Ander hugged Kenna tightly, his eyes shining. He had almost lost her, just like that. Crypta went down and brought Robo up, running her hand on the dent.
Suddenly all the stress from everything finally came down on her. Finding out she was supposed to be killed, running away, not knowing whether Ander was dead or alive, him going off to type in the kill code, nearly getting killed, and everything in between. It finally came down on her and she started crying from it.
Kenna cried into his chest. It felt good having Ander's arms around her. She could feel the love coming out of him. After a bit she had run out of tears. She stopped leaning on "Your clothes are wet," she said, a few years still in her voice.
For a second I thought you were talking about literal flower girls, like at a wedding lol))
Ander brushed Kenna's hair back so he could see her face better, smiling. Crypta piped up. "Well I'm hungry, so I'll make pie. Care to help me, Club Girl?"
Kenna had never thought in her entire life that her first kiss would be after a close brush with death, in the kitchen, with two pie obsessed peeps skittering around the room.
"The craziest past two days," Kenna said.
Kenna looked at the clone and took a few steps towards it. He was still alive. "What're we going to do with him?" she asked.
Clone Ander wasn't only alive, he was awake. He had been that way for only a couple minutes. Luckily for him his eyes had still been open when he was knocked out so he still had a sense of what was going on around him.
He saw Kenna's feet walk closer to his face. It was close enough. He leapt for her and pulled her feet out from under her.
Kenna screamed as she was suddenly pinned to the floor. The clone yanked her cane out of her grasp and threw it across the room, obviously not wanting to chance getting hit with it again. She stared wide-eyed as he quickly pulled a knife out of his pocket.
Kenna had been frozen in fear. Having someone who looked exactly like Ander...seeing his face knowing he wanted to kill her. She knew it wasn't Ander, but it was, and it was frightening. She managed to crawl onto a kitchen chair.
Clone Ander had a vice grip on the knife. He rolled on top of Ander and tried to bring the knife to his throat.
