1: You Should've Seen His Face

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The pristine white truck didn't stop. 

Not when civilians stopped what they were doing to stare at the rushing vehicle.

Not when the poor girl screamed bloody murder in the backseat.

Not even when the particle accelerator exploded. 

The colorful blast was so great that it almost knocked over the medical van from its upright position. Almost.

There was utter silence, everything becoming calm after the nasty tumble. The drivers in the front seat were out cold; one more lifeless than the other.

In the back of the van, Marigold awoke with a start. Her head was ringing thanks to the everlasting beeping noise made from the vehicle she sat in. Questions poured their way into her mind. 

Why did they stop? Were they attacked? Where's Ottie when you need him?

The restraints made it difficult for Margold to move. Her golden hair was stiff and completely dirty from the fight she put up before losing once again to her own mind.

Leaning against the double doors with all her weight, they flew open without much of a fight. The locks fell off during the crash it seems. 

Marigold fell to the ground harshly, her teeth clenching together as her forehead banged against the asphalt.

A smile graced her bloody lips as she struggled to stand up. The pain was simply a reason to get out of her confinements of the mental institution she's been in for years. 

She walked straight to the driver's side of the truck, wondering if she could get a knife to cut open her restraints. If not, there was plenty of glass shards on the ground that could also prove useful. 

She watched the sleeping driver, making sure that he didn't wake up as she reached for the handle of the door. With nothing else free, the only thing Marigold could do was use her bloody teeth to help her out. It proved difficult at first, but Mari wasn't the type to give up when she had a goal set.

After a bit of struggle, the door finally flew open and smacked her in the face. Her head flew back, the rest of her body following along from the impact. She once again hit the ground, her head hitting the pavement first. 

She went dizzy when she tried to stand. Grayish-blue colored eyes widened as she tried to steady herself on wobbly legs. Marigold turned a few times in her spot to see if it could help even the slightest. 

That turned into her own personal playtime as she quite liked the feeling of being dizzy. She laughed maniacally, more blood dripping from her mouth and the new pounding head wound. 

The world seemed enticingly beautiful in her spinning mind. The chaos and destruction of the city made her feel unforgettable happiness. She watched the beautiful dark lit sky while letting the voices of screaming people and the smell of fire fill her very being.

"What the hell?!"

The driver screamed after waking to find his partner dead and the escaped captive looking too gleeful in her bloody clothes and destroyed city.

Pieces of a puzzle that didn't even exist started to form in his head and he let out an angry roar.

Marigold spun around, still too captivated to notice the resentful man stalking closer. He gripped onto her immobile arms with a newfound vigor and threw her onto the ground. All breath left her lungs when he started to kick at her ribs. 

Tears flooded down his face, blurring his vision to the point that he couldn't see what his fists landed on.

Instead of blocking, Marigold laughed after every blow. Her mind couldn't register that this was an act of aggression and assumed that even now was playtime. It was never her fault for thinking this way.

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