He laughed. Txxx I had died. I giggled, and she cackled delightedly, squirming in that fat little way babies do. I zipped past my curtains, and plopped into my bed. Go on, Furia, you don’t want to party with me anyway. I cringed back, and ignited both my hands with flame. A beautiful woman. She was dead, but there was enough left to be called ‘life.’ I reached behind her, scooped the pink matter off the pillow, and tossed it into the hole in her head. The atrium was empty when we sprinted into it. “Leveria,” she croaked, “help me.”
“I’m here, Yavara.” I said, watching her dark counterpart as I moved cautiously closer, “I just need you to stay cool, OK?”
“I can’t hold it… feels too good…”
“Stay with
