When Lightning got home, she made sure to open the door with the hand that wasn't covered in Snow's blood. She slammed the door shut behind her, and then ran into the laundry room as if someone was chasing after her. She took off most of her clothes, and threw them into the washing machine. Then, she ran into the bathroom, stepped into the shower without bothering to strip off the remainder of her clothes, and turned the water on.
Despite the fact that she had killed Snow at least a half an hour ago, she still felt the adrenaline pumping through her body. But, unlike when she hurt Serah, she felt no sickness in her stomach, nor did she smell an intoxicating copper scent that made her sick.
But, the copper from Snow was intoxicating in a different way. Rather than pushing her into a sickly drunken state, it pushed her into a state of excitement. She felt happy, like she could take on anything in the world. But, she just hoped that her urges to hurt her baby sister were gone. She figured she would go see her in the morning.
She turned the water off, and then stepped out. The pouch that held her knife was one of the few things she had kept on, mostly so she could clean her blade after she had cleaned herself, without risk of staining the rest of her clothes. She turned the faucet on, and then opened the pouch and reached in for her knife.
But she found nothing. The adrenaline burst out of her, replaced with panic.
"No." she said to herself, moving her hand around the pouch in vain. "No!" she exclaimed. What if she had dropped the blade on the way over? Or worst… What if she dropped it at Snow's place? She removed her hand from the pouch, and then reached for the knob. She turned the faucet off, and then ran into her room, put on some clothes without bothering to dry herself, and then went out the door.
The drive over to Snow's apartment seemed like it lasted for hours, but in reality was over within a few minutes. So much went through her mind. She had killed Snow, so fucking what? Serah was still going to be without someone in her life to protect her. Lighting would be thrown in prison, and her sister would be hurt by the world. She'd still failed in protecting her baby.
When she reached the apartment, her heart skipped a beat. The Guardian Corps had already arrived.
"Damn it!" she exclaimed, slamming her first into the wheel. "No!" she exclaimed, tears slipping out of her eyes. "No, no, no, no!" she cried. She was going to be taken away. She could already see what was going to happen. The Guardian Corps, people she worked with, were going to drag her away from her little sister as she cried for her. Cried for the person that had tried to kill her.
She raised up off of the wheel, and then turned her vehicle around. She might as well go see her sister while she still can, without bars in her way, at least. Or maybe at all. For murder, they might just shoot her and get it done with. But she had to see her sister one last time. To see those sweet little eyes, to hear that innocent voice, to hold her in her arms…..
To see if her urges had left.