Forgotten childhood memories

An escort? He frowned a little. It seemed like a risky approach and he wasnt sure if it felt too hasty. She explained further and he just breathed out deeply, shrugging lightly. “I dont know how that shit works. Maybe Dove knows more.” He said, knowing that Dove did what she did to gain favours. A part of him didnt want to think that it could be that it was exactly what she was doing with Eugene, but he wasnt one to judge, not really at least.
“If all else goes wrong, just be your natural self. You’re not all knuckles and rage.” He said with a scoff. Sure, she could be a hothead with a bad temper, but it wasnt just that. Though the thought of her having to flirt, was not something Victor enjoyed. He could only push the feeling away as it was new and yet to happen, and because he had to. “I’ll see how the love doves are doing.” He said to get his mind on something else, going up into Eugene’s room. Dove was just sitting by his side, cleaning his face with a wet cloth. “I dont understand what has happened.” She mumbled, knowing Victor had entered. “And I dont know if he’s getting better or worse…”

Dove had gone to wash the cloths she had been using to keep Eugene clean. She didnt really hear him call out the first time, but the second time she did. She got up and went to see him, frowning as she was sure he was supposed to stay in bed. “How… what’s going on?” She asked, feeling so confused. How could he be walking around when he had clearly been sick? She moved closer, carefully reaching out to cup his face in her hands. But the moment her hands touched his skin, it was like accidentally touching an overcharged outlet. She was zapped, far stronger than just touching someone that had been rubbing their socks on a rug. He probably felt it too, the intensity of it all. She fell over, gasping and shaking as her body was in shock. She didnt even know if her heart was still beating.

She was moved but it wasnt like the change from the floor to the couch changed the fact that she was going through seizures, uncontrollably shaking and gasping shallow and weak. She heard him call but it wasnt like she could do much. The seizures eventually stopped, her body exhausted and weird. She didnt understand what was happening and it was so scary. “Eugene…” she mumbled faintly, looking in his direction but it was like she couldnt fully see him. She felt paralyzed and stumped, not even able to decide when she wanted to blink. Her eyes felt like they were slowly drying up. “Are you okay?” She whispered faintly and weak. In the end, she only cared about him and his wellbeing.

Her body slowly began to hurt while the shock was leaving. She was however pretty strong, even if she felt like crying, she wouldnt. “Just hold my hand. And be nice like you’ve always been.” She told him, wanting to move her hand by herself but not being able to. She didnt even care if he would zap her again, it would be fine in her head. “You are one of the kindest men I’ve ever spent my time with. And I was really liking the idea… of just being some housewife, helping out and keeping clean. Thank you.” She whispered. She knew she was dying, there was no way around it.

It was nice to feel his warmth and comfort, but she began feeling nothing at all, slowly but surely. She chuckled softly at his plea but it was cut short quick. “And you worried that you would go first.” She remarked, feeling her heart beat faster but it was like it was pumping blood into nowhere. She didnt quite know why it felt that way but it was too late to question anything. She just listened to him in her last moments before she passed quietly, as if she had just fallen asleep.

It was Victor who came by next morning to discover what had happened. Frowning he stood over her corpse wondering what could have gone wrong. But then he decided. It was better to get rid of her before Raven could know. How would she be able to focus on her mission if her flock was dying? He hadnt really said a single word. Not until later.
And when he did, it of course had to be him barking orders. “Dont tell Raven.” Victor told Eugene as they stood by the manmade grave. He looked to Eugene with a serious look in his eyes. “I will let her know when the time is right.”

“That would be good for hiding them. The less people see of them, the less we have to worry about scavengers and muggers.” He said with a sigh. There were also the gangs but that was a completely different headache. Sure, Winston had been a thorn in his side, but he had also kept order somewhat in the area. He took the key as Eugene handed it to him and went to the cabinet. Opening it, he was surprised to see the bombs. But he also smiled. “I guess we dont have to worry as much about masks with these. How do they work?” He asked, taking out one to inspect. It seemed like some sort of puzzle and Victor wasnt exactly a tech savvy, at least not if he had to navigate himself.
“Are you fit to go? Or would you like to rest first?” He asked. It would have been easier, had Dove still been here. She had seemed to know when Eugene needed something, better than Victor ever could or cared to.

The small bomb was snatched from his hand and he looked at the human with a frown. Why had he shown him these if they were not for being used? That was silly, at least if you asked Victor. “You seem to forget that down in The Blocks, the only way to survive is to fight back.” He reminded him. But for all Victor knew, Eugene might as well have been from Churchill.
He let him pack a satchel and once that was done, they could go. The first place Victor decided to go to was the place that had caught attention. It had been a minor explosion inside of a tunnel, no one getting hurt but a shipment that Victor had wanted had been destroyed. But it wasnt just someone messing up his shipments that was the weird part. It was the text on the wall by the destroyed shipment. Reaching there, he looked at the words again. TRAITORS in a glowing red, like someone had mixed glowlights with blood and smeared it out on the wall. He bumped into some scrap, leaning down to pick it up. “It’s got her inscriptions all over it. But I have never seen her make anything like this before.” He said, gesturing to the outline of the blast. He turned the piece in an idle manner to realize there was a letter on the back of it. He frowned. “E?” He said, looking at it before showing Eugene.

Something they had made together? And when would that have been something that could cause this much damage? But Victor agreed to collecting the scraps and he did that as Eugene headed out. Down in The Blocks, it could be snowing and still when evening slowly came, so did a slightly thick fog. Eugene would find himself surrounded by it, but it shouldnt be that dangerous here. Except that a few steps were heard, light and quick as they passed him just to stop not far from him. He would probably be able to see the outline of someone, how they turned to look his way. Whoever it was, they had been watching them, listening to what they had said. And just then, the shape began moving, fast steps away.
Victor would come out with the scraps he had been instructed to collect in a dirty sack he had found.

He frowned as the human took tge sack without a word. Frankly Eugene seemed a little distraught but Victor felt quite sure that they couldnt be in any kind of danger here. He didnt follow Eugene but rather went back in to look for more clues. Something just didnt add up, how someone seemed to view him as a traitor. He looked at the text, touching it before smelling it. He couldnt figure out what it was. He moved and hadnt even realized the tripwire he walked into and brokez. He just stood for a bit in this thoughhts before something slowly rolled at him, unfolding to look like something that had a head and hands. It began chuckling in a mechanic voice, the hands clapping together before it exploded, spreading a thicker, more annoying type of gas. The boom was quite loud.

The yell wasnt answered but the figure was was. As if they had backtrailed as soon as they had gotten out of sight. It was a small figure, wearing a large hoodie with blood on the sleeve, hood up. They even wore an mask and some welding goggles to remain anonymous. Stepping closer, her grey eyes had a bit of shine to them behind the glass now that she had been inhaling her own fog. “I’m Jane?” She chuckled, to then look at Victor. She grabbed a thing from her belt, as if she wanted to just finish the job then and there.