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Morning never comes well for you, but this day leaves you wishing you had died the day before. Who would have thought you would ever get hurt. Who would have thought you would ever have serious scars. In the 18 months you have been venturing forth into this neo-gothic world of metal and mayhem you have seen many people die of carelessness and now you have almost fallen victim to the same thing.
You weren’t on your guard yesterday. You haven’t been on your guard at all lately. You put your trust blindly in people you have no reason to trust at all. Sure Leto and Adam seem like okay people, but they are still in this business for themselves, not for you or Iris.
The thought of Iris sends a sharp twitch of pain through your side, there were the bullet caught you. It’s been a long time since you have seen her, and it has been a long time since you thought about her. You catch yourself thinking some horrible things about how it might be better if the doctors would just give up on her and send her peaceful on her way.
No! If she couldn’t count on you to try your hardest to get her out of there, then who could she trust? The closest thing she could trust was the person who put her into the damn coma in the first place...or is it the bald elf that hasn’t taken the responsibility upon himself to take up the daddy-task completely? No, you are the only one there for Iris, and as far as you are concerned she is the only one there is for you.
As fast as your foul mood arrived it leaves again as the special cybernetic receptors in your inner ear adjust to the shifts of sound levels and let you pick up noise coming from the living room. That’s right, you fell asleep with Leto in your bed. He must still be around.
Slowly you stand up and walk towards your closet. You retrieve a nice comfy robe that came with the apartment. You voice a command that keys a reaction from your window that adjusts the level of shading. You are now able to see the kind of shit weather that Seattle has in store for you the coming few days. You see a vortex of dark clouds coming together over the Seattle Bay Area. Lightning ripples along the clouds outward…the twisting clouds remind you of your new scar; thank god it’s not a large one.
You turn around and walk towards the living room and you see Leto crouching by a spill of soy-drink. He’s cleaning it up with a rag he found. He has his back turned towards you and you can see the many lacerations on his back. He turns around as you approach and you see a strange deeply sad look in his eyes.
Absently you walk over to the ferroplast table standing surrounded by comfortable couches. You decide to sit down for a moment to let the wound at your side rest for a bit. You notice that a small red indicator light is blinking on your phone. You pick it up, feeling the smooth metallic blue surface and plug in the earpiece. You see the display indicating you missed a call at 1:27 PM this afternoon.
You call your mailbox and listen to the introductory message. Then you hear the voice of Nick. He’s speaking softly and a bit dazed.
"Nina, this is Nick...there’s no real good way to tell you this....but Iris is missing. They found her missing early this morning....surveillance tapes show her walking out of the hospital...and...LoneStar is investigating it. Their out searching downtown...so don’t worry...we’ll find her...she awake Nina...she’s awake."
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