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Vengeance is only as
sweet as you make it.
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It was hard to remember exactly what occurred. At first, it was twilight and a distance unstopping ringing noise condensed throughout her skull. She begging in her mind for it to stop, however, it continued its little tune continuously in her head. This is what made her stir, she didn't recall much, as she stumbled forth, falling from the platform she'd been on onto the dust of the floor. It was all burning in agony, to move was to feel a sharp sense of discomfort run between her muscles. She felt her lips part to gasp for air as if this was her first time inhaling ever.
Clanking of metal on wood, the sounds of screaming and panicked wails for help.
She shifted her arm to hold onto her side, groaning as her hand slipped along the cloth that was drenched in warm liquid. All she could reason of from the ringing in her head was the need to move. The need to be safe and sheltered. With that, she tried to balance herself up and carefully step along, away from the dusty ground she had been laying on. Her arm holstered against the one seeping gash on her torn upside.
The cries of terrified children through the clang of the metal, the smell of blood.
It was all so baffling, her view disoriented and seemingly could not think straight, as she stumbled through the woods. Her body on what seemed to be it's own, half mindly moved to take off the blue vest that cased her upper half. Ripping it she used it to wrap around the laceration, to help with the bleeding.
The flash of metal crashing down, a flash of pain and everything fading to seeming darkness.
The next few days were nothing more than a blur, the ringing stopped but then everything went slightly green her mind-jarring with assumptions and panic as she tried to find where she was. She didn't understand who she was, or what she was or at all what was happening to her. However, she didn't want help, she couldn't get help in her feeble mind. It was days of blindly and weakly stumbling around and trying to figure out what to do. The only thing that saved her was an old but familiar face, one that promised he would keep it hidden and keep her safe.
That's how she remembered it now, sitting on the cot above the open bar nursing her side. Still confused and dazed and this ever-growing desire for the need to suffocate something...
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∘₊✧──────✧₊∘
Vengeance is only as
sweet as you make it.
∘₊✧──────✧₊∘
It was hard to remember exactly what occurred. At first, it was twilight and a distance unstopping ringing noise condensed throughout her skull. She begging in her mind for it to stop, however, it continued its little tune continuously in her head. This is what made her stir, she didn't recall much, as she stumbled forth, falling from the platform she'd been on onto the dust of the floor. It was all burning in agony, to move was to feel a sharp sense of discomfort run between her muscles. She felt her lips part to gasp for air as if this was her first time inhaling ever.
Clanking of metal on wood, the sounds of screaming and panicked wails for help.
She shifted her arm to hold onto her side, groaning as her hand slipped along the cloth that was drenched in warm liquid. All she could reason of from the ringing in her head was the need to move. The need to be safe and sheltered. With that, she tried to balance herself up and carefully step along, away from the dusty ground she had been laying on. Her arm holstered against the one seeping gash on her torn upside.
The cries of terrified children through the clang of the metal, the smell of blood.
It was all so baffling, her view disoriented and seemingly could not think straight, as she stumbled through the woods. Her body on what seemed to be it's own, half mindly moved to take off the blue vest that cased her upper half. Ripping it she used it to wrap around the laceration, to help with the bleeding.
The flash of metal crashing down, a flash of pain and everything fading to seeming darkness.
The next few days were nothing more than a blur, the ringing stopped but then everything went slightly green her mind-jarring with assumptions and panic as she tried to find where she was. She didn't understand who she was, or what she was or at all what was happening to her. However, she didn't want help, she couldn't get help in her feeble mind. It was days of blindly and weakly stumbling around and trying to figure out what to do. The only thing that saved her was an old but familiar face, one that promised he would keep it hidden and keep her safe.
That's how she remembered it now, sitting on the cot above the open bar nursing her side. Still confused and dazed and this ever-growing desire for the need to suffocate something...
