Role

Chapter 2

"Of course. Yes. Yes. It all makes sense now," a voice trembled in his head.

Gripping the knife, he lunged.

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Yuna was returning from the market, a few roots and a little goat milk all
she was able to haggle with the family's meager budget. It would be enough
though. They could make it another few days. She entered their hovel, which
seemed a little darker than usual. Instead of removing her cloak she went for
the candle.

A sound behind her, and she started and whirled. Arkham was not the sort of
place you let your guard down, not with shadowborn creatures running about
the streets at night, and thieves or worse lurking during the day. She hoped
desperately her father would return right at that moment, then with relief,
recognized Yuno crouching low. "Silly child!" she thought, and smiled
brightly.

"Hello, Yuno, you sneaky boy! You don't scare me!" a giggle started in her,
but then she noticed a knife in Yuno's hand. That was - odd. The boy's eyes
had an almost demonic intensity to them. His face was washed of any color.
His lips peeled back in a snarl and he lunged. He must have stabbed four or
five times before she could even think to try to stop him. He was still
stabbing long moments later when the last of life finally left her.

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"KILL THEM!" a voice inside Yuno demanded.
"They are one of Them. Must be. Have to be. It makes sense if she was one
they are Them too," another voice added its frantic reasoning.
"KILL THEM!" the first voice demanded again.
"They will use the Device. Oh no, no, no! Not the Device. Don't let them use
the Device," a panic-stricken voice warned.

His eye trembled again. He tried to stop it and his cheek responded with two
sharp, upward ticks. He tried to still those and heard himself grunt deep in
his throat. His parents looked away from their heated discussion to glance at
him worriedly.