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A Home I Used To Know
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(6 hours after departure) "Colette Peters..." a sinister voice echoes. The sound of it sent chills through her body. Cole groans and slowly lifts her head. Groaning again as soreness was felt in her neck. Caused by her slumped position against the strap of a seatbelt. "My suit..." Cole breathes heavily, realizing her suit was gone and her shoes. Her gaze lifts, for a moment there's a blur of light and shapes. She touches her throbbing head, hissing from the pain of contact. "You sleep like a rock". A voice echoes again, and Cole remembered. Dread swallowed her whole. She was stuck in a moving vehicle with a mad driver and his clinically insane girlfriend."Malum eats it's victims from the inside…" The stranger speaks, leaning back as she picks off parts of Cole's suit. Until it's completely stripped of anything useful. "And you're still alive…" She marvels, casting the rest aside as she leans forward. Cole flinches, hearing parts hit the floor. The madman's girlfriend appears to b
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Eris's voice comes from Vincent's radio as he says something in his native language. Cole listened curiously as Vincent responded, chatting back and forth until Eris finished. Saying: "Entendi, obrigado." "You're so quiet…" Vincent observes, while he carefully wraps her shoulder with new bandages. "Are you in any pain?" He wondered. A look of concern surfacing in his green eyes again. Cole secretly thought his round eyes resembled a timid stray pup. How can a grown man look so… adorable? She stares senselessly into the pair of eyes, admiring the lush green of them. "Cole?" Vincent blinks nervously as he stops what he's doing to look at his patient. "I want to know what's going on", he whispers, "but… it's kinda hard when you don't talk." Cole shifted her gaze at last. Pretending to find the bathroom floor interesting, before she comes up with an answer. "I… It's just… you're so different from Isla… More…" Cole struggles when the heat rises to her cheeks. "More… what?" Vincent's
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