Sebille was on her way
back home from work.
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For once, she'd had a
shorter work day and could get home while it was still light out.
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The light made things less
depressing.
...Who was that? Standing in the middle of the sidewalk like that.
She knew nothing as depressing as leaving for work when it was still dark
and coming back when it had gotten dark again.
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But today she could
finally spend some quality time with Null. (That meant sitting somewhere
together and not talking much at all.)
The stranger was smoking, too. Sebille could smell it.
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Well, it was none of her
business. It was a free country, and if the guy wanted to freeze out here
while having his smoke, that was his problem.
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It was just that Sebille
rarely saw people, other than those who wanted exercise, on this particular
road.
She didn't really pay attention to the fact that the man threw his cigarette
to the ground, although he wasn't nearly finished with it.
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She did, however, find it
a little awkward that the man who'd been standing still for as long as she'd
seen him, decided to move just when she walked by.
Not that it was illegal or anything. Just awkward.
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But when his hand grabbed
her from behind, things got slightly freakish.
"Hey!"
What was this? Some sort of werid come-on attempt or an obsessed fan? (Yes,
she had a few of those.)
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"Wha--- mnnph!"
Chloroform.
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"MNNHH!! STPFF!"
"Stop that."
This was so, so bad. The man held onto her tightly and Sebille was starting
to slip away from her consciousness. Her strenght was fading as well.
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She had no chance.
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"Good girl."
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"Hey, help me carry her to
the car!"
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