Melissa staggered forward again with trembling hands. Voicing the exact, panicked thought that Calypso was having at that moment.
“What’s happening to me, guys--?”
“Just calm down, Melissa—” Gale tried to ease. And yet a swing and a miss.
There was no human that ever responded to “calm down” well… What stood before them was someone like them now.
An unstable hybrid.
“J-just tell me—PLEASE JUST—” Melissa wasn’t struggling to say words due to her malnourished state or injuries anymore, but emotions she could express, that was bottled up, just outpouring now. “Just tell me what the fuck’s going on, please—"
“Looklooklooklook…” Gale stringed together that word in a hurry, waving her eyes. “We might have an idea, but this is just as shocking—and surprising—we had no idea that this was happening to you—"
“SAY IT THEN!”
Melissa balled her raw-injured fists, the holes in them were nearly gone at this point.
Calypso gulped at the idea that another Consumed was on par with her in healing.
There was really nothing else to do.
Once again, letting Fate or whatever may be, the skeletal monster girl allowed her compromised arm to transform. And immediately, rushed over to Melissa and clunked her on the head as hard as she could.
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Melissa fell face-first onto the ground. Unconscious, but twitching every so often.
“…I don’t know what upsets me more—doing that to an innocent girl or the fact that it worked at all,” Calypso shook her head. “Human heads aren’t these light switches one could just—turn off--"
“CALYPSO. GRIMES—” Gale huffed out.
Calypso rose three fingers towards her. “Timetable.” She put one away. “Noise getting out of control.” And only one finger remained. “Remembering how badly my first night went. And I’m sure yours was pretty bad as well. Now help me with her.”
Gale’s face crumbled into something crossed between sadness and exhaustion, but complying with her friend as she gently handled Melissa and placed her on Calypso’s back. “S-so… She has to be a Bat, right?”
“Let’s go with, ‘Hopefully, for our sakes—because another Vampire to fight without any of the handicaps sounds horrible’,” Calypso grunted, not at all hiding that she was using her latent Consumed strength as she slowly morphed her monster arm back.
“That’s, what, the tenth ticking timebomb we have to deal with now?!” Gale rushed over to open the back door, hurrying Calypso out before the alarm sounds.
“All the more reason to find that damn book, Gale…” Calypso had to fight against her bangs moving with the wind, as she scanned the area. “And not only that…”
Learning things for once, Calypso closed her eyes. Taking in her enhanced hearing, letting it guide her as things became crisp. Clear.
“At least… I mean it’s a tragedy but—” Gale’s voice continued. “At least people are all at home, watching the news to figure out what the crap happened… So that means little people on the Main Vien, y’know…?”
Despite hearing that loud and clear… All Calypso could make out was the odd buzzing. And the hairs on her back, even with Melissa against it, standing on in.
It was seconds later that Gale didn’t trail off just to trail off… She must’ve felt it too.
“Something tells me that she doesn’t give a shit either way,” Calypso opened an eye, unveiling it to be plunged in darkness already. “She’s been waiting for us to make a play—and now she’s making hers.”