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You weren’t supposed to know about Rumi’s patterns. You just weren’t.

Her skin was stained with purple, demonic, flashing markings that covered her entire torso, shoulders, and legs down to her knees. And it was creeping up to her throat—her voice. And you should not have known.

A door left open.

She saw you look at her. You dropped your phone on the carpet of her room. She froze in her tracks.

HUNTR/X was supposed to be family. There weren’t supposed to be any secrets between us. But Rumi hid that she was the thing we all swore to destroy.

“Please-wait… wait, don’t look at me like that.” She pleaded, finding her voice as best she could. “Look… can you, just shut the door-and don’t look at me like you want nothing to do with me anymore.”