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"You know something Risa? I don't remember anyone putting you in charge! It wouldn't hurt you to get off your high horse and act like a human being for once." Mosca spat.
There was a stunned silence, so charged with tension it was palpable. None of us had ever spoken to Risa Wolf like that. My eyes flicked between them; the stocky young man who was trembling with rage and frustration, and the wiry teenager who remained perfectly still, her cigarette frozen at her lips. Risa Wolf was always moving, even when the rain poured so we couldn't leave the house for days she would be constantly pacing, tapping and turning objects at random. Stillness was not a good omen. I felt panic creeping out of the corners of my mind, my heart fluttering. Shutting my eyes, I fought it down, clenching my twitching hands. This was no time for a panic attack. Risa moved languidly to the corner, tendrils of smoke trailing after her as she turned on the old CD player.
'Sweet home Alabama, where skies are so blue...'
I smiled to myself bitterly. The skies were never blue anymore; at best, it was a washed out yellow, sickly from the poison that still resided there since the Cloud Protocol. At worst, a deep gloomy grey; that was when the rain moved in. If you saw that sky while out in the open, you were as good as dead. I'd give anything for a sliver of blue sky, for a clean ray of sunlight. But that was taken for the Greater Good, as they call it. For all the good it did to those millions reduced to stinking puddles of liquid flesh and bone, to those children who screamed as their skin dissolved, to my baby brother who got caught in the first downpour.
"If you don't like the way I do things, you're welcome to get the hell out of my sight." Risa snarled, shaking me from my reverie. I gazed at her in shock, and Mosca's jaw clenched.
"You know full well the sensor says it will rain in the next five minutes." he said stiffly.
"Rain rain, go away, come again another day..." came a wavering voice. Megan rocked herself slowly, unaware of the murderous look Risa threw at her. I moved over to the thin woman, wrapping my arms around her. Poor Megan. That little song was the only sound she ever made, he voice dead and eerie.
"What makes you think I give a fuck?" Risa responded, her eyes hard and cold as concrete. "Get out."
Horror jolted through my heart. Surely she wasn't serious?
"Risa..." I gasped.
"So you really are that psychotic?" Mosca interrupted, his lips curling in disdain. Risa didn't deign to reply, other than pulling out her pistol and aiming in squarely at his head. She fixed her eyes at him, emerald and angry and golden and vengeful. I had seen that look before.
"Leave now and you might have a chance of finding shelter." she said, her voice a monotone, her gaze unwavering, her hand steady around the gun.
"Risa, stop it!" I pleaded, blood pounding in my ears, knowing it was no use. Risa Wolf was merciless. Mosca just smiled, hopeless and defiant.
"What's left to live for anyway?" he laughed, a harsh and desperate laugh. "Have fun in this shithole. See you in hell."
With that, he turned and left. I choked out his name, breath cathing in my throat, panic gripping my heart.
"You wanna join him?" Risa Wolf said. Disgusted at my cowardice, I shook my head, shuddering as I held Megan close. The door slammed as Mosca left the house, and her weak voice started up again, ringing in my ears, numbing me.
"Rain rain, go away, come again another day..."
Outside, the clouds turned an ominous, unforgiving grey.

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"You know something Risa? I don't remember anyone putting you in charge! It wouldn't hurt you to get off your high horse and act like a human being for once." Mosca spat.
There was a stunned silence, so charged with tension it was palpable. None of us had ever spoken to Risa Wolf like that. My eyes flicked between them; the stocky young man who was trembling with rage and frustration, and the wiry teenager who remained perfectly still, her cigarette frozen at her lips. Risa Wolf was always moving, even when the rain poured so we couldn't leave the house for days she would be constantly pacing, tapping and turning objects at random. Stillness was not a good omen. I felt panic creeping out of the corners of my mind, my heart fluttering. Shutting my eyes, I fought it down, clenching my twitching hands. This was no time for a panic attack. Risa moved languidly to the corner, tendrils of smoke trailing after her as she turned on the old CD player.
'Sweet home Alabama, where skies are so blue...'
I smiled to myself bitterly. The skies were never blue anymore; at best, it was a washed out yellow, sickly from the poison that still resided there since the Cloud Protocol. At worst, a deep gloomy grey; that was when the rain moved in. If you saw that sky while out in the open, you were as good as dead. I'd give anything for a sliver of blue sky, for a clean ray of sunlight. But that was taken for the Greater Good, as they call it. For all the good it did to those millions reduced to stinking puddles of liquid flesh and bone, to those children who screamed as their skin dissolved, to my baby brother who got caught in the first downpour.
"If you don't like the way I do things, you're welcome to get the hell out of my sight." Risa snarled, shaking me from my reverie. I gazed at her in shock, and Mosca's jaw clenched.
"You know full well the sensor says it will rain in the next five minutes." he said stiffly.
"Rain rain, go away, come again another day..." came a wavering voice. Megan rocked herself slowly, unaware of the murderous look Risa threw at her. I moved over to the thin woman, wrapping my arms around her. Poor Megan. That little song was the only sound she ever made, he voice dead and eerie.
"What makes you think I give a fuck?" Risa responded, her eyes hard and cold as concrete. "Get out."
Horror jolted through my heart. Surely she wasn't serious?
"Risa..." I gasped.
"So you really are that psychotic?" Mosca interrupted, his lips curling in disdain. Risa didn't deign to reply, other than pulling out her pistol and aiming in squarely at his head. She fixed her eyes at him, emerald and angry and golden and vengeful. I had seen that look before.
"Leave now and you might have a chance of finding shelter." she said, her voice a monotone, her gaze unwavering, her hand steady around the gun.
"Risa, stop it!" I pleaded, blood pounding in my ears, knowing it was no use. Risa Wolf was merciless. Mosca just smiled, hopeless and defiant.
"What's left to live for anyway?" he laughed, a harsh and desperate laugh. "Have fun in this shithole. See you in hell."
With that, he turned and left. I choked out his name, breath cathing in my throat, panic gripping my heart.
"You wanna join him?" Risa Wolf said. Disgusted at my cowardice, I shook my head, shuddering as I held Megan close. The door slammed as Mosca left the house, and her weak voice started up again, ringing in my ears, numbing me.
"Rain rain, go away, come again another day..."
Outside, the clouds turned an ominous, unforgiving grey.