This is actually just a nightmare I had. So it will get graphic.
I hope you enjoy it more than I did.
There was no safer place than Vale.
Absolutely no safer place than Beacon.
But for the Huntresses...There wasn't a more dangerous place.
Somewhere in Vale...
The girls screams cut through the air, hanging in the rusting scaffolding of the old building.
How long had she been here?
She felt the dried blood on her arms and fingers where it would drip to the floor. The air was starting to cool, she felt it on her chest and face. Holes in the sides of the building let in small streams of sunlight.
She guessed it hadn't been more than half a day.
How had she gotten here?
All she remembered was that she was walking around Vale, waiting to go on a date.
She was nervous, extremely nervous. Dates tended to do that. The walk around the town had become tedious, so she'd went to the docks.
The bench she'd been sitting on was uncomfortable. Even more so because a stranger had sat next to her.
He was handsome, a familiar kind of attractiveness. He carried himself with authority, but in a relaxed way.
She swore she'd seen this man before.
But as soon as she'd turned to say something, the world bent black.
Right now pain cycled through her shoulder, blood still pouring from the cuts.
Screaming was her first and only option. Her limbs felt heavy, impossible to move.
It was either the pain or the fear that immobilized her. Maybe both.
Everything was getting cold.
She could only hope someone was coming for her.
Before the world went back for the last time.
Is it as fuzzy for you as it was for me?
It'll get clearer as I go, Swear.
