They stumble at first, getting used to their new state, to a body that doesn't work the way it's supposed to and then, as the mask sets into place, suddenly does. They cough at the billowing smoke more out of an old reflex than because it's necessary.
They can feel that they're alone, despite the darkness spilling in. Something had gone off before the strange machines and strange people had finished their...disposals.
(They try not to think about it. They try not to think about limp bodies and broken masks, the horror of those brief flickers of consciousness immediately snuffed out.)
Light burns. They have to get out.
A small figure comes hurtling through the flames. Though it confuses their senses, they know where darkness is, and where it is not, and that helps them to navigate away and out.
But - who is this, stumbling around? Not the scientists responsible for them, not the strange people who had given them life and watched them behind glass. This one is carrying someone else, while trying to get out themselves.
The nameless shadow makes a decision.
They take hold of Talon's hand, leading him out towards the night, where they know the light that hurts them is weaker. Through burning passageways and over fallen debris, until darkness and cold washes over them like a balm and they're outside.
They cough, quietly at first, then louder, finding that even if they're not really hurt by smoke, their body still rejects it with violence. Still struggling for a breath that they don't strictly need. ]
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They stumble at first, getting used to their new state, to a body that doesn't work the way it's supposed to and then, as the mask sets into place, suddenly does. They cough at the billowing smoke more out of an old reflex than because it's necessary.
They can feel that they're alone, despite the darkness spilling in. Something had gone off before the strange machines and strange people had finished their...disposals.
(They try not to think about it. They try not to think about limp bodies and broken masks, the horror of those brief flickers of consciousness immediately snuffed out.)
Light burns. They have to get out.
A small figure comes hurtling through the flames. Though it confuses their senses, they know where darkness is, and where it is not, and that helps them to navigate away and out.
But - who is this, stumbling around? Not the scientists responsible for them, not the strange people who had given them life and watched them behind glass. This one is carrying someone else, while trying to get out themselves.
The nameless shadow makes a decision.
They take hold of Talon's hand, leading him out towards the night, where they know the light that hurts them is weaker. Through burning passageways and over fallen debris, until darkness and cold washes over them like a balm and they're outside.
They cough, quietly at first, then louder, finding that even if they're not really hurt by smoke, their body still rejects it with violence. Still struggling for a breath that they don't strictly need. ]