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She had moved over and into the bed with her son; wrapped her slender frame around his resting body and closed her own eyes in pursuit of rest. Every day seemed more miserable than the next, and so she attempted to spend them dreaming. The knock, careful as it was, roused her from her shallow slumber. The child was alarmed by the sharp movement as the mother reacted with quiet terror. The Hydra’s face turned to look pass her shoulder and to the door leading out into the hallway. It was locked, of course, but that was not enough. She decided to remain silent—pretend that she was not here, but of course the little weasel had to ruin everything. It whimpered and sought its mother’s warmth once again, but wrapping her arms around it did not help. It was awake now. Teeth grinded against each other in resentment, but there was little she could do about it.

She could only pray that whoever was standing outside had not recognized the nature of the sound. ”I’m busy, come back later!” As if returning at a later time would make things better. She should have gotten rid of it, but she knew she did not have what it took to kill the child. She was weak, just as her crimson father had said the night when she came to kill him. Of course he had been right. Blood froze to ice in her veins when Kaena’s voice sounded on the other side of the door. ”Go away,” she hissed, unable to come up with something intelligible. Truth was that she was burnt out—a part of her just wanted that door to be kicked open. Perhaps they would take the child away. Her brain supplied her with multiple crazy solutions for this madness. Her ears fell against auburn locks as the voice did not go away. The child whimpered in light distress as the knocking continued.

With pupils threatening to swallow her ruby hue, the woman finally had to give in. She rose from the bed and ignored the discontent sounds from the child as the free warmth walked away. A parasite was what it was. The key was turned and a click sounded as she unlocked the door that could no longer protect her. Then she opened it.

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