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12:03------pp[she takes the bus]qq---

The clock reads 12:03 and it has stopped blinking for some time now.
Q's hand is trembling as she feels metal digging into her palm.
She wanted to scream. She wanted to hit something. She wanted to hit someone.
But, in the end, she knew that wouldn't help.

K: "So, how about it? Do you think you were a good person?"
K: "You said that you followed all of the rules, but you were a criminal."
K: "Can someone who breaks the law really say that?"

Q was surprised that this woman seemed to know everything about her.
Maybe she should have expected it, since the person in front of her was not 'Human.'

Q: "We might not follow the law but we have our own code."

It was true to an extent.
Q belonged to a crime family that followed some pretty classical ideals.
Things like honor were important for these kinds of people.
Families like this had arisen out of a need, and there was a large focus on supporting their communities.
In the end you could say that 'supply and demand' had created a need for this kind of criminal enterprise.
The people in this area were not easy to manage.
Schools often failed students and turned out young adults unprepared to deal with the world.
There weren't many good jobs for law abiding citizens.
The local police weren't funded properly to deal with agitated misanthropes who destroyed their own neighborhood.

Q: "Our code was always to deal with the problems that the rest of society forgot about."

Perhaps this was enough to satisfy K.
Or maybe K had already decided her answer long ago.

K: "You should look for a bus stop nearby. It will take you somewhere nice."
K: "The ferry goes... somewhere a bit more unpleasant."

Q hesitated for a moment. It seemed she wasn't ready to go.
Q was probably thinking if she kept this conversation moving that she could stay here longer.

K: "Now there's something else I must take care of."

The blue eyes of K went the other way and rested on the opposite side of the road.
The ghost departed from the scene and the streetlights brightened.
Someone had put them on mute but they became dim.
Then the street was illuminated with white light again.
Then came the silent cry of the emergency vehicle and the red turning band of color.
The night was like a painting that had been stained by this foreign being.
All of the EMS Workers running back and forth across the scene failed to notice her.
K's very existence was incompatible with reality.
You should expect that any person would have difficulty trying to look at her.
The brain of any normal person would reject what they were seeing.

A man had fallen out of his car.
The door was thrown open and he was laying face down on the sidewalk nearby.
His own vomit had formed a pillow for his face.
The front of his shirt was stained with the disease of guilt he had inflicted upon himself.

K left the body of the woman in the collapsed vehicle and went to join the man.

The emergency workers faded from her view.

The clock reads 12:03, and the moon was fading from view.
The other signs of light had fled and left only this dim reminder that he was still among the world of the living.
His body swelled with a groan as his lungs expanded within his chest.
Then a red fabric like blood draped across the sidewalk.
Her cape was slithering about, this way and that way, as if it had a life of its own.
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