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It works better than you hoped, better than you wished it would. Better than you wanted? Maybe. Screaming, shouting and so much fear. Emma. The toxin. The nerve gas.
It hits you harder than you thought it would, but maybe that's a good thing. You black out because you're choking so hard on the gas. The toxin. Emma. You black out because it hurts and maybe you're sorry.
You wake up in an ambulance, oxygen pumping into your lungs. Everything is a white rush, and before you black out again, they ask you what happened.
And you say something.
And maybe it's scarecrow.