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Kennedy lifted her frail body, almost weightless with the absence of her bright life. His whole body sagged, face going pale as he held her close in a crushing hug that she would never return again. Strong arms positioned her in a bridal carry, her chin length hair swaying with his haggard movements.Kennedy stood there, drenched in lake water and his own failures, for what seemed like an eternity before he moved to go back to land. As soon as he turned around the small body began to droop and drip in globs back into the clear water. He stood there, dazed with his arms still holding where she was as two murky hands attached to two swampy arms, attached to a disgusting replica of his sister’s smiling face, reached out and covered his mouth.“Come back big bro. Why won’t you save me? Why do you keep trying to kill me?” Her tone was playful yet cruel as the tiny limbs yanked backwards to drag the man into the cold depths. Kennedy could do nothing but stare up at the blue sky with the one cloud that looked like a dolphin lazily drifting past as his body was engulfed.Kennedy shot upwards, his body drenched in sweat, sticking his long hair to his face and neck as broken sobs and heavy pants left his lungs. It was the same dream. Always the same dream.A gentle being stirred beside him in bed. Ruby red hair tumbled as a golden eye peeked up at him full of concern. A pale arm drifted across him and pulled his partner closer to snuggle against his waist.No. It wasn’t the same as always. Rusty was here. He wasn’t alone anymore. He gazed down at his companion with hazy eyes and a tired smile.“Thank you, love.”And with that he laid back down to try to rest more.

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The light blaring from the ceiling bore into the lids of Logan’s closed eyes. With a muffled groan they peeled them open only to squint and glare at the sudden rush of pain. They moved to sit up from their bed, or tried to, their arms were secured to a metal sheet. Their whole body throbbed with pain they had never experienced before, hazing their mind so they could barely wonder where they even were.“What?” Their voice came out as a raspy croak that they instantly regretted as their throat tightened and spasmed, forcing them to cough violently. Once Logan had regained some control of their breathing they scanned what they could of the room they were in. Cold walls and one large window, a metal bed that they were strapped to, and so many monitors, all hooked up to their thin arms. They twisted before being startled by a soothing voice.“Calm down. You’re life is already so pitifully short. If you damage our body I’ll make you pay.” It said. The tone soft and smooth but altogether threatening. It was too sweet, sickeningly so, like a rotten apple.Logan glanced around frantically, seeing no one around them before calling out.“Who are you? Where am I? Where are you?” The only reply was a soft but condescending chuckle before their mind went blank again. They were forced to lay there and watch as a figure seemingly emerged from their own body, forming into horns and a grotesque grin, too many teeth, too much joy for this situation, and a scent of something sour that they would soon learn was the aroma of flesh.“We are Plague.” Was spoken so surely that Logan almost felt secure when they fell unconscious again.

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