A/N: Why hello there! :D This is just a neat little bit to whet your hunger for what's to come, ie: the sequal to Falling Up: From Under the Blue Skies. This takes place after that story, about 11ish years in the future from Falling Up and this actually does happen, it's just WAY the heck less detailed than it will be, merely describing emotions and thoughts rather than surroundings. Yes, these are my intentions. Keep in mind as well that the speaker, Swift, is not addressing only her attacker, Azrael, but more like the entire world...

Swift and Azrael (c) me.

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Shattered Horizon

Take these hands……and turn them into weapons.

Slit my wrists, my throat should I even dare attempt to escape this fate.

Tease me with the promise of a purpose. Of a life. Of a family.

Make no mistake; the monster lies just beneath the surface. So, just break the seal. Break me. Shatter my very heart, soul, being to get what you desire.

Take everything from me just when I seem to have it within my grasp. Steal the crumbs I'm given for my "heroics".

I should have known it would all fall away.

Crush my bones and tear out my bleeding heart. Don't think about what you leave in your wake. It'll be over soon enough anyway.

Rend away my soul. There was never anything there in the first place. Nothing. Dead air. Empty space.

They'd always said I had possessed an arctic flame, but I know they lied now, just as you do.

I should have known.

Turn your back on me. Slam the door in my face. Forsaken me just as the rest of the world has already done. Leave me lying out here in the cold, as good as dead. Leave me to die. Leave me…

Alone.

My curse. Never to truly belong.

Arms tied behind my back, skin-tight as you prepare to execute, to stain the snow-white ground in crimson blood. And for what?

Nothing.

To forever walk this world alone.

Alone now, more than ever before. So much more.

The silver hollow sliver. Gently brush it against my bristling quills as I hide in cold sweat, unable to fear, to change my attempt. Heave it, piercing through another victim. I tremble, weak as you gaze into my eyes.

…I should have.