❝ 𝘞𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴,
𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ❞
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What if, in some other tragic
reality, Flare was the
Commission...
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FLARE HAS BEEN WATCHING HIM. The Sparrows are growing impatient with the Umbrellas' indecisiveness in whatever familial spat they have going on. She doesn't know the details, but it is a treat to observe, really. The highlight of her agonizing days.
As much as she would like to say her ribs have healed, in truth, the pain has only worsened—courtesy of Five's little parting gift. That's what she calls it. Because instead of biting her tongue off in anger at the fact that he bested her, Flare decided to look on the bright side instead: she has a reminder of the target every time she moves. An infuriating—almost literal—thorn in her side, but motivation nonetheless.
Fortunately, the girl has a knack for staving off pain. So despite the agony that tears up her body every time she breathes, she's been managing just fine, aside from a bit of wheezing.
Five did a wonderful (albeit unintentional) job at hiding her guns. It took her a solid fifteen minutes to find just one, and she doesn't want to think about how much time passed before finding the other.
The sky is a cloudy, ashen gray, like the smoke that blooms from her fires. It reminds Flare of the day the Commission was slaughtered. The blizzard froze her insides and calcified the remains of her fallen colleagues. She will never forget the way the heavens looked down on her, as if they were weeping for the girl grieving in the blood of fallen soldiers.
Vultures circle overhead. Omens of death, as some may consider them. Death is a fleeting thing and a blessing to many. Perhaps it is a sign that her mission nears its close.
A car pulls into the parking lot of Hotel Obsidian. Flare watches as a strange, scraggly-looking man climbs out of the driver's side. She assumes he's the brother, Klaus. Five follows suit soon after.
Klaus spouts something to the boy and waves his hands around dramatically, as if telling some sort of hilarious joke. She knows it must've been funny because Five scowls and slams the car door shut.
It's a shame, she thinks. Five said we would have gotten along well.
When Five's brother heads inside, Flare kicks a rock to wordlessly make her presence known. It works like a charm.
"You can come out now," says Five without looking in her direction.
She steps out from behind a pillar, smiling as she always does. "Did you miss me, handsome?"
"How's that rib of yours?" His voice cuts through the air like a knife. "Probably wouldn't want to leave it unattended for too long."
"Aw. Are you worried about me?" She places a hand over her heart. "I'm touched, really ~ "
