I'M YOUR PUPPET; invincible

chapter 5

    Turning back, arms lowering to her sides, her gaze found the two remaining targets. They looked young, but she knew they were not. Like Immortal, their lives were extended. Today would be their last.

    She wasted not a moment as she lunged. Right arm swinging, they reacted, fighting back. She grinned.

    Reaching under the nearest target, she lifted her hand and grasped their hair as their body turned into the punch. With her tight grip, she flipped their bodies, her chest facing their back. Throwing her arm forward, she slammed them into the ground, lifting their head. Then ramming it into the ground. Time and time again. Repeating her actions until, a moment later, the body went still.

    One left.

    She turned to them, watching how they pushed themself into the nearest wall, as if it would protect them.

    "Please, I won't—I'll leave. I'll just leave."

    She shook her head. "That's not going to work."

    Their expression turned angry. Face red, eyes wide, brows furrowed. "Do you know who we are? We've been alive long before you were even a possibility!"

    "See," Lightwalker shrugged, "I don't really care who the fuck you are."

    A step later, one faster than they would ever be able to distinguish, they were dead. Stomach ripped open, intestines and organs loosely falling onto the floor.

    She cringed, stepping back. "Gross."

    She looked down, watching how the crimson liquid dripped from her hands. It was splattered across her body—she could feel it. Warm and sticky, it clung to her.

    With a sigh, she looked to the sky. To the clouds as they slowly moved above her. As if everything was right in this world. Like there was not evil crawling under her skin, growing closer to the surface every day she pulls her uniform on.

    In truth, she just didn't want to feel. None of it. She didn't want the doubt or the guilt. She didn't want the thoughts or the ache of her body after.

    She almost wished she were numb.

It took her less than two minutes to arrive at her house. Pushing through the back door, she paused. Stopped in the doorway, she looked around, feeling her breath fall short.

    "Hello?" She precautionarily called out.

    Her breath loosened at the sudden movement of a familiar face down the stairs.

    Mark stopped at the base of the staircase, hand still clutching the rail. He smiled awkwardly. "Sorry for scaring you."

    Then he paused. Gone deathly still, his eyes scanned her entire body. Taking it in. The slightly torn suit, the blood. The mess in its entirety.

    "Are you okay?" He asked.

    Loren nodded. "Yeah. I'm fine." She stepped further into the house, closing the door behind her. "Just had to do something for the GDA."

    Mark nods absentmindedly, still just staring at her. Stunned. Maybe even worried.

    "Are you sure you're okay?"

    She looked over her shoulder. "Yes, Mark. The blood isn't mine."

    That changed something, then. A shift in the air. In whatever there was between them. His brows furrowed, drawing nearer to each other. His eyes almost seemed pinched, like he couldn't quite decide whether to speak or not.