Act 20, Flood...

Finale song: Childishly Fresh eyes - everywhere at the end of time.

The police officer stepped forward, securing him with an arm around his shoulders, pulling him up - helping him to his feet, it was a struggle to get his legs to work properly, he'd been stagnant in that basement for.. however long. He was half-carried outside, the sun bright and harsh on his face, causing him to instinctively wince away from said beam.

He felt a sudden joy. He was free and he could go home to his mama and papa and say sorry...

His joy mad him shudder, but not smile, it was an internal process.

They walked over the road, coming upon a rare spot of grass in this concrete jungle of the city centre, ironically the lonely spot of grass being situated in a car park of all things. The police car was up on the curb, behind the grass and parallel to a path which lead to the apartment complex.

The police officer eased him carefully in the back seat, keeping the door as wide as possible before walking to the front seat of said car.

Throughout this Kacper hadn't taken anything in, he wasn't sure if he was being spoke to, but if he was he had tuned it out.

He was too busy thinking about Eve.

This obsession that bound them together...the string, even, was being pulled taut..

This line of thought was momentarily silenced when a hot cup being placed in his hands startled him out of the thought process.

Kacper understood the type of girl Eve was now, finally. Eve is Christian, not in the god-fearing sense, rather, in the desperate pleading sense. She wants God to be real, but he never responds to her prayers. The picturesque Christian.

Sipping the too-sweet hot chocolate, he looked dazed, the sun was too bright on his oak skin, he felt himself trembling.

Finally, the officer knelt to his level, he struggled not to avert his gaze.

"My colleague is in there, questioning Miss Florence. Okay?" He started, though this dialogue seemed awkward, as if he was untrained for this specific scenario- Kacper wanted to call out, say all is well and it was just a sleepover.

Despite himself Kacper offered a shy nod, ignoring the prickling of his skin and what felt like a swarm of bees buzzing around in his skull, caged in and angry.

The officer sighed, rising to his feet and circling the car, obtaining a notepad from the front before walking back over to Kacper, taking the kneeling position once more.

He opened the pad, before cocking his head: "Would you like to tell me what happened?"

Kacper couldn't formulate words, only grasping the cup tighter, his gaze going up and up to the floor where Eve no doubt was.

"Or not.." The officer sighed, rising up once more and leaving Kacper be, he continued to sip the hot chocolate which reminded him so painfully of Eve, though this one hadn't been tampered with..

The timing was perfect as as soon as he cleared his cup the police officer returned with a small bag of donuts, the label smudged with oil, or grease. The officer carefully took the cup away, placing the donuts beside Kacper and nodding his head towards them: "All yours."

Kacper reached for the paper bag, the smell wafting up, beckoning him forward despite his lack of physical hunger, pulling out a donut, the little sugar crystals stuck to his finger tips in clumps, he took a small bite, savouring it before setting it upon the bag, wiping his hands. He wasn't too hungry.

Kacper felt excitement in his tummy at the idea of seeing his family again, so he chalked it up to being too excited to eat, he smiled to himself now.

Kacper looked back up at the apartment, it'd been a while... he wondered if Eve was okay, despite his joy.

Kacper finally opened his mouth to speak.. to ask, but..

Then he heard a bang, or a thump from above, within the block of buildings.

The officer was quick in his motion, shooting off towards the building.

Kacper knew she was dead without being told.

His nerves felt as if on fire, his nose felt full of blood, he could taste the iron in his throat, a hot weight in his stomach burning through his inner walls. He retched, scrambling forward, falling onto the floor as he coughed, hands come up to his mouth to try get the non-existent blood out of his mouth, out of his throat, his nose.

Pulling his hands away were just strings of saliva, his body uncontrollably shaking.

Kacper rasped for breath, clawing at the dirt below his hands, tears now flooding his vision, obscuring it and causing the world around him to warp like crystals under light, dripping down his cheeks and streaking them with wet trails.

He'd just experienced the most heightened joy he'd ever felt, a feeling unreplaceable and stood un-replicated.. They were safe.

Their hands shook, head pounding with the beat of his heart, a sickening urge clawing at them, ripping the tendons in their body and forcing motion.

Collapsing fully into the grassy area now, scraping his knees up even more as he scrambled forward, finding purchase on a large jagged rock, his hands closed painfully tight around it as if his body was working on auto pilot.

Kacper's breaths were frantic now, breaths that caused his world to warp with dizziness.

This urge,

This *pressure* on the skull was like a familiar, spiritual yearning they'd felt before.

A tug of nostalgia,

Almost

as they drove the pointed rock into their face.

Again

Again

Again

He heard a masculine yell as he succumbed.

In his final moments he lived in fear of the unknown that had pulled him under.

...

Eve never got to see the tadpoles turn into frogs.

...

Virgin Mary, a child of Eve, as we all are. Pure and innocent, the very token of such, even. Whole-heartedly believing in humanity even after being struck down again and again. It brings one deep anguish seeing him-, her. Struggle.

Eve was tainted by things greater than she, took a bite of the forbidden fruit and let the sin fester through her veins. She couldn't stop what had already begun, no matter how much she fought, screamed, begged, prayed. It was all she could do not to take it out on the world around her.

These two unique beings, tied together by the bloodline which birthed them into the "Agus", the pure and rot that they were.

Complete and utter luck.

...

Maybe, in another world, they would've both survived to 'true' adulthood.

No, not together.

Apart.

It had to be apart.

They should've never crossed paths, you see that, don't you?

You see that this was neither of their faults..

Surely.

It had to be apart.

But alas,

What's done is done.

...

A healthy baby girl was born, 2016 in Japan. She was apart of three siblings, triplets.

The cycle starts anew.