Her raw flesh scraped across the pavement, a low scuttle filling the otherwise silent air when her feet dragged along. Her arms wrapped around her, bloodied palms pressed close to the ratty towel she'd taken from the clothesline. Her lips pursed, throat dry and sore from the screaming. Her brown hair, once soft and curly, was clinging to her back, drenched with blood and bringing the sting from the fresh burn to a constant sensation. She could feel, now, and she was overwhelmed with it. Betrayed because of the monster she'd seen her brother become, infuriated from the betrayal... But there was a sole thing picking at her, something bitter to taste and unnerving her fresh soul.
... She was terrified, because she wouldn't know what to do if he came around... And human, because the pain clung to her more than the sack of flesh she was eternally bound to.
She kept moving on, one foot in front of the other as she clung to the thin cloth that covered her. Every step took her further away, and such was the sole reason a happy feeling flickered in the back of her mind. Such was one of the reasons she chose to remain alive.
A light then flashed, the brilliant incandescence blinding her sight and leaving a ringing pitch to assault her ears. She cringed away, trying to burrow her head into her arms, yet it was far too late for any of the sort. It was wrapping around her, devouring her and leaving her head throbbing in pain and annoyance. She was lucky when it ended, when the light flickered and vanished as the object heaved her off of her feet and departed with a ringing blackness.