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[Three times.
Out of all those names, she was dreading hearing it again, right after Prochainezo woman. But there it came.
Bonnie Vargas.
It was looking worse. She didn't care to check who else had been named numerous times, but it didn't matter. She had been there three times. Her. The hunter was going to become the hunted soon. It was even as Belarus said, despite her being on the list before, her sister had been killed. That woman would never listen. She wasn't safe anymore, not even in her house. Harry wasn't safe. And who in the world would take them in?
Waiting was no longer an option.
She kneeled down to pet her dog. Her poor puppy. She whispered to him.] Can you do me a big favor, please? A really big one... Harry? I need you to run. I would never ask you to do this if it were a normal job, but at the least, I want you to survive. Please, just run and hide. This is much different than before... if I'm gone, you can't go home. Grandmother won't help us, John and Arthur can't assist us, it's just you and me... and you need to stay around, please.
We'll leave the house together, but please don't follow me, okay? [The dog gives a small and sad yip. All B.B. does is pet his head, before calmly walking back. If she were a monster, then it would end soon. It went against what she had said before, what she had told Minatsuki. "If I'm a monster, then I want to be the last to know." She no longer had that type of time.
All that was left to do was attempt to do what the paper had told her. With her basket, weapons in tow. Her red cape and hood tied around her neck.
The monsters had to be hunted down. Tonight.]
[A little girl clears her throat.]
I'm not going to waste your time by saying that I didn't do it again, because it's obvious that I'm too likely a suspect now. To many of you, my death sentence was called for the moment my name was spoken again.
But just as a warning.
I've encountered vampires. Succubi. Reanimated corpses. Demons. Robots. Things that little children like me have nightmares of.
I'm not afraid of you, Mayfield.
[And with the click of the receiver, off she goes into the night. Her dog runs in the other direction, as instructed. As for the girl? She wanders, waiting. Searching.
The hunt was on.]
Out of all those names, she was dreading hearing it again, right after Prochainezo woman. But there it came.
Bonnie Vargas.
It was looking worse. She didn't care to check who else had been named numerous times, but it didn't matter. She had been there three times. Her. The hunter was going to become the hunted soon. It was even as Belarus said, despite her being on the list before, her sister had been killed. That woman would never listen. She wasn't safe anymore, not even in her house. Harry wasn't safe. And who in the world would take them in?
Waiting was no longer an option.
She kneeled down to pet her dog. Her poor puppy. She whispered to him.] Can you do me a big favor, please? A really big one... Harry? I need you to run. I would never ask you to do this if it were a normal job, but at the least, I want you to survive. Please, just run and hide. This is much different than before... if I'm gone, you can't go home. Grandmother won't help us, John and Arthur can't assist us, it's just you and me... and you need to stay around, please.
We'll leave the house together, but please don't follow me, okay? [The dog gives a small and sad yip. All B.B. does is pet his head, before calmly walking back. If she were a monster, then it would end soon. It went against what she had said before, what she had told Minatsuki. "If I'm a monster, then I want to be the last to know." She no longer had that type of time.
All that was left to do was attempt to do what the paper had told her. With her basket, weapons in tow. Her red cape and hood tied around her neck.
The monsters had to be hunted down. Tonight.]
[A little girl clears her throat.]
I'm not going to waste your time by saying that I didn't do it again, because it's obvious that I'm too likely a suspect now. To many of you, my death sentence was called for the moment my name was spoken again.
But just as a warning.
I've encountered vampires. Succubi. Reanimated corpses. Demons. Robots. Things that little children like me have nightmares of.
I'm not afraid of you, Mayfield.
[And with the click of the receiver, off she goes into the night. Her dog runs in the other direction, as instructed. As for the girl? She wanders, waiting. Searching.
The hunt was on.]