up too much. "What the hell are you stopping for? We need to get as far away from here as possible," he snapped. The difference in accents was enough to send the young woman reeling. She thought she recognized the slight bite of Chicagoan in the words.

She put her hands up in the air in a grasping motion, as if she was desperately attempting to grab at some kind of logical explanation for the current situation. "Who even are you," she screamed back, her eyes wide in disbelief. It was safe to say that Sylvia LeBlanc had finally reached her limit of insanity.

Without bothering to provide an explanation to her inquiry, Marc huffed frustratedly and snatched her arm in a tight, but non-painful grip once again. Together, with Sylvia stumbling, they made their way towards the nearest bus stop.

"So what, now you're kidnapping me? What was that back there? What were you wearing? Where is Steven?" The questions streamed from the woman's mouth and with each one, Marc's scowl grew deeper. It was the complete opposite from the expressions Steven wore, which were ones of curiosity and kindness, despite the deep bags that always adorned his eyes. Sylvia realized with a start that these bags were also under Marc's eyes. Same body, different person.