States of Resemblance — 3. Deimos

Pain and darkness. She knew both of them well. And in the foggy, half-awake clangor of her mind, she embraced the sharp spikes of pain shooting through her skull and let them force her back to her senses.

She had lost.

She had been bested by her... twin, and left here to await whatever fate was being planned for her.

Here was some sort of prison cell. Cold. Dark. Empty of life except for her own. Her mouth tasted of blood, and a thin, bright line glowed blurredly some distance away, far beyond reach.