DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything. Because I'm crap. But, seriously, I lay
no claim to anything in this story that could conceivably have been created
by someone else. Anyone else. Anyone at all.
She was drawn by the fire, not the sounds. But when she arrived, she found that there were screams. And sobs. And pain. And blood. So much blood.
Then light and fire and sound roared out of her in a flood that she couldn't control. And the screams outside her head stopped. But the blood remained, as did the screams inside her head. Everywhere that could be seen. Touched. Smelt. Heard. They followed her.
So she ran and ran and ran, until she could run no more, and it came time to stop and hide.
And then, for a very long time (or so it seemed), there was nothing but darkness, with only spots of fire dancing on the insides of her eyes and muted screams inside her head to remind her that there had ever been anything but darkness.
Until they came and brought her into the light. And she remembered. And remembered. And remembered. And then she was stopped from screaming.
When she awoke, she was told that a week had passed. And that she should be grateful, as the light and fire and sound were a Gift. And she was lucky. They said it was good.
Her mother was gone.
Her father was gone.
Her brothers were gone.
And it was good.
So, all things considered, her only option was to start running.
A/N: The idea in my head for the next chapter is somewhat more interesting. To me, at least. And, if it ever does get posted, the style should be different.
She was drawn by the fire, not the sounds. But when she arrived, she found that there were screams. And sobs. And pain. And blood. So much blood.
Then light and fire and sound roared out of her in a flood that she couldn't control. And the screams outside her head stopped. But the blood remained, as did the screams inside her head. Everywhere that could be seen. Touched. Smelt. Heard. They followed her.
So she ran and ran and ran, until she could run no more, and it came time to stop and hide.
And then, for a very long time (or so it seemed), there was nothing but darkness, with only spots of fire dancing on the insides of her eyes and muted screams inside her head to remind her that there had ever been anything but darkness.
Until they came and brought her into the light. And she remembered. And remembered. And remembered. And then she was stopped from screaming.
When she awoke, she was told that a week had passed. And that she should be grateful, as the light and fire and sound were a Gift. And she was lucky. They said it was good.
Her mother was gone.
Her father was gone.
Her brothers were gone.
And it was good.
So, all things considered, her only option was to start running.
A/N: The idea in my head for the next chapter is somewhat more interesting. To me, at least. And, if it ever does get posted, the style should be different.