"I want_" he stopped. "Never mind what I want...." His voice was quieter now.
"What do you want?"
"You. Always you!"
📍MATURE CONTENT📍
Part one: Half my soul.
Part two: she's no angel, he's no saint.
Part three: Dark paradise.
Part four: Tattered...
Darling, darling, oh, turn the lights back on now Watching, watching, as the credits all roll down Crying, crying, you know we're playing to a full house, house No heroes, villains, one to blame While wilted roses fill the stage And the thrill, the thrill is gone Our debut was a masterpiece But in the end for you and me Oh, the show, it can't go on We used to have it all, but now's our curtain call So hold for the applause, oh And wave out to the crowd, and take our final bow Oh, it's our time to go, but at least we stole the show At least we stole the show At least we stole the show At least we stole the show At least we stole the show At least we stole the show Darling, darling, you know that we are sold out This is fading, but the band plays on now We're crying, crying, so let the velvet roll down, down No heroes, villains, one to blame While wilted roses fill the stage And the thrill, the thrill is gone Our debut was a masterpiece Our lines we read so perfectly But the show, it can't go on We used to have it all, but now's our curtain call So hold for the applause, oh And wave out to the crowd, and take our final bow Oh, it's our time to go, but at least we stole the show At least we stole the show At least we stole the show At least we stole the show Stole the show At least we stole the show Stole the show At least we stole the show
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Nina's scalp itched beneath her wig, and she'd paired it with a dowdy gown. For once, she didn't want to draw attention. Kaz had chosen the establishments with care. She opened the glass case in her pocket and focused on the black cells within it. She could recall the chill of the morgue, the stink of death, standing over the dead man's body.
As she'd once used her power to heal or rend skin, she had concentrated on those decaying cells, she brush against the wheel broker hand, sending those dying cells up his fingers, letting them multiply over his healthy skin.
"Your hand!" exclaimed a woman. "There's something on it."
Nina flexed her fingers, and the cells crawled up bursting in a black stain. Someone screamed, and the players backed away from him. Hidden by the crowd, Nina swept her arm through the air and a cluster of the cells jumped to a woman beside the wheel.
Now the screams were spreading. Nina watched the terror take on its own momentum. People raced for the doors, shoving one another out of the way. Nina went with them. It had been the same at everyone of her stops, the slow bleed of fear that crested so suddenly to full-blown panic. And now, at last, she heard the siren.
