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[Abeni remembered pain; a distinct sharp, burning sting in her abdomen from where the blade had driven in again and again. She remembered the fight, the way she and Zachariah had been ambushed, separated and how she had carried on while he fought his way back to her.
When the man had returned, it had been too late. Abeni had known that and told him to run. The world faded black and there was no doubt in her that she had died... Which was why waking up fully healed but still covered in blood in a strange cell was enough to put her on edge.
She had woken with a gasp, hands moving to fend off attackers that were no longer there. Instead she struck the journal on the table beside and it fell to the floor, pages open to kick off an Audio transmission. It was one that would go unnoticed. Abeni had bigger things on her mind. Confusion ran through her as she found her wounds gone, but the blood that soaked her clothes still wet. No part of this made any sense. Abeni still had her weapons, a hunting knife and a pistol, which only set her caution on even higher alert.]
What-- No. I am not doing this again. This ends now.
[Neglecting the journal and leaving the letter unread, Abeni stepped into the hall. She would not be captive anymore, neither of them would. Abeni would find Zachariah and they were getting out once and for all. The woman wanted answers, and would stop at nothing to get them.]
When the man had returned, it had been too late. Abeni had known that and told him to run. The world faded black and there was no doubt in her that she had died... Which was why waking up fully healed but still covered in blood in a strange cell was enough to put her on edge.
She had woken with a gasp, hands moving to fend off attackers that were no longer there. Instead she struck the journal on the table beside and it fell to the floor, pages open to kick off an Audio transmission. It was one that would go unnoticed. Abeni had bigger things on her mind. Confusion ran through her as she found her wounds gone, but the blood that soaked her clothes still wet. No part of this made any sense. Abeni still had her weapons, a hunting knife and a pistol, which only set her caution on even higher alert.]
What-- No. I am not doing this again. This ends now.
[Neglecting the journal and leaving the letter unread, Abeni stepped into the hall. She would not be captive anymore, neither of them would. Abeni would find Zachariah and they were getting out once and for all. The woman wanted answers, and would stop at nothing to get them.]