Post by Stella on Jul 23, 2008 7:18:38 GMT -5
Aur and I decided to write a little something describing Reese and Stella’s escape from the Dotna underground area since we had to sort of gloss over all of this to get the story moving. Should be just a few posts to explain why Stella was so absent at the end of the thread.
There was a fight happening. The sounds of weapons flying filled the air, magic spells being called out. The voices of her team mates, their threats and taunts. All of it should have comforted her. But over the din all she could hear was the sound of the poor woman crying, where ever she was. All she could concentrate on were those pitiful sounds and the smell of blood clogging her senses.
Stella knew that she was supposed to be helping but she was rooted to the spot where she stood. Her eyes cast downward at the metal floor where a pool of blood was spreading, slowly, like a sickness. The guns in her hands were so cold, burning her flesh. With a plaintive sound at the back of her throat she slowly let them slide from her fingers clattering to the ground with an unheard crash.
Trying to steady herself she placed a hand on a near by wall, only to gaze up at it in terror. They were closing in, tighter and tighter, getting so close. There was no breath, no air. Her knees hit the floor jarring her body. A lump starts to form in her throat, tears threaten to spill down but no. She can not cry. No, she mustn’t make any noise, some one might come, and they might hear her. It’s so very dark in this place.
She finds herself curled up on the floor gasping for breath, eyes shut against the dark. The only way to avoid the heat was this position, curled up tight, fists against her stomach. Couldn’t touch the walls, they would burn. But they were close, so close, so tight. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, breaking it, making it bleed.
Stella…
Don’t move now… wouldn’t want you to get hurt…
The voice was just some where on the edge of her mind, taunting her, teasing her. She was alone again, lost in the black ocean of her own memories, unable to hold back the tide. Swept away in the darkness and lost.
There was a fight happening. The sounds of weapons flying filled the air, magic spells being called out. The voices of her team mates, their threats and taunts. All of it should have comforted her. But over the din all she could hear was the sound of the poor woman crying, where ever she was. All she could concentrate on were those pitiful sounds and the smell of blood clogging her senses.
Stella knew that she was supposed to be helping but she was rooted to the spot where she stood. Her eyes cast downward at the metal floor where a pool of blood was spreading, slowly, like a sickness. The guns in her hands were so cold, burning her flesh. With a plaintive sound at the back of her throat she slowly let them slide from her fingers clattering to the ground with an unheard crash.
Trying to steady herself she placed a hand on a near by wall, only to gaze up at it in terror. They were closing in, tighter and tighter, getting so close. There was no breath, no air. Her knees hit the floor jarring her body. A lump starts to form in her throat, tears threaten to spill down but no. She can not cry. No, she mustn’t make any noise, some one might come, and they might hear her. It’s so very dark in this place.
She finds herself curled up on the floor gasping for breath, eyes shut against the dark. The only way to avoid the heat was this position, curled up tight, fists against her stomach. Couldn’t touch the walls, they would burn. But they were close, so close, so tight. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, breaking it, making it bleed.
Stella…
Don’t move now… wouldn’t want you to get hurt…
The voice was just some where on the edge of her mind, taunting her, teasing her. She was alone again, lost in the black ocean of her own memories, unable to hold back the tide. Swept away in the darkness and lost.
