[Incomplete]

[agebeforeanger]

Who: Lena and Tyve
When: Somewhere on the streets of Purgatorium
Where: Shortly after the massacre ends, Sunday afternoon
Rating: ... PG-13?
Warnings: Crazy Lena. ... running with knives? Mentions of torture and nightmare fuel?
Summary: Lena... kind of went nuts. And

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[thepilotsseat]

This was all too much trouble than what it was worth. Far too much

[agebeforeanger]

... Unfortunately, Lena was very bad at understanding Tyve's reasoning, even when she was coherent. She... vaguely understood that people worried. Those at home had too. But... how could she not try to help? Here, especially, where she had to act like an adult?

Even if she could never seem to manage it.

Lena jumped violently at Tyve's yells, responding without thinking. "T- Ty-" she cut herself off. It wasn't-

The recorded voices had seemed to echo in her head, this was just- or another monster. Or the real Tyve, which was almost worse. She'd-

Lena bolted for the back door, running as quickly as her exhausted body could manage. Not that it would work. Not for very long - her legs were shorter than almost any adult's - monster's - and even two months of practice and copious adrenaline could only help that so much.

It was- it was light out. The worst things didn't come out until dark. So with any luck, she wouldn't run into...

[thepilotsseat]

Tyve nearly jumped at the noise of someone bolting. On something that sounded suspiciously like two feet. More specifically, a child on two feet. Without hesitating, the soldier dashed through the house, trying to follow the sound. Her eyes narrowed as she spotted a familiar person sprinting out the back-door.

"LENA, STOP RIGHT THERE!" The White Fang leader practically roared. After running on very little sleep and the stress accumulation of both Beyond Birthday's games and Euphemia's rampage, the pilot's temper had not only reached the breaking point, but also went on to grand new heights. And damned if a wayward, ablit currently mentally disturbed, young girl was going to exacerbate it.

[agebeforeanger]

Lena froze automatically with her hand on the door's handle, head whipping around with the classic expression of a guilty child. "Ty-"

It looked like Tyve. She was pretty sure it was Tyve. And the broken windows meant it wasn't that dark out so- so-

Lena backed unconsciously as far into the corner as she could manage, unarmed hand wrapping around her middle. "Tyve," she finally managed to whisper, voice hoarse from- she wasn't thinking about that.

She was mad now. Lena could tell. Her eyes were- that wasn't real. That wasn't real. People didn't-

Lena shook her head violently, fingers white-knuckled around her stolen cleaver. 'long as she didn't-