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Red And Blue

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Clarabelle woke up five kilometres away from where she should be. The cinema was a while away so she caught the bus. She annoyed the driver by putting her ID card where the credit card should go, and she played with the side of the chair, and broke it. She got pushed off the bus five hundred metres, so she walked the rest of the way. She found that Kenspeckle's car was still there, so she went in.

Nothing prepared her for what she was going to see. Nothing at all.

"Kenspeckle?" She shouted, but there was no response. All the rooms were empty, and, even though Clarabelle didn't notice this, there was a faint smell in the air.

The smell of blood.

"Kenspeckle? Where are you? You're scaring me." She opened closed doors and found a room that wasn't locked.

She stepped inside and died.

There, lying on the table, was Kenspeckle, lying in a pool of blood. His own blood. His eyes were bloodshot and there were many bite marks and holes in his body. His half open mouth was dripping with blood. His once white hair had blood in it, and on his chest, there was the biggest hole, one about ten centimetres in diameter, and Clarabelle knew that was where the heart was meant to be.

The heart lay on the floor five metres away.

Clarabelle screamed and sank to her knees. Many tears came and she couldn't stand. Her friend was dead, her mentor, her hero. She now had no life, no person to go back to. Even though Clarabelle was dumb, she did know that this was the end of her life.

There was no metaphor in this. This was surely the end of her career, and she knew that somehow, she caused this. Something with the Remnants that she overheard Kenspeckle and the gang talking about.

Maybe she did this.

The thought flickered into her head and it just seemed, wrong. Unreal. But, she knew it was right. She did this. She never knew she could, but she knew the science of the Remnants. They come into any body and change them, make them evil. An evil Clarabelle did this, and killed the only person she really cared about.

What would Valkyrie and the others would say? Would they forgive her? Would they forget the whole thing. No. Valkyrie loved Kenspeckle as much as Clarabelle did. She wouldn't be forgiven easily.

Clarabelle stood up and ran. She ran as far as she could. She didn't stop until nightfall, and she found the back of a shop for shelter. It was cold and it was heavily raining. The rain caused Clarabelle to cry even more. She reached into her pocket to check how much money she had. Five hundred dollars. She knew what she needed to do.

Red was once her favourite colour. Now it definitely wasn't.

She was going to dye her hair blue.

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