Post by †Faith Winters† on May 29, 2005 2:18:15 GMT
The sound of groans caused by pain echoed throughout the halls, along with the sound of uneven foot steps. Everything within Hospitals was so white, always appeared so clean, yet now, the usually clean, white floor, was stained with a dark crimson liquid. No matter how many times the floors may get washed after this occasion, the blood will forever remain, though it may be physically washed away, that doesn’t change a thing.
Bare feet stumbled over the smooth white tiles of the floor once again, this time bringing the owner of said feet down for the ride. Crashing against the floor, Faith felt her eyes burn and then another rush of tears stream down her face at full speed. Tears lightly hit the floor, and soon turned red as she coughed and more blood left the confines of her mouth.
Somehow managing to pull herself to her feet, Faith pressed one bloody hand against the wall, trying desperately to keep her balance, her other hand clutched at her wound, unsuccessfully trying to stop the steady flow of blood leaving her body. How she was still walking was beyond her, but it wasn’t the time to think about that. Her thoughts kept going back to how she had acquired this wound not to long ago, though she tried to push it back, the memory was still to new,
The streets were calm for once, nice and peaceful, without anyone on them, just the way Faith liked them. She had never really liked the busy life, had always preferred the calm and quiet over the loud and exciting. Though most would be nervous walking by themselves on a bare street, Faith enjoyed it all too much. No one was there to bug her, after all… Or so she assumed.
Out of no where, her senses started to go wild, and she spun around to see whom had set off her built in alarm. Coming face to face with a man who was at least 6’4” and brandishing a rather large sword, she felt a little worried. Her own height only being around 5 foot made the matters worse, seeing as how this man looked like he could squish her with his thumb.
Suddenly she was on her back and her shoulder was aching; he had knocked her over. Looking up at him in a complete loss for words, Faith rose her hands slightly, trying to make an attempted to actually react. A twisted smile formed across his broad face, “Lookie here, I found me a weak one. Come on lycan, get to your feet and fight me like the beast you are” He sneered out, grabbing her shirt and pulling her to her feet.
He held her above the ground for a moment before dropping her to the ground once again. Staring up at the man still, Faith let out a small whimper, which only made the man laugh in her face, “You’re not much of a lycan, are you? I better put you out of your misery before another lycan notices you and kills ya themselves…”
Before she could react, a sharp pain shot through her, it was almost blinding it hurt so badly. Closing her eyes tightly, she felt as tears rushed down her face. Her hands found the wound on her abdomen, where the sword was still inside of her. Crying out in pain, Faiths eyes snapped open and she looked down at the sword. Her white shirt was slowly turning red, and the warm liquid was trickling from in between her fingers.
Looking at the man once more, she clenched her jaw to hold back more tears. He slowly pulled the sword from her, a smug look on his face. All of a sudden, the smug look dissolved, and left behind a look of panic. Faiths hand had shot up and was now firmly wrapped around his throat, slowly cutting away his oxygen. He took one of his massive hands and slammed it against Faiths stomach, emitting a cry of agony from her, and causing her to let go of him.
Taking a few steps back, he grinned once more, “Good luck with that wound, lycan… You deserve to die, I hope it’s slow and painful,” And with that being said, he turned and ran off. Looking at her injury again, she let out a sob, before turning and going as fast as she could towards the Hospital.
Her thoughts snapped back to reality, and she shook her head, before deciding that wasn’t a good idea because it made her dizzy. Taking a few more steps, she nearly fell again, but managed to stay up. The hand over her wound was covered in fresh blood once more, and her white shirt could be claimed as a red one now, though the top was still fairly white. The sword had gone deep, very deep, and the blood flow seemed to never end.
The world around her was slowly getting darker, and everything seemed to be moving away from her. All she could hear was the humming of the lights around her, and her sight was fading fast. Everything suddenly turned black, and she was helpless to what would happen next. Then she was falling, and falling fast. Feeling the cold tiles crash against her body again, she let it all go, and let herself vanish into the blackness.
Bare feet stumbled over the smooth white tiles of the floor once again, this time bringing the owner of said feet down for the ride. Crashing against the floor, Faith felt her eyes burn and then another rush of tears stream down her face at full speed. Tears lightly hit the floor, and soon turned red as she coughed and more blood left the confines of her mouth.
Somehow managing to pull herself to her feet, Faith pressed one bloody hand against the wall, trying desperately to keep her balance, her other hand clutched at her wound, unsuccessfully trying to stop the steady flow of blood leaving her body. How she was still walking was beyond her, but it wasn’t the time to think about that. Her thoughts kept going back to how she had acquired this wound not to long ago, though she tried to push it back, the memory was still to new,
The streets were calm for once, nice and peaceful, without anyone on them, just the way Faith liked them. She had never really liked the busy life, had always preferred the calm and quiet over the loud and exciting. Though most would be nervous walking by themselves on a bare street, Faith enjoyed it all too much. No one was there to bug her, after all… Or so she assumed.
Out of no where, her senses started to go wild, and she spun around to see whom had set off her built in alarm. Coming face to face with a man who was at least 6’4” and brandishing a rather large sword, she felt a little worried. Her own height only being around 5 foot made the matters worse, seeing as how this man looked like he could squish her with his thumb.
Suddenly she was on her back and her shoulder was aching; he had knocked her over. Looking up at him in a complete loss for words, Faith rose her hands slightly, trying to make an attempted to actually react. A twisted smile formed across his broad face, “Lookie here, I found me a weak one. Come on lycan, get to your feet and fight me like the beast you are” He sneered out, grabbing her shirt and pulling her to her feet.
He held her above the ground for a moment before dropping her to the ground once again. Staring up at the man still, Faith let out a small whimper, which only made the man laugh in her face, “You’re not much of a lycan, are you? I better put you out of your misery before another lycan notices you and kills ya themselves…”
Before she could react, a sharp pain shot through her, it was almost blinding it hurt so badly. Closing her eyes tightly, she felt as tears rushed down her face. Her hands found the wound on her abdomen, where the sword was still inside of her. Crying out in pain, Faiths eyes snapped open and she looked down at the sword. Her white shirt was slowly turning red, and the warm liquid was trickling from in between her fingers.
Looking at the man once more, she clenched her jaw to hold back more tears. He slowly pulled the sword from her, a smug look on his face. All of a sudden, the smug look dissolved, and left behind a look of panic. Faiths hand had shot up and was now firmly wrapped around his throat, slowly cutting away his oxygen. He took one of his massive hands and slammed it against Faiths stomach, emitting a cry of agony from her, and causing her to let go of him.
Taking a few steps back, he grinned once more, “Good luck with that wound, lycan… You deserve to die, I hope it’s slow and painful,” And with that being said, he turned and ran off. Looking at her injury again, she let out a sob, before turning and going as fast as she could towards the Hospital.
Her thoughts snapped back to reality, and she shook her head, before deciding that wasn’t a good idea because it made her dizzy. Taking a few more steps, she nearly fell again, but managed to stay up. The hand over her wound was covered in fresh blood once more, and her white shirt could be claimed as a red one now, though the top was still fairly white. The sword had gone deep, very deep, and the blood flow seemed to never end.
The world around her was slowly getting darker, and everything seemed to be moving away from her. All she could hear was the humming of the lights around her, and her sight was fading fast. Everything suddenly turned black, and she was helpless to what would happen next. Then she was falling, and falling fast. Feeling the cold tiles crash against her body again, she let it all go, and let herself vanish into the blackness.
- Aint it cute? Thanks Hayzie! -hugs-
