The Project is Awake

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Elladonna heard a large boom from a distance. At the moment, she didn't really have an idea as to what the sound could have been, but she decided to go investigate. It could have been one of the Proxies, and that was the last thing she wanted. But then maybe that was a good thing; that girl December would have survived, which means she could earn her title alongside them.

But as she got closer, all she could find was Masky running from a far blaze. He looked insane. He halted directly in front of her, heaving. His face and along his neck was seeping with black. It was the poison. Her poison.

"What. The. Fuck. ELLA?!"

She shrugged, smiling. "She's awfully bold, now, isn't she?!"

"We're fucked, don't you get it?! He's going to kill us!"

She shook my head. "No. I see this differently."

He blinked several times. "Then how is it?! How should he react?!"

She hummed. "I figure that He'll sort her out. With us."

Something clawed itself from the shadow behind him. Masky whipped around, yelped, then grabbed his gun with a good hand. He shot a few rounds at the figure, but realizing his failure, he ran off.

The figure, tall and gaunt, looked at Ella. His eyes expressed pain of all forms. He was tattered and bloody, and his back held ebony appendages out like twisted wings.

She smiled.

X-Virus did damn well making him.

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