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[/url][/CENTER][indent][sub][COLOR=#FF7514][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]Southern Plateau[/I] - [I]Dundas Island, Pacific Ocean[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=#ff7514][b]Hope In Hell #2.020:[/b][/COLOR] [I]Just A Rat In A Cage[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][COLOR=#AC0D01][SUP][sub]____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sub][/SUP][/COLOR][INDENT][sub][color=#ff7514][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] [I]N/A[/I][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][COLOR=#FF7514][b]Previously:[/b][/COLOR] [color=GRAY][I]Despite All My Rage[/I][/color][/right][/SUP]
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Katja kept her eyes on the airborne Rory only to see if he’d hit the place she had aimed at or whether she had to try and catch him and go for another round. Seeing him burst through the girders and hearing Haven take flight after him was enough for her to focus her attention to her own immediate concerns. The flames were approaching at a rapid pace and while she was sure she could withstand the damage for a while, she didn’t look forward to experiencing her skin burning for the second time within twenty four hours.

Running up to the wall closest to her, she formed a claw with her hand and dug it deep into the concrete. She had expected her fingers to be met with the rigid and cold, but in the end futile, resistance of the concrete wall. Instead, after she pierced a thin layer of the solid facade, her fingers felt something completely different.

Instead it was soft, squishy even. And it felt wet, very wet. 

Despite the odd feeling of the wall Katja still tried to hoist herself up, but the brittle piece of concrete could not support her weight and was torn clean off the wall. Katja took a quick look at the small chunk of wall in her hand, turning it around to see a dark liquid cover the back of it, as well as the tips of her fingers. That very same liquid started oozing out of the newly created hole. She initially thought it was more oil, as the dim lighting mixed with the oncoming inferno didn’t provide a very clear illumination of it. 

But then came the smell. It was a repugnant odor that overwhelmed the senses even more than the machine oil that had been omnipresent this entire time. A smell that humans were instinctually hard coded to associate with calamity and abhorrence. A sickening smell that almost made Katja retch.

She brought her fingers closer, trying to confirm what she had already begun to fear to be the case. Rubbing that fluid between her index and thumb, she saw that it wasn’t actually black, as she had initially suspected, but a very, very dark shade of red.

The color of old blood.

She looked up at the gap she’d torn in the wall. The liquid was still trickling out of it at a slow but steady pace.

A sense of dread slowly washed over her, but she couldn’t stop herself. Curiosity had gotten the better of her as she gripped the thin concrete at the lower end of the small hole. Sensing the heat of the flames approaching she had no time to delay. So she yanked at the concrete with great force, tearing a large slab off the wall with very little effort and allowing her to bear witness to whatever secret it had been hiding.

Katja beheld it. 

She registered it.

And she let out a blood-curdling scream


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