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At first she was in charge of protecting a group of street kids. They were little and cold. She cared for them because there was an animal ghost superimposed over them, and she was seeing their soul, and she loved them. She was setting an older one up with a job and an apartment. The job consisted of bill collecting, but he didn’t do the actual collecting, someone else did. She only saw the shadow of the person who collected the money. Uneasy, she left. That night she gathered all the kids together and brought them off the street to stay for the night in a place she had rented. It was safe. Then the human that was not human was outside the door coming down the stairs to get to the door. She couldn’t let him get the kids so while they were still asleep she stepped out and closed the door after her. She could barely make out the thing at the top of the stairs, it looked human, male and old, the type of guy who you think hires a prostitute and beats her for the fun of it, or, worst yet, for her “own good“. One of its hands wasn’t there and in its place was something gold. It looked liquid and dark. It didn’t have the shape of a hand. It stepped toward her and she raised her arm to block the attack.
It touched her with the not-hand and she disappeared into pain. It was complete and total. There was nothing outside of pain. It went on and on. Then it was reduced somewhat and in its place was the feeling of slime, bones, blood, chunks of skin, insects crawling over your disgusting skin, a rotting limb that writhed with maggots, the bones of your face breaking, your ribs, legs, hands, arm. Then it became too much and she was outside of herself. Floating through stars and darkness. Since the not-hand had touched her there had been no sound. It was welcome to hear something, another not-human, feeling something like, *sadness, annoyance, pain for the broken ones, relief, this one not broken, scared, strength*
Then she saw a large golden ball it was made of the same thing as the not-hand, a foul, putrid gold. On top of it and wrapped around it was a color, it was a wavering blue color, beautiful, and she recognized it as self. She was hurtling toward and slammed into, the color, there was a brief flash of the pain, then something pulled her away and she was free.
She was pulled back and shown how the kids she was trying to protect had been killed by an all too human monster. And until humans stopped calling the gold, even if they were rescued, it would change things in their world. Then once again she was slammed into the blue.
When she woke up she was crying.