A|N: My mind begged me to write my own interpretation of Eri running down that alleyway all the way from the beginning part of season 4. and as usual, I couldn't deny its request. As I usually say, expect more writings concerning my favorite horned kid, especially now that I have more time on my hands! Happy reading!
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her legs are cut off. might as well be as she runs through the alleyway so cramped her breathing comes out irregular. choking. she runs for her life from the monster.
he won't give chase because he's full on his own powers, knows he can snatch her up easily and destroy her just as fast, but that won't stop her. if no one can hear and no one can see then no one will ever believe and. well. she isn't as hopeless as the rest are.
her dismembered feet catch on something and time stops. she looks down at the rust coming from her broken appendages. glass through her paper skin. literally poking through the back-most part of her heel. if it didn't hurt before it magnifies now that the injury's visible, a scream coming from her but no one'll hear anyway so she quiets.
she has to keep going otherwise she'll surely be killed.
going into what? away from what again? she must be lightheaded from the blood loss because her movement's slowing. both in brain and in the dead nerves of her legs. her head's pounding in tandem with her heart and the pulses of blood flooding her steps around the object fused with her feet. reminds her of a time when he took off her head no the thing on top of that and she couldn't stop screaming.
she slips and almost falls but at the last second she's up again and she wants to scream at her slowed pace. she can't stop thinking of that time with someone and they were screaming as well and slow like her and it spilled and spilled like her cut foot except all over her face and her dolls and
the monster's breathing down the same room. she can't see him, not in the ill-light and not even when she cranes her neck but she knows the clack of his shoes as a gunshot. she will not look behind her.
she will only look forward at the way out, light peering just around this corner she has to turn in about the time it'll take then she can stop. stop but not dead; away. stop like how that someone begged and begged the monster or how stop like her mother screamed when she first did the cursed thing or maybe even stop in the way that man with the dark suit and mask had commanded before she
fell on her face into someone. she feels sick but she's made it. her savior glows like the sun and the light from before but she doesn't feel warm. only feels blood everywhere on herself as her body stops and stills everything into nothing.