Disclaimers: See first chapter.

A/N: This chapter becomes violent towards the end.

In Remembrance Of Who She Was

Chapter Three: Pain And Dying In Two Different Ways

I tried to move, but every slight twitch of my mangled thigh muscle sent the spear like, splintered shards of my femur into the freshly torn flesh surrounding it and the daggers of broken ends of multiple ribs into my lungs. As I began to black out from the agony that made the bile rise in my throat, I heard the sound of hope. The desperate cry of a wild animal... it was close, I could hear its breathing. Relief flooded through me, it would smell my blood! Blood would send it into a frenzy! It would kill these things or chase them off at least! What?! They were laughing?! Oh, God the cry was my screaming, I'd heard it distorted due to the pounding of my heart like a sledgehammer in my ears. The panting, my own struggling for laboured gasps of air. After all this for so many years, averting innumerable apocalypses, saving the world and dying to do that, I was going to be killed in a cemetery. Dying by both bleeding to death from my thigh that was connected to my body only by some mangled flesh skewered by my own bone and drowning on the blood that filed my punctured lungs, while a bunch of demons laughed at me.

A/N: Hmm, I think I'll leave it there for now. I promise I'll be updating more often now though. Until then, let me know your thoughts.