IV: Motrification

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"You're disgusting."

Serenity stared at Alice with a look that definitely conveyed all emotions.

He dropped Alice, and she crumpled to the floor, attempting miserably to

control her gasps.

"W-why, thank you, Seren," Alice coughed, grimacing.

Serenity caught Alice's empty eyes with his own, his glare burning with

barely controlled flames of disgust and pure anger. Alice felt like

laughing, as her dull-red eyes stared right back, overwhelmed with weariness

and resignation. Ah, well, it wasn't like Alice could do anything more.

"Get out of my sight." Serenity muttered, turning away.

At this point, Alice did laugh, her musical voice trembling just a little.

She cast one last pointed look at Serenity's black bowtie, vest, pants and

shoes, "See you next time, Mr. Bartender~"

By the time Serenity had flipped around, his eyes flashing, Alice had

already vanished. He cursed under his breath, sighing as he clicked open his

lighter. The flame shook weakly for a moment before being doused by the

continuous onslaught of rain.

Alice stood two alleys away, salty tears running down her cheeks as she

fingered the aching wound in the sore flesh of her head. Her slender hand

came away wet and sticky, painted with red. It had been a while since she

had experienced Serenity's supernatural strength.

Alice's eyes fluttered shut, and she flinched as a rhythmic throbbing

started in the back of her head. She hesitantly peeked past the edge of the

wall, back to where Serenity was.

A petite brunette was hurrying towards him, her lengthy plait trailing after

her. She held aloft a fuschia-pink umbrella, her high-heel clad feet

splashing in the puddles of water. How impractical, Alice felt like snubbing

her. Serenity waved at her, calming putting on a pair of frameless,

blue-tinted sunglasses, even in this downpour.

Alice shivered. In an instant, she felt so more aware about how alone in

this world she was. The blood on her hand washed away with the rain,

dripping down her bare thighs, somehow a cold reminder of how hated she was.

Her salty tears mixed with the polluted rain, flushing down her pale skin.

How long had it been since she had felt this mortification.

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