Ch: 70 [Cold]

Ch: 70 [Cold]

Dr. Pamela strode out of the lab, the night air crisp against her skin. Despite the late hour, her strides carried an unusual speed, an unusual energy that raced through her blood. She couldn't seem to get that rush out of her head.

The drive home was quiet, but her mind was racing with images of the plant and its mysterious properties. Her thumb throbbed faintly behind the bandage, a reminder of the tiny cut she had gotten while holding the blossoming flower. The little injury irritated her in ways she couldn't quite express.

The silence embraced her as she entered her rental apartment, an echo of the night that had settled outside. The wall clock flashed its sparkling digital numerals, indicating the hour was nearly midnight. Despite the time, her mind would not rest. Instead, it was as if the events of the day had given her a surge of energy, an inexplicable burst of vitality.

She turned on the lights, the startling brightness hitting her eyes. She kicked off her shoes quickly, the thuds ringing in the quiet room. Her gaze was drawn to the frosted window, which had a coating of dew on it. The night's frost seeped through the glass, reminding her of the world beyond her walls.

Ignoring the chill in the air, she made her way to the bathroom. The soothing glow of the vanity lights greeted her, creating a welcoming atmosphere. A hot bath called to her, a way to unwind after the stresses of the day's revelations.

Her fingers gently turned the tap, letting water pour into the tub. Soon the steam filled the air. The scent of lavender wafted through the air as she poured a generous amount of fragrant bath salts into the swirling water. Then she raised her arms over her head, stretching out the stiff muscles.

She undressed and slid into the tub, sinking into the hot water with a sigh. It embraced her like a warm cocoon, welcoming her home. She closed her eyes, enjoying the soothing sensation of the hot water on her skin.

"Haaa..." She sighed in relief, trying to calm her mind, but only if it was that easy.

Her mind, however, kept returning to the plant, its distinct qualities, and the green glow that seemed to dance inside its petals. The tiny gash on her thumb, a consequence of her research, felt strangely substantial. It throbbed faintly. She took off the bandage and noticed a weird green line around her thumb just where the cut was. She furrowed her brows, slightly concerned.

"Poison? Infrction?" She mumbled to herself as she pressed the place with her finger, "It stings, but... not painful. Humm... I will check it with the doc in the morning."

She lay her hand over her face for a moment, feeling the weight of the day and her questions.

Her gaze returned to the glass window, the drops of dew forming beautiful patterns. As she sunk deeper into the warmth of the bath, the steam surrounding her in a cocoon of serenity, the chilly night air seemed distant.

'I wonder if it will snow tonight,' she wondered, remembering the harsh chill of winter in Gotham.

In the shadows, an outline emerged. It was tall and cloaked, the shadow of its billowing coat dancing on the walls. Its eyes glowed, peering through the darkness, piercing the veil.

She looked up at the foggy sky as she exited the market.

She rushed back to her car, fumbling with her keys before eventually unlocking the door and slipping inside. She exhaled in relief as the warmth re-encircled her. She tried to start the engine, but a clicking sound echoed in the quiet air, indicating it wouldn't be able to start anytime soon.

"Fuck! Come on, car! You were fine this morning!" She cursed and slammed her fists on the steering wheel. She pulled the key from the ignition and got out of the car, peering under the hood, looking for any loose wires or damage. It was too dark and foggy, plus the cold.

After a few minutes of poking around under the hood and checking the battery, she sighed as she slammed her fist on the car's roof. It would seem she had to call a tow company, but she doubts that they would be open at this hour in this cold.

So, she glanced at the bag of noodles resting beside her seat, cursing her luck. "Guess I will have to walk." She locked the car, threw the bag over her shoulder, and started walking back.

As she was cursing her luck, she felt as if someone was following her. She kept her eyes straight as if she was trying to ignore the shadow behind her. She pulled her coat tighter, picking up her pace, her eyes fixed on the frost-covered ground.

As the cold wind blew harshly, the temperature dropped steadily. Her eyes darted behind her, and she saw someone was following her. It was not the cold that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

It was those three shadows chasing her.

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