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Another late night at the bar, nothing new. Well after she drank her fill she stumbled out of the bar and began her long trudge back to her apartment. The streets were barren, mainly because she was the only one crazy enough to be out and about in Valkery so late at night. Rae’s alabaster fingers tightened around the neck of the bottle she stiffed from the bar, knuckles turning ghostly white as she brought the mouth of the bottle to her full lips. The raven-haired woman took a full drink, cherishing the inferno that ensued as the brown liquor raced down her esophagus. Drinking had quickly become a favorite past time for her, a good way to escape from the demons that haunted her every waking moment. Most days, life came and gone without much hassle. She was a strong-willed woman who had gone through Hell and back more times than she cared to count and because of this, let very few things get under her skin. Of course, no one person is strong without any sort of vice; hers just so happened to be alcohol.
In the midst of her walk home, something out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. She let the bottle drop back down to her side as her hazel hues fixed on what appeared to be a polaroid. Lips pursed curiously as she drew closer to it. As she reached the small square image she knelt down and plucked it from the chilly asphalt before bringing it up in front of her face. Thanks to her drunken stupor, it took a few minutes for her vision to clear enough for her to see what it was… or who. There, in the middle of the photo was Raven herself, mouth stained with fresh blood and flesh hanging from the mouth as her fingers gripped tightly into what appeared to be a lifeless man in some sort of alleyway. Her stomach lurched… but it wasn’t the gruesome sight that made her uneasy, it was what she saw at the far right corner of the picture – a syringe locked between an unknown thumb and forefinger, it’s contents filled with a liquid she recognized all too well as being a tranquilizer.
Raven quickly flipped the image around, wondering if there was anything on the back and just as she thought, it did. Scrawled haphazardly in what appeared to be a marker read: “KEEP PLAYING LIKE A GOOD GIRL AND I WON’T HAVE TO USE THIS ON YOUR AGAIN.” The sentence made her throat tighten, sending her heart plummeting into the bile pit of her stomach. Those words may mean little to nothing to an outsider but to her, it meant that something horrible was about to come. You see, before she escaped from the underground facility at the Asylum, she lived the better part of ten years being injected with Chaos. She was unruly and decided on many occasions that she could tip the scales in her favor thanks to her trusty ability of lie detection. It worked well for a while… but as the doctor caught on, he started to grow impatient and began injecting her whenever she didn’t do as he wished. Most cases, it was simple test runs or allowing him to take blood samples and on other occasions… it was to do unspeakable things.
The dark-haired woman stashed the photograph quickly into her leather jacket, head snapping in both directions and behind herself in hopes of catching whomever had left the photo. This wasn’t a f***ing coincidence, she thought to herself, unable to stave off the paranoia that crept up her throat. Raven brought the bottle of Jack back to her lips, this time tipping the bottom up towards the starry sky as she guzzled down the rest. When it was cashed, she tossed it aside, not giving a damn as the glass shattered against the curb. “Everyone’s a f***ing comic.” She hissed to herself before stumbling back down the road, her once peaceful night now filled with paranoia. There was no telling who had left that picture behind or worse yet, who took it, but she was going to damn-well figure it out if it’s the last thing she does.