Amy cursed.
She tried her best to hug herself as she shivered. Her clothes felt wet– were wet, clinging to her dampening body like glue. With her hands rubbing her sides, she crouched down and peered around, her hair drooping while drops of water splashed and wetted her face.
"This is the worst day of my life," She mumbled.
She continued to glance around, but her eyes were getting a little heavy. "Where is she?" There was a brief moment of irritation, but then her shoulders slumped.
"What am I saying," she'd already be here if she could.
"She's.. probably dealing with some situation."
Her chest felt heavy as she continued to think about things. Sighing, she gazed upwards towards the storm and muttered, "I hope she gets here soon, though."
"Damn this fuckin' weather!"
Amy looked to the side and saw someone emerge out of an alleyway.
From where she was, it was difficult to see through the rain and whatnot, but she could still tell the man was fairly tall, with blonde hair, and stumbling with each step he took.
A drunk.
They weren't uncommon.
Even near the hospitals she visited, she had seen the occasional drunk passing by. She only looked at the guy for a second more before staring off toward the dark, stormy skies.
Maybe... I should call her?
Her gaze became distant.
The world felt softer and bearable, beautiful golden hair swayed in the wind, a sunny smile that soothed away... a gentle and bright laughter... and the one holding her... Her heart ached. She lowered her shoulders, resting her head on her knees, and wrapped her hands tightly around herself.
She didn't know what it was that ate away at her. Was she jealous? Guilt? Or was it frustration at how everything sucked?
"What is wrong with me…"
Amy's voice croaked. She couldn't help but remember, remember everything about her sister—bright, sunny, and yet... so far away.
Her body shook as she felt a sudden hand on her shoulder. "Hey th-" Amy whipped her head in a moment of shock.
Dirt-blonde hair, half-closed eyes, and a cocky grin looked down at her. She recognised him. That drunk.
"You look sad here-" Her attention was drawn away from his words, as she could now see him. The man wore a red coat, and underneath was a white shirt with black stripes. Amy tensed.
"So why don't you come with me? I'll show you a good time." Did he just- Her hands tightened as she stood up, the bastard watching her with his drunken, cocky grin.
She couldn't hide how much she detested him and the gang his colours represented. An urge to use her powers whispered into the back of her mind, but she silenced the thought.
"I'm leaving." Her tone was cold and flat, yet beneath it was a false bravado. Turning around, she began to walk awa- She felt something clamp around her arm. Amy tensed as she turned her head.
"How dare you fucking look at me like that? Do you know who I am?!" The man's narrowed eyes bore down into her. Amy's heart raced, and her chest felt tight. She glanced to the side,trying to find something.
Where is she?!
"Quit fucking ignoring me, bitch!"
Amy glanced back as she winced at the pain in her arm. She tried to struggle, but the grip around her arm felt like iron clamps. She felt a painful pull as the man began dragging her. "G-get away from me!"
"Quit fucking struggling! No one will save a bitch like you!"
His hand raised overhead, and Amy shut her eyes in a panic.
"Aghhhh!?"
Amy heard a pained cry and felt the tight grip around her arm disappear.
Hearing a thud, she opened her eyes and saw the man collapse onto the ground, groaning and twitching. For a moment, a rush of relief washed over her, satisfaction, and then guilt—not toward the man.
She looked down at the man and hesitated for a moment. 'Should… I leave him here?' She mulled over the idea for a moment. "Tommy!" Her head perked up and noticed a bunch of other people wearing the same clothes as the man.
Amy tensed again. She wanted to run, but one of the men had already pulled out a dark cyl– several bangs resounded in her ears. It felt hot. Amy slowly looked down, her white robe beginning to be stained red.
'I've been shot.'
She fell to the ground, and the heat became scorching. 'I'm bleeding.'
Her body shook as she stared down at the blood pooling around her body and washing away from the rain. She looked up toward the men running toward her—no, him. 'They shot me.'
Her body shook uncontrollably as she shut her eyes, and her breathe hitched as she felt the wet pavement against her back. 'It's getting cold...' She felt like she was suffocating.
"Shit-" "Panacea.." Their voices grew distant, as did the sound of rain. She should've felt angry and furious at her death. But instead, she felt weak.
Why?
She questioned why she was dying. Hadn't I saved so many lives?
Her mind wandered to why and how she found herself dying. Wrong place, wrong time.
She understood that perhaps, if her sister, Vicky, hadn't insisted she join her patrol and she hadn't succumbed so easily... she wouldn't be dying. But she didn't feel any heat against Vicky; how could she?
Vicky, the one who had always stood up for her. The only one to truly talk with her. The one who cheered her up. The one who cared for her the most...
A man laughed gently as he stroked radiant golden hair.
Her heart fell.
It wasn't all blissful. A woman, who resembled mature and older version Vicky and yet nothing like her, watching her with narrowed eyes. A man sat slumped against the couch, not willing to listen nor even see her. A faint memory echoed inside her mind; 'Not my child.'
Her heart fell harder.
Weary eyes observing her. Of course, she was dangerous. Gazes staring through her as if she didn't exist, instead, watching her sister. Vicky.
A pang of jealousy; why not make her yours? Her powers... no, she was dangerous to Vicky.
'Perhaps… It's better if I just die...' A familiar fatigue weighed down on her. Yet she couldn't help but be relieved—no more hours healing people, no more weary eyes, no more fatigue, no desire to change the only person who loved—she'd finally have peace...
With that thought, the world faded into darkness.
『Amy Dallon (Panacea of Brockton Bay) | May 4, 1994 – February 16, 2011』