On the previous thing I wrote, basically one half of it, the other half coming soon. 

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Percy hadn't known what had hit her that moment, she was too focused on the scene in front of her, not able to pry her eyes away from it. Even if she did close her eyes it wouldn't leave her mind, it felt as if she was being punished for something she did, something she couldn't have prevented or caused she wanted to but yet, she was still being punished for it.

That was until it all went away, the visions of her parent's dead body and flickering figure of her as a child and her now disappearing into thin air as if it was never there in the first place, she was no longer frozen in place anymore. She had won, but why? Hopefully, it wasn't because Ramsey beat up a child, she didn't need him in jail a name like 'Kidpuncher,' because of her.

She had won the battle, all the strength and stamina she had previously lost was given right back to her, but despite that, she didn't feel like she had won. Percy felt like she had lost something in the end. Maybe it was the fact she had to relive something she never wanted to, or see those she cared about die- yeah, that was it. The victory wasn't even well earned, it was probably a pity victory too, pity, the word stung.

She didn't know what had gotten into her, maybe it was the bitter coldness of the nightmare fuel still making her frame shake- at least that's what she thought was making her shake so much- but she couldn't find the strength to get up and move, but instead, fall to her side and curl up on herself just like when she was a child. When she was a child and she was scared. She wasn't still scared though, was she? She had gotten over it a long time ago, she didn't have anything to fear after all everything was fine right?! Everything was fine!

...

Was it though? Was her getting shaken up enough to the point of tears and curling up on herself fine? Percy wasn't sure anymore. She didn't know how- she was never taught how- it could be fine, so was this fine? She was starting to question herself some more. She was never sure how to feel, so she just assumed it was all fine despite all the warnings she was given. But what made this time so different?

Maybe it was the overwhelming feeling of guilt and fear she felt consuming her those minutes that caused her to act like this. But that wouldn't explain why her freckled cheeks felt wet as if she had been crying. Had she been crying? Yet again she wasn't really sure since she had been overwhelmed with the current situation at hand.

As she tried to calm down from the overwhelming amount of emotions she was feeling, she felt a loud sound struck through her skull, a dull pain she had strengthened in her head to the point of ringing. It sounded like her name. She felt herself curl more in on herself as if by instinct- which it wasn't for her- footsteps that were once far away were sounding even closer and closer by the second, and before she knew it she saw Ramsey. So that's who had shouted her name earlier(or at least she assumed it was).

Ramsey looked down at Percy, crouching down next to her. "You think you're okay to walk?" Percy shook her head, she felt like she wasn't ready to do anything anymore. He slid his arms underneath her's and pulled her close, Percy responded by gripping as his shirt so she wouldn't fall, leaning closer into his touch.

He let out a heavy sigh and looked towards Sylvie who refused to even glance towards them. "We'll be leaving now, no thanks to you." Ramsey bitterly commented. Sylvie shoved his hands in his pockets, walking away from them. "Yeah, whatever..."

Ramsey pulled Percy close to him, she responded by leaning her full weight into him. Moving closer in his hold as if trying to claw some sort of warmth from him since her frame was oh so bitterly cold to the point of shaking.

Ramsey questioned how someone could grow so cold to the point of shaking in just a few minutes, was it the effect of nightmare fuel? He wasn't so sure, he had never been hit by it before. He was glad he wasn't hit by it but he wasn't glad that Percy was hit by it, it seemed as if he was intruding on something personal he wasn't supposed to know, especially since Percy's figure kept flashing between herself and what seemed like a child. He assumed it was something he wasn't supposed to know and probably shouldn't bring up either.

After all, how would you bring that up? 'Hey, when you were hit with nightmare fuel I saw that you were kneeled in front of these two figures that were covered in blood and you kept flashing between yourself and a child. What's was that about?' Definitely, not like that. Ramsey might have been a criminal, but he was a criminal of morals. Questioning a sensitive subject he knows was off-limits was not one of them.

He hoisted Percy up by holding her in bridal style, and after catching his balance he began walking towards the door, not noticing the problem with that just yet.

Right as Ramsey was at the door, he heard someone cough behind him. He turned on his heels and gave the kid a narrow glare. "What do ya want now? Can't you see I'm busy?" Sylvie let out a small 'tch' noise in response, placing a hand on his hip. He fished out of his pocket a card and pointed it in Ramsey's direction.

"Listen, if she wants to consult a professional about what happened to her when I used my nightmare fuel on her, my office is always open. I specialize in epithet-based problems so I'm sure I might be able to help at least a little bit with this." Sylvie offered a look of slight concern but care on his face.

