Fights Alexandria

A hand suddenly seized me, lifting me up and off of my feet by the fabric of my flexible chest armor. I blinked, jarred off of my train of thought, into the snarling face of Alexandria.

“Apocrypha!”

Stop. Fight.

My heart thudded in my ears, impossibly loud.

[FIGHT​]

“Them go let!”

Her words came to me as though across a great distance, garbled and nonsensical. Something felt different, wrong, off, compared to just a second ago, but I couldn’t put my finger on what it was. There was just that sense that something fundamental had just changed, and not for the better.

Alexandria shook me, violently. Why?

“Apocrypha! I you what understand do said? All them go let!”

Fight.

Everything crystallized. I understood, now.

Fight.

That was why she was shaking me.

Fight.

That was why she had such an aggressive expression on her face.

Fight.

That was why she was yelling.

Fight.

A thousand bugs in flight. My swarm, my constant allies, crawling, swooping, stinging. They marched to their deaths. They found every open place and flooded it. They were crushed and died. And in exchange, so did she.

She was my enemy.