Post by Decoii on Nov 4, 2017 23:06:15 GMT -5
The air was crisp and cool but her blood was boiling in her veins. Each inhale felt as if she'd struggled to breathe with a 3 ton weight pressing down on her lungs and each exhale was a torturous rapid cycle that brought release and left her craving for more. Her mind... Well, Rose' mind wasn't really there at the moment. She wasn't thinking, she wasn't seeing, she wasn't really hearing anything other then the unstable breathing of her heart, and the pounding of her paws against the frozen dirt on the ground.
She had been drinking, she had been slipping, and everything she loved had left her. Since her fight with Reaver, she knew God was torturing her. At first, she was fine. Angry, but fine. She had meant what she had said, and was working towards her goal of protecting everyone she loved. Even if it meant she had to struggle to learn how to do so. Even if it meant that she had to wake up to what her reality was. Rose wasn't stupid, she'd seen a dead body, she's seen murders, she's danced with murderers and drank on the graves of the victims. But it was different when she was doing the digging.
Regardless of all of that, she marched forward without showing hesitation. Reaver had chosen his path, she had chosen hers. She'd be damned if she would fall apart before he did. It was such a simple ideology that kept her going. She was growing, maturing... But it was only on the surface. She held on to that moment and that grudge tighter then she should have. To be honest, everything was fine. At first, she learned more on the weapons trade, made herself a new boyfriend, consumed more drugs then she could name off of the top of her head.
But slowly... Everything started slipping out of her reach. The family she had, was falling apart. Dying, being taken away for their crimes. Punished. Each and every person who entered her life, each person she gave her heart to and helped clean the blood from their hands had been taken away from her. She didn't understand how. Why. What went wrong. What was the connection? She questioned it all but understood nothing of it.
Except for the fact that she found herself being the only overlapping factor in all of it.
So she isolated herself, slipped more. Became angry, did drugs and each time she was hitting rock bottom, that fell through too. So she was falling, and she was never reaching the ground. But she kept her composure. Did what she was told not to do. Did all the stupid shit and ran away from it all.
Her paws slid on the ground as she paused long enough to take the left side of the split path. She wasn't thinking, just running away in panic. She had been chased, someone was following to kill her... No, multiple people. She didn't know if anyone followed her or not. The drugs in her system was fucking with her equilibrium and all she knew was her heart was still beating and she couldn't hear anything.
So she ran. Through trees, behind houses, then finally, through a long dark alleyway. She saw the light at the end of it and pushed herself a little harder. Maybe she'd died and finally gone to heaven. She didn't know what was behind her, but she could see ahead of herself and all she saw was the light. She was less then a meter away from what she felt was freedom when a shadow crossed the path. The enemy.
Panic ran up her body and without hesitation, she jumped at the enemy. She jumped and bit into what she had hoped was what she had aimed for. The neck, a quick and simple kill it turned out to be when she heard bones cracking under the pressure of her jaw and felt blood spray across her closed eyes. She felt the drop of a body underneath her and growled out as she shook her head to make sure that the enemy was dead.
It took less then 5 seconds for all of this to happen but during that time, she opened her eyes and looked at the body below her only to find herself in so much shock that she unconsciously shifted back into a human. She heard the screams around her and in panic, looked up slowly to see the busy downtown streets of the town she lived in. It was an early night. On Halloween. Children and parents and cars filled the streets along with their screams and the scent of their panic.
Trembling, Rose looked down at the corpse of what looked like a five year old boy... Whose throat she had just ripped out.
And she ran.