Gene had seen weaponization - even felt what it would be like. She hated it, and she hated the creeple who created it; who used it so freely, with reckless abandon. Because to bot the Hunters and the Horsemen, Halloween was expendable, a resource to be strip mined for soldiers and slaves.
The Haunted House often greeted her when the Doppelganger was in this sort of mood, and it always gave her a good outlet. Genevieve could only hope it would deliver yet again as she stepped through a parlor door.
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