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"NO!" Molly screamed, lowering her hands down as Michael's body flung through the air and met the wrong end of a jagged metal pipe, sticking haphazardly from the ground. The view felt familiar, but she couldn't for the life of her figure out why. It dawned on Molly that she didn't even want to push him back, but her hands felt out of her control.
She hopped over rubble and bricks to get to him, barely acknowledging the dust that lingered in the air and settled on the inside of her nostrils. All she could focus on, was the blood that seeped steadily from his lips, his hands cupping around the metal object sticking out from his chest. Molly dropped down to her knees, expression frozen with horror at the sight.
"I thought we were friends..." he managed to say, coughing in between words. His word broke through to her, eliciting a series of sobs that wracked her body and left her cheeks coated in a layer of tears.
"I'm sorry!" She cried out, gripping onto his hand for support and in turn, covering her own palms with blood. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean-... I would never-"
"It would take a lot more than a piece of metal to stop me, darling," an eerily similar voice resounded from behind her, prompting her to whip around, stumbling slightly. Out of nowhere, Michael had reappeared mere feet away from her, without any sign of injury or blood.
Confused, Molly turned back to check if the body dying beneath her was still there, and confirm that this had been some kind of trick. But to her further surprise, the original Michael was still there. Cold and lifeless, having bled out from his wound. Now, there were two Michaels. And only one could be the real one.
"What is this?" She scrambled backward, away from the body, jumping up onto her feet and rearing around to face the new imposter. Michael's confident expression wavered at the sight of her own - which was full of fear, having completely succumbed to the Hell she had been thrust into.
"Molly, I'm here to get you out of here," he offered out his hand, mentally noting the landscape of her 'worst nightmare'. Molly's biggest fear was killing everyone she loved, including the witches, and apparently him too. Her eyes searched his expression desperately, looking for any sign of deceit, but she could find none. In fact, when she met his eyes, all she could find was comfort. Something that was completely lacking from the imposter laying dead by her feet.
"Michael...?" She questioned aloud, memories of random displays of power seeping back into her. She had came here for a purpose, she remembered.
"It's me, Molly," he nodded once, slowly taking steps toward her to avoid scaring her off. "Listen to me, we need to get out of here-"
"You're breaking the rules," Cordelia's voice met their ears, both heads turning to the source and watching in shock as the blonde's body began to twitch and lift up. Her decomposing skin remained, but life breathed back into the Supreme as she stood up and stared right at the duo attempting to escape. "You can't let her go."
