HAVE YOU MET THIS FAMILY? US AND MORNINGS, THAT IS SOMETHING ELSE.
HEY, THOSE ARE FAMILY SECRETS.
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No matter the many times she'd seen harnessed kids, nothing could've prepared her to watch her brother march up and down the roof of the building across of them like a machine. That brief glimpse she saw the emotionless expression on the face of her brother with one of those extraterrestrial things attached to his back.
The grip on the binoculars had tightened as the tips of her fingers began to turn white at the forceful hold she had on it at the sight of the boy carrying scrap metal from the centre of the roof to it's edge, over and over again.
Consciously watching him being nothing remanent of himself apart from sharing the face of the younger brother she had once known. The sight of it alone had made something within her twist and turn, the hatred at the creatures growing by the minute.
"What have they done to you..." The words had fallen from her lips in nothing more than a whisper, but one audible enough for her father to hear and recognise it's meaning of. His daughter was watching her brother, his son, being among the group of kids as he had hoped to.
Elizabeth had moved the binoculars from her sight and held them out for Tom to take without daring to look him in the eye. And the second she felt the man take them from her fingers, she had turned and pressed her body into the low brick wall that had kept them hidden from the eyes of the Skitters and Mechs below.
She was grateful Tom, Karen and Hal had been too occupied in watching the scene behind her, whether that had been Ben, one of the other harnessed kids or the enemy below. It meant they weren't paying attention to the internal struggle she was having and was threatening to make an appearance.
It hadn't bothered her if Dai or Anthony had seen the glossy appearance of her eyes or the distressed feeling that flooded her senses had washed all the colour from her face. They had known enough, seen enough, to know how deep it cut.
