In complete honesty, Deedee felt very.. alone. Everyone else in the pavilion was chattering away with each other, and having Beatrice nearby automatically made the little five-year-old terrified. Not to mention, the whole situation was extremely frightening. Mark hadn't read the invitation to her, so she still didn't understand why she was here. What she was doing here. Why someone would be as horrible as to hold something called a 'Murder Game' - especially after what catastrophe her world had already gone through. She just, for now, assumed that this Beatrice woman was like the people of her village that had tortured her, and the men in green suits that had made her parents die. It made sense, right?
...Well, a lot of things going on around her didn't make sense to the girl.
Were all of these people here Immune, like her? Was this a special place for Immunes? What was the terrifying trick that Beatrice had done that she'd called 'magic'? Hell, the kid hardly knew what the normal things around her- the plants, books, buildings that weren't destroyed, and so much more -were. After all, the Sun Flares had hit the world when she was merely three years old, and they'd taken the majority of civilization down with it. Including most of the paper supply, so it wasn't like she'd even learned to read, either. Of course, the combination of all of this just left the child completely lost, alone, and scared.
But the tears had stopped. She seemed to have put the thoughts about the men in green suits aside, and was back to simply standing aside in silence, feeling alone but not wanting to pester the others. Trina had made her feel like she was very important, and welcomed, but she didn't have that same connection with anyone here just yet. No, the closest thing she had to that right now was her hero. Maybe she hadn't had much time to forge a bond with him like she had with Trina, but he was still treasured dearly by the child. Some kids had 'hero's, sure, like their parents or siblings or idols, but Deedee... She had a
real hero. Someone who saved her and protected her at all costs, even risking his life to do so more than once. He, along with Trina, was the closest thing she'd had to family ever since hers had been killed and/or ran off. He truly was all the girl had left.
So when she spotted his corpse, fresh blood still covering him, and his jaw and head torn away from his body? It was like the child's very world had been crushed.
The child could practically feel her heart being ripped in half. It was like Mark had taken a large portion of her heart with him when he'd passed on with him. She wasn't even aware of it, but she'd scrambled over to Mark's corpse, sinking to her knees at his side and shaking him lightly, tears pouring down her face more intensely than ever. "Mark.. P-please wake up..." she whimpered, her seldom-used voice cracking with those words.
Please, Mark.. Momma and pappa left, Ricky hates me, and Trina's gone, too.. I.. I don't want to lose you, too... "Please..."
But she knew Mark wasn't coming back. He wasn't waking up.
The Immune's small head sank down, coming to rest on Mark's arm... Where she stayed still, the only movement that came being result of the sobs violently wracking her body. Her tears were falling down rapidly onto Mark's arm, but the little girl hardly registered this. Hell, she barely even noticed the people investigating Mark's corpse around her. All that was getting through her head in that moment was the world-shattering reality of what had happen. Just like she'd had her family stolen from her those couple months ago, Mark had now been stolen from her, too. It wasn't
fair. What had Mark done to deserve this? Sure, he was starting to have small bouts of insanity, but they were brief, and only directed at the bad men. But other than those brief episodes.. Mark was amazing. Kind, affectionate, brave, caring... Everything that a hero should be.
She didn't want to believe he was gone. Not in the slightest. No, she wanted to believe the exact opposite - but she knew from the pain in her heart, the tears in her eyes, and the lack of warmth from the arm her head rested on that he was gone. Her hero had fallen, and it was like she had fallen, with him. Like something inside of Deedee was now dead, too.
Unlike her last few little bouts of tears, this seemed like a full-out breakdown. Yes, that was a good word for it - this occurrence had broken Deedee. And it'd take a hell of a lot to fix her again, this time around...
@Eugh no one @Or people around Mark's body I guess
