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The room doesn't scare her. The words on the walls are incomprehensible, the stains and bedframes unrecognizable. After all, the wards Elle was kept in were immaculately clean.

Yet this time, when her skin starts sparking, she keeps her eyes closed.

Maybe there is something she's scared of. Or she just needs to think without distraction.

But if she's trying to feign unconsciousness, the sparks are enough to betray her.

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Ava pauses.

"Well he won't be happy."

This is low, aiming for light but not really making it.

"That's not my problem."

She doesn't manage to make it sound as flippant as it should be, either.

"Maybe not," she admits.

She looks a little abstracted, her gaze shifting aimlessly from Elle to the walls to the setup of the room.

After a moment it settles back on Elle.

"I guess if he doesn't like you, there's a whole bar full of people back over there."

Elle looks down to the floor.

"Do any of them want to save you as much as I do?"

(Not did.)

She blinks.

From ...? may be the obvious question here.

But if she's asking, it's only with her eyes.

But Elle's not looking at her eyes.

"I'm sorry."

She slumps a little against the bedframe.

"I don't know what to do now."

Ava hesitates.

you're one microscopic cog

in his catastrophic plan

"There's nothing you can do, Elle."

Her eyes stay down.

Dully, "Are you going to bring that to me?"

A glance to the paper bag.

"Kinda risky to do it myself."

She wrinkles her nose.

"I was thinking I'd get a friend."

one two
A friend..?
I'm coming for you

Her skin lights up with sparks, and Elle twists her hands to take hold of the metal, trying to steady herself.

But she can't do anything about the cold now - only her grip on the bedframe keeps her from trembling, and she begins breathing quickly, the voltage around her only increasing.

She finally looks to Ava - not afraid, but very uncertain.

Ava had meant a demon friend, but when Elle looks to her, a faint shudder runs through her-- an echo of whatever ripple is passing through the hospital.

Elle's sparks comfort her, in a way.

At least they make noise.

"I have to," she says, distant, and steps fully into the room. Her free hand gestures limply to the bed. "I can't bend those."

She winces, the same smoky little-girl form drifting up from the floorboards.

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An arc flares from Elle's shoulder up to the ceiling.

She doesn't say anything, but also (maybe deliberately) doesn't look at the demon.

Ava's watching both carefully.

Just the arms.

Her control is pretty nuanced, but demons are not naturally gentle by any stretch of the imagination. The twists of metal binding Elle's wrists are untwisted, then wrenched aside.

The moment her wrists are free, Elle aim and fires bright white arcs across the room toward Ava.

At the same time, the sparks along Elle surge, forcing her to squint against the light and causing her to tremble slightly as she moves.

Well she kinda saw that comi--

"Nngh!"

Ava moves but not fast enough, and startlingly bad pain lances up her arm. The paper bag falls to the floor.

The demon flickers, but stabilizes quickly; in the same instant, its claws slash out at Elle's arm.

Elle cries out, but still raises her free arm to try to fire another arc toward Ava, this one bright blue.

Ava hits the floor hard, her wounded arm screaming with another sharp echo of hurt.

"Sparky--"

She flings out her own free arm.

The demon that is staticking in and out of view coils its smoky arms around Elle, as if it were giving her a very unfriendly and sulfurous hug.

The sparks don't dissipate, but Elle only struggles against the smoke for a minute before she slumps again.

Her adrenaline draining, the pain in her slashed arm because much more acute, but she can't reach for it, and can't stop the sparks along her skin from snapping over it.

So hr eyes fall to the floor, and the new bloodstain she's going to leave on it.

She may be slumping, but Ava's not about to let her go.

That's exactly what she'd do in Elle's place, if she was gonna stage another attack.

Ava staggers up, clutching her own wounded arm.

She bites her lip to keep in the noises-- they'd be whimpers and swearing, but she manages to tamp them down to a series of pained, unsteady breaths.

The demon stays in place.

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Elle keeps her eyes down.

Eventually, she pulls her legs up, but it's all she can do to curl around her wound.

It's a long while before Ava can focus on anything but how much her arm fucking hurts.

But then her eyes narrow at the demon.

Slowly, slower than the first few times, another trickle of smoke materializes into a second little girl: tangled hair, dusty dress. Very sharp claws.

This one sweeps through the room, snatching up discarded twists of metal.

Elle glances up at the noise.

But her eyes don't stay on the demon. Instead, she looks back to Ava.

Weakly, "Is he gonna like this?"

"I'll tell him I tried."

Ava looks a little pale-- understandable, perhaps, given the recent injury. But she also looks apprehensive, even scared.

"Just go."

But it's not angry. Her voice is quiet again, and as she speaks, she glances around the room, as if to try to see if anyone else is there.

It's conspiratorial.

"Just get out now."