Chapter 2: Act 1 Ch1

It was a winded night. But under the sound of heavy rain, the stomping of running feet could be heard in conjoinment with the panting of exhausted lungs. 

 

Her weak body was not used to this strenuous exercise. But Angelica could not stop. The moment she did, she knew there was no going back. Not when her escapade alerted the dozens of guards, ready to whisk away her beloveds. 

 

In her arms was a basket, where two carefully concealed bundles emitted small and weak cries. Her heart ached for the desire to comfort her little ones, but time was ticking. The smell of cool, damp air invaded her nose. The freezing air and her rain drenched boots threatened to numb her fragile body. But she had arrived. After mustering all her might to let go of her children to the director, Angelica turned around and– 

 

The sound of a gunshot. 

 

Merciless blood bled into transparent rain. 

 

Angelica’s innocent forest green eyes faded into indifference. Placid like a fish. 

 

An irrevocably hollow body, left without a soul.

 

On this empty night. The sound of a crying child pierced through the sound of falling rain. 

 

Louder.

 

Louder.

 

Louder.

 

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Louder– until it gave way to a shrill scream.

Mikhail woke up breathless, bathed in his own cold sweat. Short, panicked breaths escaped from his throat. A familiar sense of– dryness. Mikhail's heart beat slowed in response. He looked down at his trembling hand, biting his nails into his scarred flesh until marks appeared.

 

Mikhail furrowed his eyebrows, and subconsciously tried to remember his nightmare– to no avail. 

 

He took his time calming down. Mere minutes after his panic, Mikhail slipped into his usual indifferent smile. Like a clown in a circus.

 

A funny red nose.

A wide audience.

 

Parlor tricks, making merry.

 

Superficial enthusiasm. 

 

“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women are merely players.” Shakespeare. 

 

He muttered his mantra underneath his breath. His role was to not wallow in flighty emotions. It was to treat his patients. 

 

He made quick light of his dismal room before getting prepared for work, ignoring the gnawing knot inside his heart. There was simply no time. 

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