Curate, connect, and discover
09
The Messengers pad through scorched fields, their targets in their view. They, unlike the Shepherd, do not pity the husks nor their stories, they do as told.
Their masks merely accessories to the red beauty, made to contain themselves. Their faces fragile beauty.
Their targets, often unconscious, always receive : you cannot escape from what makes you. They become unaware of the process, shielded from the pain. A mercy.
Over time they begin to forget, it is of no worries, they do not need to remember.
It is easier when they forget.
...
The Messengers return home once the job is done, there is nothing for them there.
Early in the morning at about 7 Karru wakes the dirty alley boy sleeping in her bed. His brown hair is a mess as he slowly wakes up and heads to the bathroom.
“There’s some new clothes in there for you to put on and some shampoo to wash with.” Kaaru says, looking through her bag for clean clothes to wear.
“Thank you Miss Mcada.” The boy yawns, closing the door.
By the time they’re making their way to a café for breakfast, the boy is asking more questions about the story.
“Kid, do you want me to continue or not?” She laughs.
He nods and she thinks.
“Where was I?” She asks.
“Galaxy hair and K-M-S-M’s broken arm.” The boy says and she nods.
“Right.” Kaaru chuckles.
~storytime~
K-M-S-M tears up and looks away from Mccree, his hand still outstretched. He waits patiently as Hanzo retrieves her gun.
“Just gimme yer hand Kiddo. We’ll get ya healed up and ya can go right back to yer little hidey hole of a room.” Mccree says and that hit her hard.
It hit her so hard she took his hand and he pulled her to her feet. Hanzo returns her gun and she’s led to the lift to get them back to the base. K-M-S-M got her arm casted during the flight and then slept off the painkillers with her dog Toby in her lap, her galaxy hair in her face.
“Did ya see her glare?” Mccree chuckles as he sits with Hanzo.
“It terrified me.” He said simply.
Mccree looked at him surprised. Never once had he ever told him that he was scared let alone terrified. It was unusual.
“Hanny, did somethin’ happen?” Mccree asks, unsure what else to ask.
“My father’s glare was a pillow compared to hers.” He says and Genji looks up from sharpening his katana.
“That’s all fine and dandy but that ain’t what I meant.” Mccree says, pulling him closer to help give him enough reassurance to tell the truth.
Hanzo doesn’t say anything for a moment, considering his options at the current moment. For now Mccree didn’t phrase it as an order, thus giving Hanzo an escape route to not tell his boyfriend the terrifying thing he witnessed from the young girl. But Mccree had put his trust into Hanzo over and over again and he kept making reasons for him not to. Lying on the top of the long list.
He considered it some more before realizing he had been staring at the sleeping girl on the opposite side of the plane.
“Han, did something happen between you and the kid?” Mccree asks and Hanzo gulps. “Tell me what happened.” He states and Hanzo sighs, not having a choice do to the tone in his boyfriend’s voice.
“Her gun had the shimada insignia carved into it.” Hanzo says, shock running through Mccree and Genji like a quickly caught fever.
~reality~
“And then?” The boy asked eagerly, his mouth full of fried egg.
Kaaru laughed and waved it away.
“Finish your breakfast. I’ll tell you after we get back to the hotel.” Kaaru smiles at the young boy who’s pouting.
“Can I ask a question about the story?” He asks, trying to get more out of her.
“Depends on what the question is.” She says, sipping her tea.
“Are these people real?” He asks and she smiles at him again.
“They will be.” She says and the boy smiles widely.
He shovels the food into his mouth, trying to hurry to hear the end of the story. Little does he know that his story has only begun.
Part 1
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