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『 kugleblitz 』
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PHOENIX SAT IN the lobby, waiting for Klaus to get back. Phoenix stared at the newspaper she read seven times, blood smeared on each page— from Phoenix's cut up hands.
She was bored of reading the same paper over and over— there was nothing new, just the same old same. Maybe she expected something new to pop up on the paper, but she had practically memorized the whole newspaper.
Luther was a few feet away, speaking to Viktor. Phoenix let out a sigh of relief— tired of being around people she didn't know.
Forcing herself up with a wince, Phoenix started to limp her way over to the two.
"What the hell happened?" Luther asked, Viktor, who had a large cut on his cheek that had a crimson liquid lining it.
"It's, uh, not as bad as it looks." Viktor muttered, rubbing the blood off of the gash.
"It looks as if you're lucky to be upright." Luther commented with concern, "Did Harlan do that?" he asked, worry lacing over his voice.
"We just got in a disagreement," Viktor stated, shaking his head— trying to dismiss it.
Phoenix approached the two, and stood beside Luther— although he didn't even realize she was next to him.
"About what?" Luther asked, knowing he had recently been left out of the loop.
"It doesn't matter," Viktor said flatly, not wanting to talk about it.
Luther saw Phoenix in the corner of his eye and turned his head to look at the hurt girl, "Holy shit, did Harlan also do that to you?" Luther asked and pointed at Phoenix.
"I guess." she shrugged, nonchalantly, not knowing if the old man did it or if it was Chris that caused her the harm.
"So, I just checked the perimeter. We're good." Diego walked over, flipping a knife in hand, "Now, we're going to have to take turns."
Luther gasped, putting a hand on Diego's back, turning him, so he could see the back of his neck, which was all cut up and red.
"Oh my God!" Luther exclaimed, seeing the wound, "What happened to you? Was it Harlan?" he asked, trying to connect some dots.
"What?" Diego asked, his eyebrows furrowed at the question.
