Faces and masks: If i'm with you

Part 4

— Well, then, I must help him remember. - his fingers moved slowly toward the pale face of the girl, who was trembling a little as she held Larry tighter to her, but she didn't look away, ready to defend herself.

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"Hey! Larry! Emily! - there was a shout behind them, and the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching.

"Sally!  - shouted the brown hair, snatching the head from the embrace of a friend, — Stay there!

The blue-haired man froze on the stairs, staring with horror in narrowed blue eyes at the scene at the entrance and at the stranger, who for some reason seemed vaguely familiar.

- Guys! -   he tried to run to them, but before a second had passed, the boy and the girl were at their throats, claws raised.

"Hey, Sal. Long time no see. - the long-haired man looked at him as if he had forgotten the existence of the two, but the death grip of the pale, thin hands hidden behind the wide sleeves of his cloak told him otherwise. - "Memory... he said you'd lost it.  Don't tell me you forgot what I said? Sal ... you don't need friends or love. How many times do I have to tell you? You have no right to be friends or to love...

"Shut up! What are you talking about? Let them go! - Sally shouted, clenching his fists.

— You're a puppet of the dark who can't feel the heat." -   the blue-haired man held out his hand in front of him and his "brother" froze in place, bending sharply and clutching his head with his hands, clutching his twisted fingers in the disheveled blue hair. His heart was pounding in his head, and his older brother's words echoed in his head.

- "Stop it!"

"Your body doesn't want anything. Like the heart. She doesn't want.

 - "Stop it!"

- The only pleasure for you...

- "Stop it!"

- Jerk. - Sally is leaning forward, breathing hard. Drops of blood fall from his fingers and long, claw-like fingernails as they slide through his swollen veins.

"Get out," - he whispered hoarsely, without looking up.

- Sal?

Fisher's pale cheeks were streaked with tears, also falling to the floor and merging into tiny pools of blood.  - Brother...

"See?" - the long-haired man's face, despite a few bleeding cuts on his left cheek that stood out against the white skin, was smiling contentedly. He remembered.

"Sally?" -  Larry asked cautiously, not noticing how he squeezed Emily's hand as he slowly rose from his knees. The girl stared at the floor, not daring to look up at Fisher.

- M? -  He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his phone, reading a message. I forgot, I have the same job is not finished! Sal, Amy, I'll be back for you!" — with the "smile" he said, waving goodbye to the brother with one hand, and the second after patting her tousled bangs that only shuddered, still not looking up.

— Not trouble. - the younger man muttered grimly, turning his back on him.

- "Oh, I remember something, Sal! - turned to him on emotional outburst during brother.

"What else?! Get out already! -  Sally shouted, still with her back to him.

— Let me tell you... No, both of you, to say something. Me and you...  - he put his hand on the doorjamb, turning his back to him, letting the wind blow his hair to his shoulder blades and the hem of his cloak.— We cannot escape our fate. It doesn't matter if we're humans or monsters. Not now, not ever... Don't run away, Sal, Amy...

The door slammed behind him.

"Who said I was running, you idiot?  - the younger man called after him.

"He's right... Whoever we are ... whether we remember our history or not ... fate cannot be changed. I knew it when I couldn't remember. Emily thought, clenching her hands into fists.

"Sally?" - timidly has challenged the his brown-haired and each turned his. His gaze went from surprised to pleased, and a smile appeared on his face.

Heh heh... looks Like I got back... he walked over to the girl and put her on top of her head a hand leaned over to look her in the eye, the other hand lifting his bangs from his forehead. She opened her silver eyes, the corners of which glistened with transparent drops. His thumb brushed them away, and the rest rested on his" decorated " dark red cheek, almost like his own.

Watching them, Larry smiled warmly.

- "We're all back. Welcome back, Sally Fisher. My best friend.