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It felt like the world was ending.
The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. The grip that Onion Eater had on Onion was getting stronger by the second, but their attention was never on it. Onion Eater only had eyes for Hostage, after all. Onion felt so used. To take a bite of it and not even look at it again, to look death in the eyes and not spare a second thought to the measly onion, it cut deep.
The flood waters were rising, and the car simply couldn’t keep up. So much water all around. Rainwater, onion tears; everything was spilling over all at once. What was it even doing here? Onion soup was no good, and it must be destined for greater things than this.
Onion became submerged as the water level rose to cover Onion Eater and Hostage too. Water seeped into its bite marks. Was this the way it would end? Seemingly, the universe had other plans.
It couldn't quite place when it happened, but Onion had limbs, a conscience, the ability to save itself from this watery grave. Perhaps there was some god out there showing mercy on the poor onion.
It swam through the death around it, the unmoving bodies in the car, and Onion escaped. Climbing the wrecked car frame, assaulted by the torrential downpour outside, Onion was free. Truly free.