Fallon remained curled up in her ball. Pain split through her, the piercing stabs as her mind screamed to make it stop. To halt the pain, to allow herself an escape to somewhere. Anywhere. There was a third, a kick in the shins forcing her to crease up, the bitter taste resounding in her mouth. A final pleading look, that frightened and tormented gaze a child. Tears flooded, the intensity bleeding out of her ego and dissipating into the air. No, she would not be saved – why would one put themselves into danger for someone they had just met.
All the adults were the same. They did not care, they did not feel.
That banshee howl of rage, that trembling war cry for blood slicing through the air. The forth did not come. Barely peeking out from behind the tangle of limbs she watched. Enough was enough; the elder had finally snapped and retaliated. Those shackles that tied back the emotions, which held back the will power and crippled one with fear begun to weaken. Chains rattled, and whilst she watched Zandelia throw herself at her attacker without a second thought – Fallon simply begun her scrabbling.
Limbs objected, pain sinking its fangs in as they refused to work or obey. With the attention now off of her, her eyes were released to the brutality of the master. Tiny hands clenched up tightly, that hollow look resting within her gaze as her protector received the brunt of the torture that was meant for her. Shouts sounded out, the crunch and kicks as the pair were separated by force. Eyes blinked the expression turning to that of horror as the heroine of this scene was defeated.
Dragging herself up to her feet, the little girl swayed her mind conflicted upon her next set of actions. She wanted to stop it, to halt the torment, to make a change to this attack. Make it stop, let it heal, protect, save. Just as Zandelia had done for her. The beating pulse rocked within, the mind wrestling over. By trying to intervene surely it would return things to as they once were? All the effort would be to waste. Throat constricted with the tremble of breaths and arms as she stared. Closer now, the flames, the fire, the ability to reach out and grab him was there. Yet still she hesitated, that momentary pause as the hissing crack escaped.
But she had saved her when she could have done nothing.
It was little arms and legs that wrapped their way around his thigh, that feeble pull in an attempt to pull him off. Her eyes screwed up shut, her head burrowing itself into his muscle as she continued to tug - Get off her! Leave her! Take me! It’s my fault! Mine… - There was a back hand straight across her jaw, the angry shout of disgust to her retaliation. World buzzing and bright, the senses took over a base primal rising up like a fire. Fallon’s head wheeled back round, teeth bared and eyes burning. Jaws snapped at the hand, tiny teeth sinking in to the flesh. An angry shout sounded out, the other fist rising back in retaliation and then promptly the sink into nothing.
When Fallon did finally come round it was with a slow sluggishness. The floor was cold, her head throbbing with pain. Cracked lips broke and split, the taste of blood and bile having accumulated in her mouth. It was the dulled aches that clawed upon her, the forced stiffness of the mind. It blurred and twisted, her vision contorting round into shapes. What had happened? Where was she? Why could she not understand?
It was dark, the shadows weaving their way up the wood work and leaving her hovering in a black abyss. A hand shakily moved and stopped as the joints objected. Pain screamed and the rattling coughs of breaths sounded out as she shifted slightly. Was she alone? It was difficult to tell with one swollen eye. A faint glow crawled under the door into this tiny box of a room, the orange snaking out across but not all the way in. It was still too hard to make things out. Her better eye blinked, and she twitched.
A low, mournful whine escaped. It mimicked an animal, starting off as a low tremble in the back of her throat. From there it rose up, the vibration loudening into a pitch, her form barely rising up before the weak limb once more crashed to the ground. She was hurt and hungry, though she was uncertain which one was more intense at present. Not that it mattered, for the face of distress quickly came on show. The whine continued, lips parting as it grew louder and firmer. She was scared, there was no one here. She was completely alone. Right?
Please. Someone. Answer!
All the adults were the same. They did not care, they did not feel.
That banshee howl of rage, that trembling war cry for blood slicing through the air. The forth did not come. Barely peeking out from behind the tangle of limbs she watched. Enough was enough; the elder had finally snapped and retaliated. Those shackles that tied back the emotions, which held back the will power and crippled one with fear begun to weaken. Chains rattled, and whilst she watched Zandelia throw herself at her attacker without a second thought – Fallon simply begun her scrabbling.
Limbs objected, pain sinking its fangs in as they refused to work or obey. With the attention now off of her, her eyes were released to the brutality of the master. Tiny hands clenched up tightly, that hollow look resting within her gaze as her protector received the brunt of the torture that was meant for her. Shouts sounded out, the crunch and kicks as the pair were separated by force. Eyes blinked the expression turning to that of horror as the heroine of this scene was defeated.
Dragging herself up to her feet, the little girl swayed her mind conflicted upon her next set of actions. She wanted to stop it, to halt the torment, to make a change to this attack. Make it stop, let it heal, protect, save. Just as Zandelia had done for her. The beating pulse rocked within, the mind wrestling over. By trying to intervene surely it would return things to as they once were? All the effort would be to waste. Throat constricted with the tremble of breaths and arms as she stared. Closer now, the flames, the fire, the ability to reach out and grab him was there. Yet still she hesitated, that momentary pause as the hissing crack escaped.
But she had saved her when she could have done nothing.
It was little arms and legs that wrapped their way around his thigh, that feeble pull in an attempt to pull him off. Her eyes screwed up shut, her head burrowing itself into his muscle as she continued to tug - Get off her! Leave her! Take me! It’s my fault! Mine… - There was a back hand straight across her jaw, the angry shout of disgust to her retaliation. World buzzing and bright, the senses took over a base primal rising up like a fire. Fallon’s head wheeled back round, teeth bared and eyes burning. Jaws snapped at the hand, tiny teeth sinking in to the flesh. An angry shout sounded out, the other fist rising back in retaliation and then promptly the sink into nothing.
When Fallon did finally come round it was with a slow sluggishness. The floor was cold, her head throbbing with pain. Cracked lips broke and split, the taste of blood and bile having accumulated in her mouth. It was the dulled aches that clawed upon her, the forced stiffness of the mind. It blurred and twisted, her vision contorting round into shapes. What had happened? Where was she? Why could she not understand?
It was dark, the shadows weaving their way up the wood work and leaving her hovering in a black abyss. A hand shakily moved and stopped as the joints objected. Pain screamed and the rattling coughs of breaths sounded out as she shifted slightly. Was she alone? It was difficult to tell with one swollen eye. A faint glow crawled under the door into this tiny box of a room, the orange snaking out across but not all the way in. It was still too hard to make things out. Her better eye blinked, and she twitched.
A low, mournful whine escaped. It mimicked an animal, starting off as a low tremble in the back of her throat. From there it rose up, the vibration loudening into a pitch, her form barely rising up before the weak limb once more crashed to the ground. She was hurt and hungry, though she was uncertain which one was more intense at present. Not that it mattered, for the face of distress quickly came on show. The whine continued, lips parting as it grew louder and firmer. She was scared, there was no one here. She was completely alone. Right?
Please. Someone. Answer!
