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Episode Eighteen - Fisk

In the panicked crowd, people somehow miss Evren hauling Foggy on her shoulders as she leads them out. Blood is staining her skin. Rot is hungry. Neither of them had even realized they've gone days, if not more than a week, without phenylethylamine. No wonder they've been so emotional lately. Not eating, getting poisoned, no chemical to remain calm with. Looking back, they could have handled everything going on much better, if they had their vitamins. Instead, they were unfurling more and more.

"Hey," Evren snaps at the nearest police officer, who stares at her apprehensively. "Mr. Nelson was shot in the shoulder. He needs medical attention." She continues, propping Foggy on his feet. He stumbles, but follows the offer with a glance back towards her. She turns to Matt. She lost track of Karen, somehow, but Rot is clenching in her stomach and is a breath away from snapping loose. "I'll be back. Stay here." She adds, hoarsely, turning.

"Ev, wait, where are you going?" Matt questions, grabbing ahold of her arm. She whrenches herself free.

"Haven't taken my meds in a week, Matt, I can't be here."

He frowns, resignation falling across his features. "Okay. Be careful."

"I will be. I'll come back soon."

'We need to leave now. We are hungry. We need to eat. We do not want to hurt people. Need to leave. Leave.' Rot snarls, the symbiote writhing beneath her skin. She hurries through the thinning crowd, withholding the sudden urge to dig her teeth into her own arm. 'We should have remembered. I am sorry. Should have remembered, should have remembered.'

"Not your fault." She manages to mumble through clenches teeth. The streets are, thankfully, nearly empty. With the gunshot people were spooked to be inside, and it's still he middle of the day. People are still working. She twists down an alleyway, Rot jerkily covering her flesh, sharp teeth digging into its gums as it holds back from roaring.

Their hunger is so much worse, now. Cramping and growing like a black hole eating itself.

They break into their apartment. The window shatters, glass raining onto the floor. They ignore it, Rot retreating into Evren's skin and stumbling towards their bathroom, grabbing the bottle and shaking a handful of capsules into their mouth, biting down, bitter powder exploding across their tongue.

Their phone chimes. Evren hesitantly reaches into her pocket, answering without glancing as it, coughing passed the chalky powder stuck in her throat. They're still hungry- stomach roaring and whining. She stuffs the bottle in her pocket.

"Yeah?"

"Ev. I'm going to see Fisk. Meet me there."

"Same as always?"

"Same as always." Matt agrees, quickly hanging up. Evren wipes the back of her mouth. She's going to be listening to the conversation from up above while Matt does the talking. He'll wait for her, like always, and when she finally arrives and perches on the rooftop, he'll enter and do whatever he's going to do. They've done it a couple of times- not with Fisk, but when interrogating gang members or people from the Cartel. It's easier, one can pick something up the other can't.

Rot pulls them through the window, long tongue swiping across their cheeks and gathering the rest of the phenylethylamine.

Traveling across rooftops is much easier than hailing a cab. They push, land, and push again and again, wind whistling in their ears, nose snuffling as they take in everything about the city. Druggies with sick skin, hotdog stands on the side of streets, and, at some point, a cardboard box with deer legs in it. They glanced at it as they passed by. It's not uncommon to have random, uncomfortable items strewn on the streets, but those were new.