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⌠I AM BECOME DEATH⌡ ❝what you did will haunt you until the end of your days.❞
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THE PUNCHING BAG bounced back and forth as the clanking chain that strung up the bag chimed in sync with the rhythm of Eustacia Ryle's flurry punches, beads of sweats dripping one at a time to the frigid ground. Even though her condition was now much better than ever, she still felt tremendous pain within her.
Eustacia deeply knew why those pain existed.
A rush of adrenaline streamed rapidly in her system, a smoldering grudge clouded her mind. During her entire lifetime, Eustacia never knew revenge nor she wanted to understand it. It had been four years since she became an orphan, and a few months after she last saw Evangeline.
And ever since then, her perspective was somewhat changed.
"For how long will you be like that?" Judith Patterson's voice thundered throughout the warehouse, leaning against the timber door as she folded her hands over the chest. "Hurting yourself when you know it won't change anything?"
Eustacia ignored her words, instead, she hastened her blows. The world had never been so cruel to her, yet once it showed its furor, Eustacia lost everything. A void expression in Judith's feature dissolved momentarily as she could literally feel the amount of grief Eustacia felt inside, the sentiment Judith fairly recognized before the roughshod reality altered herself.
The 1940s were sufficiently hoodooed for the famous Delirium, but at least she still had Steve, Gunther, Bucky, and Karin by her side. The difference with Eustacia now was that the girl had nothing more to offer for the universe, only an intrinsic gash that kept on dredging every innocence within her.
Judith walked over as she swiftly grabbed both Eustacia's wrists, dragooning Eustacia to stop and lending an ear to her. "I've given you a chance to escape."
"Let me go," Eustacia growled, squirming within Judith's deadly grip. Once Eustacia's face twisted in pain flashily, Judith released her. Slightly thrown backward, Eustacia automatically scoured her wrists that were throbbing as she glared at the uninvited guest in front of her. "I'm not a runner and you know that."
"Nobody says you are."
"Then, what's your point?" Eustacia snapped, her chapped lips curled into an ireful scowl. "Shouldn't you be somewhere else? Toying other people's minds for living?"
Judith's facial feature remained emotionless, something that Eustacia adored so much. It was like Judith had a personal switch button inside her, and the only time Judith showed it when she was among the people she loved. Eustacia hopelessly wanted to learn, how easy it was to sepulchre those unnecessary emotions. Because it seemed that life would be easier without having any feelings.
