Cry baby pt1

[You seem to replace

Your brain with your heart.

You take things so hard

And then you fall apart.] 

 "How do I know it worked if I don't understand how any of this works?" She asked, gesturing to her nape. Hunter followed the movement. 

 Yima sat back down, throwing her body down in frustration. The hard bed hitting her back just as hard leaving her a little sore. 

 "You know nothing," Hunter began, "But yet you fear death."

 Hunter stood up and turned his back on her, facing the tiny window in his room.

 "Why do you fear freedom?" He asked.

 After a brief pause, she replied, "Why do you fear the world so much that you are not willing to gain your freedom instead of waiting for death to give it to you."

 Hunter turned to face her, an amused look on his face. He looked lost in thought as he stared at the space between them. 

 "Are you saying yes to my offer?" He asked. 

  Yima didn't want to stop and think because her good side would find a chance to talk her out of it, "Yes." 

 With a bright smile Hunter went to her and took both her hands in his, she could smell Beth on his clothes, his palms were wet and sticky, probably dried blood and water. Her dried blood.

 "You did the right thing." He said.

 Yima pulled her hands out of his grasp and wiped them. 

 "Tell me about the lines." 

 "Soon, what's your favourite color?" 

 "We don't have to be friends, I'm just here to help you get your revenge." 

 "Thank Surfires nest." 

 "You worship the fallen Gods." 

 "They understand what it's like to once be great." 

 "Can we go back to the lines now?" 

 " Long story short, once Mikl noticed that he was losing the war, he was so desperate that he bribed poor families into selling their babies to him. He and his group conducted various experiments on the children. They took the blood from six people, each having different abilities, mixed it up and injected it into the bloodstream of the pure children." Hunter shook his head before continuing, "They aren't Gods so what they made had an expiration date. That's what those lines are, each time you use your 'ability', you lose a line." 

 Yima focused on her breathing. 

 "Continue." 

 "Your manufacturing date should be somewhere on your body." He said, his head moving around trying to spot it. 

 "On my back," Yima laughed dryly, "You know, I grew up believing that that was my birthday, And each year we celebrated it like fools drunk on compliments." 

 Hunter giggled and Yima smiled despite the confusion swirling in her head at the moment.  There was just too much to think about that her mind just went blank. 

 "Are you okay?" Hunter watched her curiously.

 "Give me a moment." 

 Yima heard a loud knock at the door, followed by another. 

 "It's them." Hunter said and rolled his eyes.

 "Who's them?" Yima asked as she stood up from the hard bed. 

 After a long sigh, Hunter went up to Yima and kissed her deeply. The taste of blood filled her mouth and she tried to push him away but he forced his tongue down her throat. 

 He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her hair down exposing more of her face to him.

 He pulled away and Yima stared at his blood coated lips, he licked it away and said, "Swallow." 

 She did.