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November Criminals (2017) Directed by Sacha Gervasi

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Chloë Moretz photographed for Marie Claire  March, 2013

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She’d felt something similar before, trapped within the confines of that underground bunker, that lab. The other girls, all of them so NAIVE to everything around them just as she was. A connection to one another, bonding them as sisters even if their relations were more distant from generations ago. But that sensation had been a dull comfort in cold surroundings. Subdued from their trainings and learnings, their surroundings MUTING their expressions. A small static in the grand scheme of it all but just enough to bring them together and unite them. Even though now they were all gone, leaving Aurelia as just ONE rather than their previous many and groupings. Singular, utterly alone in a world made for Man rather than their people. No links, no ties, always moving, always RUNNING. And it had left her spirit cold and dry.

But this, this was nothing in comparison to what she had felt once before. Drawing her to the cabin on the porch, something far more different than those links she had experienced before. It was glowing with WARMTH, with the feeling of pure nature flowing through it. Pulsing with a comfort that called to her, reminded her ancient Myranore soul of something akin to a HOME. Something it, her very spirit, had not thought of in centuries under the thumb of Man. Wild and free, untamed. Something someone might say Aurelia herself had become since her escape. So much time in hiding, isolating herself, and for the first time since then, Aurelia no longer felt utterly alone. Another being, just like her, here. Just inside the home. But even she knew not to overstep, to push at a BOUNDARY so clearly set.

And then it touched upon her. A voice, foreign, playing in her mind. One she had never heard before and only confirming the existence of her kind hidden within. Her hand reached out, brushing across the wooden door, taking in every crack and crevice in the cool surface that could not compare to the HEAT she felt coming from inside. Singing so brightly.  

❛    You feel it too, right?   ❜   A thought pushed back past the walls separating them, a link only a Myranore could hold with one another. This, this was something the government could NEVER fake. They could never imitate that sensation of connecting with their own kind, could never intrude on their sanctuaries built within their own minds nor could they ever completely STOP them. It was their church, their temple, the only place they could truly feel safe and could truly feel their souls, sharing them with one another. At least, that was how it had been for them in that lab.   ❛     Don’t be afraid. We’re the same.  ❜      But was that for the other’s benefit or for HERSELF? She could feel her body trembling, memories of her other sisters drenched in crimson and so very still on pristine white tiles, liquid pouring from the single hole in their temples, given before they even knew what was happening.

All of them gone so quickly. Because of HER.

But this one still shone so brightly. Was she even aware of their existence? Aurelia hadn’t known any of them existed on the outside, she barely knew anything of her OWN PEOPLE. Everything twisted by those people that held them for so long, unable to detangle the truths from their web of lies she still felt caught in.    ❝     I thought I was ALONE———      ❞      Words spoken audibly now, so soft and words that could easily float away.  But here was something secure, something she could be CERTAIN about. Because those people could never rip away this ability, no matter how they might claw and try to tear it from them.

The voice that responded within her own mind wasn’t her’s, it wasn’t her own mind playing tricks on her. This was a completely different voice. When her mother and her would have connections like this, having that sense of conversation within the temple of one’s mind, she always heard the voice of her mother with care and love. She heard this voice even when her mother wasn’t anywhere near her. It was comforting in the fact that her mother always made sure that she was alright when using this ability they shared. Whenever Rhosyn had a nightmare, she could hear her mother’s voice immediately through her thoughts. Hush, little one. It was only a dream. 

This new voice, the one that rang true in her head to promise that they were indeed the same, had a cold feeling to it. A cold, foreign feeling like ice breaking through the warmth that she once held. But, beyond that cold, there was hope. Hope that wasn’t apart of the first experience she had when laying in her bed. Hope that the voice had found someone that was going to help them. The voice, don’t be afraid, we’re the same, promised the sanctuary that she had not felt in a long time. The safe haven that was having the link between their kind, the promise of being kept in secret. 

So, Rhosyn opened the door. She had to, this voice was the same as her. Myranore. They needed to stick together as much as they could, as her mother once said. The door creaked open, inviting in the dreaded cold of the moonlight that burned against her warm skin. Within the cabin, there was central heating and air conditioning, so she would never feel hot nor cold. She always kept the house at the perfect temperature, but couldn’t help but make a fire in the fireplace when the snow outside promised the destruction of her power. 

When Rhosyn looked into her eyes, she then understood the reasoning by the foreign feeling. This myranore was completely different. But, Rhosyn didn’t shut the door. She stared into those purple irises with slight confusion. Her mother hadn’t told her of those who had purple eyes. 

❝     Quick,    come    inside,    it’s    cold,     ❞     Rhosyn whispered, reaching out her hand to welcome the myranore into her home. She could see the dirt and grime that painted on the other’s skin. Days of running, days of hiding, probably days of not having enough to eat and drink. It wasn’t safe to be outside at night considering the amount of animals that liked to hunt under the light of the moon, plus the human hunters that would shoot on sight without realizing what they were shooting at. Her cabin was hidden deep in the area of hunting grounds where not many people would find them, so they would be safe. 

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              This   was   a   feeling   she   hasn’t   felt   in   a   while.   Not   since   her   mother   was   alive.   Her   quiet   cabin   with   long   nights   making   her   mind   wander   with   wonder.   Yet,   every   now   and   then,   she’d   get   faint   feelings   of   those   of   her   kind   giving   promise   that   they   were   still   alive.   The   legacy,   albeit   small   and   slowly   dying,   still   lived   on   through   the   next   generation   of   myranore   that   continued   to   stay   hidden.   But,   this   feeling   she   felt   now,   the   one   that   forced   her   to   sit   up   in   her   bed,   was   stronger   than   the   ones   she’d   felt   over   the   years. 

 What   if   it   was   her   mother?   She   remembered   the   last   day   her   mother   was   here.   She   screamed   and   kicked   against   her   captures   while   her   father   made   sure   they   didn’t   get   both   his   wife   and   child.   She   couldn’t   get   her   mother’s   screams   out   of   her   head.   For   awhile,   she   kept   the   connection   strong   with   her   mother,   communicating   as   much   as   she   could.   Until   that   was   it,   the   feeling   of   her   mother   was   gone.   And   for   years,   she   searched   and   searched.   Could   it   be   her   mother? 

 Throwing   off   her   covers,   Rhosyn   got   out   of   her   bed.   Leaving   her   room   in   her   pajamas   that   consist   of   worn   shorts   and   a   ripped   t-shirt,   she   ignored   her   slippers   and   robe   that   sat   by   the   door   of   her   bedroom.   The   feeling   persisted,   making   her   breath   and   feet   that   tapped   on   the   wooden   floor   the   only   noise   that   grew   in   the   quiet   house.   She   stopped   right   at   the   front   door   that   lead   to   the   porch,   she   hesitated. 

 This   feeling   was   different   from   her   mother’s.   A   warm   connection   she   had   once,   but   now   it   was   gone,   this   wasn’t   her   mother.   This   feeling   was   more   foreign,   more   exotic,   than   Rhosyn   has   ever   experienced.   She   stood   at   the   front   door,   scared   to   open   it.   But,   something   she   wasn’t   scared   of   doing   was   reaching   out. 

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