Ramsey merely raised an eyebrow. "Ah," He pushed his glasses on his face. "I see, here- let me just." He walked around the side of Ramsey and put the card in his pocket.

He took a step back with a seemingly proud look on his face, his gaze flickered up to meet Ramsey's. "There, give me a call tomorrow or some other day if you need to talk to someone about this," Suggested Sylvie, "Are you trying to advertise your business by making Percy relive some traumatizing shit so she goes there to fix it?" Ramsey suspiciously asked, tilting his head at the child.

Sylvie blinked, "What," He spoke, Ramsey narrowed his gaze.

"You heard what I said, was that your idea from the start?" Ramsey questioned.

Sylvie inhaled a deep breath pinching the bridge between his nose. "No." He started. "I had no idea this was going to happen since she proposed the idea, not me, if I knew it was going to happen, I would have said no. Besides, it's just my way of apologizing for what I did, the first session is free after all." Sylvie conceded, slightly waving his hand. He walked around the two and held the door open.

"There, you might need that, or do you think I'm trying to trick you by opening the door?" Ramsey let out a long, heavy sigh. "I'm honestly too tired to question you at this point," Ramsey stated, walking by him and to his slightly beat-up car.

As Ramsey was walking towards his car, he felt Percy shift in his hold, he stopped in his tracks, questioning whether he should keep on moving or just stop completely. Ramsey chose to stop.

Percy let out a small groan, opening her closed eyes and looking and looking at Ramsey slightly groggily. "I'd rather you put me down now," Percy said, Ramsey gave a small nod and carefully placing her down onto the ground, be cautious just in case she had to catch or balance or anything like that. Luckily, she didn't need to and stood as if nothing had previously happened to her.

"You okay Percy? You didn't look too good a while ago," Ramsey inquired, shifting his weight onto the other foot. She gave him a small curtly nod, walking towards Ramsey's car.

"Are you really sure you're okay?" Ramsey softly spoke, a softness that was unusual to his voice, odd but comforting in its own way. Percy froze, taking in the question as a whole and trying to find an answer or solution to it.

She couldn't find one.

"I..." She hesitated, "I don't... know?..." It sounded more like a question when leaving Percy's mouth, but she had been asking herself that the entire time here. Was she okay? She didn't know, Percy didn't know at all.

Was she okay with having her fear of those close to her dying right in front of her- and not being about to do a thing, might she add- and reliving the tragic death of her parents? No, she would never be okay with that; especially since both Sylvie and Ramsey were there and happened to die in that nightmare of hers. Especially since she wasn't ready to talk about her parent's death, she had never been ready to talk about it and never would be, she could never trust anyone to talk about it- or was it the fact that no one offered to talk about it with her that made it so scary to talk about it?

Was it the fact she had never talked about her parents before? She was never the best at talking, and never would be but... Is... Is that why she didn't know what to do? She was never taught how to express emotions since she was never communicated how to express them. Was it the fact that because of her parent's death people were too scared to talk to her? Was that it, because... That's the only logical explanation for this onslaught of emotions she was feeling.

Percy had never talked to anyone about her parents- keep on mind, no one ever asked her- so nor Meryl, Howie or anyone else close knew about how they died, or anything about them. She was quietly elated that they never prodded her for information on it, nor look through her records to find out why she never told them anything. After all, with a few quick searches through her records in the police office computer and they had all they needed to know.

Percy looked towards the ground and away from Ramsey. "I- I'd currently rather not discuss such matter at a time like this." She responded. She had already done enough thinking about it as it was.

Ramsey nodded, "Alright, we'll talk about it later then," He pulled took out his car eyes and turned on his cars, and the two situated themselves in their seats with seatbelts on. Ramsey in the drivers and Percy in the front passenger seat. It was quiet.

Ramsey looked towards the road, turning his keys in the ignition and starting the car, the engine started with a loud booming roar, and they started driving back to Percy's house. Percy would have offered her phone so he could put in the location on his GPS but it seems like he already had. How exactly he did so, was a mystery, and where he knew where to go was another mystery.

Percy shifted to lean on her side on the car seat, seatbelt constricting her movement; she let out a small sigh. She watched the buildings swiftly past by from the window, a small frown on her face. Yet again, she wasn't sure why she was doing this, most likely cause being boredom. Maybe she was looking up at the setting sky for some answers, some answers on what she was feeling and why she was feeling that way. It's not like she was going to get any answers, but she continued to do so until the sky grew dark and they found their way at her house.

Even if she didn't want this company to end, all good things will always come to an end whether you like it or not. 

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so what do you think?