The floors are too slick and slippery. The thing that used to be that mirror image of Jay swings its too-bright gaze around, throwing Jay into sharp and skeletal relief for a blazing second. It's enough for that to make Jay the new target - as always.
(It's every chair he tripped over, every light he turned on, every time he knocked on the house he meant to break into, every beam of flashlight cutting through the uniform dark and telegraphing his position.)
"On me, asshole!" He tears out from his crouch at a dead sprint. The lighter presses into his palm with hard edges. He just needs to find someplace dry, somewhere dry enough where he can set it all alight, weaken the floor around it or bring down the walls and ceiling -
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The floors are too slick and slippery. The thing that used to be that mirror image of Jay swings its too-bright gaze around, throwing Jay into sharp and skeletal relief for a blazing second. It's enough for that to make Jay the new target - as always.
(It's every chair he tripped over, every light he turned on, every time he knocked on the house he meant to break into, every beam of flashlight cutting through the uniform dark and telegraphing his position.)
"On me, asshole!" He tears out from his crouch at a dead sprint. The lighter presses into his palm with hard edges. He just needs to find someplace dry, somewhere dry enough where he can set it all alight, weaken the floor around it or bring down the walls and ceiling -