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Kitti
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The words fell like droplets of blood from the lips of Zypher and Kitti imagined them staining once pale skin red with their taint, the tint of such a secret kept quiet for so long. She could not move at first, the words broke her and they drained her, they destroyed and they rebuilt feelings faster than she could categorize them. She was in shock and her battered frame felt suddenly very distant from the thoughts that were racing through her head. She tried to piece it all together, that Fluffy was still alive in some form, in this form, in the form of this monster incarnate that had destroyed so many. It could not possibly be.
Still, there was the nagging suspicion that perhaps he spoke the truth. Rory had forsaken Kitti, forsaken everyone, and gone into hiding. Working for the system that oppressed, no less, and for what reason? What method was there to this madness? For all madness had a core, a pearl at the center whose presence was concealed and wholly different from the outside and what purpose had that been? Rory had simply betrayed them all, it had seemed, and for what? Could this be the truth? Was he preserving that which would keep Fluffy alive in any form? Did he know now, what she had become? Certainly, he had seen what Kitti had become, and Kitti wondered briefly if she held the same shame for him. Was she too a monster, twisted by the cycle? But such selfish thoughts could not abide. She could not focus on her own anger and insecurity when there was so much afoot.
A painful cough wracked Kitti's body and brought her sharply, painfully, back to the reality. She twisted in place, searching with her hands through the wreck for Zypher. She would pull her travel companion from the vehicle with her before pursuing those things which must be done. Her hands, however, found only a smooth plane of stony features, frozen and unyielding. Kitti swore loudly, though there was no one to hear her, and she pressed against the crushed hunk of metal, trying to find any weakened spots of gaps through which she could crawl. Her sides were throbbing dully with pain and her breathing labored, but she could only find irony in the possibility of this being the wound which ended her life. The haunted creature who had tried so hard before struck down in a moment of true determination, when she was searching still for her purpose.
Such irony was not meant to be, however, and she managed to find the gap between the now shattered windshield of the car and the ground, obscured as it might be by the crumpled hood of the car. Steeling herself for the pain to follow, she pulled herself, crawling, through the space. Bits of broken glass still clinging to the frame raked across her skin and left slender cuts across her arms and the exposed skin on her back. She clenched her teeth and continued moving. The blood slithered over her skin and left trails until they ran to her clothing, her wings, or dripped onto the ground. Finally, after a few seconds that seemed like hours, she drug herself fully from the car's mutilated frame. The parched grass and dirt beneath her felt welcoming and she sprawled over it, allowing herself a moment's rest. The scratches left by the glass were mercifully not deep and she could feel them mending slowly as the blood across them dried. She felt her ribs gingerly. They felt bruised, but not broken. Still, broken or not, they would take much longer to heal and there was no time for that.
Pushing off from the ground to regain her feet, Kitti took a moment to assess Zypher's words. Lead her to the tower. The tower? Why would the goddess need to be at the tower? And could she truly trust the words of a half-dead soul claimed by the Medusa? And how was she to lead Medusa anywhere? Baiting? She didn't even know how to find her. So many variables, so many unanswered questions, so much left unsaid. She wanted to shake Zypher, to shake Rory, ask them why no one had told her. And what of this goddess? If it was truly Fluffy... no, that much she did not believe. The gentle, determined soul who had sacrificed herself to bring peace could not remain still, to take the lives of those whom she deemed a wasted cause.
Struggling with these thoughts, Kitti swayed in place, her gaze skyward. The whole thing seemed to be a beautiful tapestry unraveling at both ends, unable to keep its tangled strings from intertwining with one another any longer. If she was to lead to the tower, she decided finally, she would need to be there and it was the only step she could think to take now. The tower was the center of it all, for reasons Kitti did not know. A place full of secrets and veiled truths, to be sure.
Glancing back regretfully at the destroyed vehicle one last time, Kitti turned away and began to clamber as fast as she could manage back to the road where the turmoil seemed a world away from this almost peaceful scene of ending. Zypher was entombed now, in the mangled remains of her car. It was not a poetic death, not the death that might have been chosen, but it was entirely his own. She would leave him to it.
The others seemed to have taken no notice of the disappearance of the front flanking car, assuming them both dead, she supposed. She could not blame them, they had a mission in mind and a purpose of their own. Kitti would have to take the long way to the tower, unless she could find another car to rig the same way she'd watched Ryker's men do it. Couldn't be that hard, really, if only she could find a car to assume possession of. There wasn't much time left, now, at the ending of all things. Whatever happened, after this day, things would inevitably be changed, and she needed to be there and influence that change.
Every fiber of her being seared with pain as Kitti set off down the road, trying to sprint and only half-managing it, leading to a strangely uneven gait. She would make it to the tower, though, before the others had the chance to destroy everything. Even if she didn't know what to believe, there was no salvation in hiding away to think while others acted. She set her gaze on the tower looming in the distance and put every ounce of her energy into surging towards it. The razbots seemed to have dissipated for the most part, a happy circumstance given her current state, though she was likely to find more resistance the closer she got. It did not matter, though. The tower was in her sights.