Pain. Slashing. Teeth ripping into flesh. Hot. Cold. Blood coating the air. The darkness fought to overwhelm her. To swallow her completely. Her screams fill the air, the wind takes them away from the carnage, away from the source of her hurt.
The wind also takes the curses flying through the air. Someone is shouting, someone is killing with absolute abandon. The word whore is used as a weapon, as it slices into her body, she spasms and prays that this will end, that the attacker will leave.
Without even realizing it, another voice answers the angry one. This one shakes but hold power, this voice answers every slur and it gives back, it taunts, it fights, it tells the other to fuck itself, it tells that the other has lost. A howl. A snarl. Pain, blood pours. Arms of fire. The last thing Piper realizes before the darkness overwhelms her is that the second voice, the one who meets Leah's snarls and screams as claws rip into her skin, is her own voice.
Short but not sweet.