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Sнαroɴ Dα Sιlvα | əıdsəๅๅı⅁ ɐssəๅ∀ ([personal profile] unitas) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs 2016-06-22 09:37 pm (UTC)

[ It's a little like being punched.

The pain is sharp, and sudden, and then it's cold and numb. The bullets tear through the thin leather of her vest, and, man, the only thing she can think about in that moment is how this was a birthday present from her daddy, and now she's gone and ruined it.

She falls back, hits the bed, and then the floor. The crumbled photo falls out of reach, but she doesn't even notice. The fall doesn't hurt. Nothing really registers.

She tries to breathe, or laugh, but that, that's not like being punched. It's like trying to suck in molten rock, and she sputters. She can taste heat, and metal. Blood, probably.

And then everything inside of her just... stops. No more thoughts. No more feelings. As close to peace as she may ever get.

The world reacts, and the walls begin to flake away as the siren sounds. ]

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