Anna wanted to run as she felt a piercing stab through her stomach. She saw a pointed metal spike covered in her blood, but the pain did not register in her mind.
Anna's arm ached as her brother's hands tried to remain tightly upon her wrist. Nails dug into flesh as she was driven up. While suspended towards the sky, she could no longer hear her brother's cries. Dark figures cut through the clouds of Vancouver as every one of her nerves and neurons began to fire off. Adrenaline surged through her veins. A metallic odor filled her soul. Her world was gone.
But a new world began. Her mind became wider, allowing demanding voices and noises to pour in. It pushed out any understanding of words or sounds that it didn't command. The meaning of her brother's cries was lost upon her as she descended back down towards the Earth.
The voices screamed.
Run!
And so Anna did. She finally got her wish. Her feet pounded against the streets that used to be familiar to her, searching for a target.
The voices pointed one to her. They called to her and directed her to fight. It tried to run, but she was faster.
Attack!
Anna dug and clawed into her target. It yelled at her, but she couldn't hear it over the screams that drowned out her thoughts.
Bite!
Anna sunk her teeth into the target's neck. Blood soaked her vision as she torn through its skin.
Smash!
Anna pounded her target's head into the ground until it stopped moving. The voices sent a rewarding pleasant surge throughout her body for the deed.
But it was not right. She wanted the overpowering buzz to end. To stop the screams that stifled her.
Anna screamed against the voices. Her scream drowned its sounds and brought a quiet hum to her mind. But the voices roared back in, with a ten-fold of strength and demanded her to keep moving.
More!
When would it be enough? She wanted to stop, but the voices continued to overpower her. She tried to scream to block it again, but all she could do was run, attack, bite, and smash.
The pleasant surge grew with each kill. She still tried to fight against it, but it pulled her. Her mind was not her own.
Ten targets had already been taken out once she found herself upon an ascending structure.
The voices found her a new goal. It's howl directed her towards it.
Climb!
Anna continued to scale the structure until she found what the voices wanted.
They screeched when she spotted the target.
Destroy!
Anna did as the voices commanded and bit down into her target's neck. But she couldn't get through its skin. Its blood did not wash over her sight like the others.
"Son of a bitch!" The target's voice cut through, but the words were meaningless to her.
"Shepard!" Another voice called out. More meaningless words that the voices said to ignore.
Kill!
Anna grabbed for the targets head, but it knocked her to the side. Anna felt the familiar piercing into her skull. The voices finally stopped.
Anna slumped to the ground. She didn't need to run, not that she could. But it felt good just to stay in one place and lie down.
The last thing Anna saw was her target looking over her. Its voice was like silk on her mind.
Smooth, calm, and freeing. The voice brought comfort into her last moments.
"Poor bastard."