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Eleven

“What the fuck have you done?!” Bill was talking now.

“Shut up, scum!” Liz still had the will in her wrecked state to insult her new nemesis. “Oh, God. Oh, God.”

“You’ve just made this child, motherless,” Jeremiah was fighting hard to control his rage. “Sinner. How will you answer God?”
Liz didn’t answer, just curled up into a ball and sobbed.

“And you call me scum?” Bill shook his head in disgust. Before he could even put his hand on his bodyguard’s former gun, Liz was up and had slapped him.
“How dare you? You’re the one who got us into this mess! You should be dead with the rest of them!”

“She has another needle stickin out of her pocket,” Katya said nervously. “Zhet woman was right.”
“You keeled im,” Jean-Luc looked up from his diary.
“Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live,” Jeremiah was being caught up in the momentum.
“Slit her throat,” Marvin hissed from his bunk.

Liz backed slowly into the corner. “C’mon guys, he asked for it… Please—”

Eleven left on Planet Earth.

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