15th Fall 514AV
It was a bad day to decide to pay Jillene a visit. She could have stayed in her room where it was safe. Except that her room wasn't safe, which was the whole reason for her decision to visit the blind woman in the first place.The streets had been filled with violence-more than was usual in Sunberth-for the past few days now. It had spilled into the Sunset Quarters, quite literally entering the buildings in the forms of near nightly disturbances and pools of blood. The dancer wasn't sure if it was somehow gang-related or whether all of Sunberth had gone mad but she knew that it had to be brought to Jillene's attention. She would know what needed to be done to remedy the situation or at least to ensure that her residents could sleep safely in their beds, as safely as normal. The violence around the residences had seemed linked to the evening bells and after and so the blonde had risked an excursion, making her way to the Orphanage as quickly as she could without attracting too much attention to herself. Her head was kept down, avoiding the gaze of anyone that might look her way and her legs carried her at a pace that she suggested that she was a person who needed to be somewhere rather than one that suggested she was running away. For all her caution she drew attention to herself of course.
It was when she thought she was doing so well, only a few chimes away from the Orphanage when the first sound came. A wolf whistle. The sound pierced her eardrums, making her flinch as she realised what might come next. Don't slow down, don't turn around, don't react. You heard nothing. She kept walking, her feet itching to move faster although she kept herself going at the same pace as before. It took willpower but she managed it, repeating her advice to herself like a mantra. If she could follow it then she'd be safe. If she couldn't... well, she had her dagger. More whistles, a chorus of them now but she kept walking.
"Oi, sweet'eart!" The new call made her head twitch to look around before she could stop herself. She caught herself halfway through the movement but by then it was too late, the damage was done. "We know ya 'ear us! We ain't gonna do nothin' to ya." The laughter proved the man's words false and panic began to build within her now. Everything that Web had taught her about defending herself seemed useless. Heavy footsteps behind her and lots of them, more voices joined the first and Caela prepared herself to run. It wasn't that far to the Orphanage after all, not now and if she could get there then they wouldn't dare mess with her for fear of the blind proprietor. Run and they'll chase, she warned herself, a glance back showing four men. It was enough to know that she couldn't take them on herself, too many of them but she risked a second look anyway. Mingled in with the dirt of their clothing and on their skin there were patches of copper and scarlet. They had blood on them and they didn't look worse for wear themselves so...
Violence did certain things to men as far as Caela was concerned. It made them thirst for blood, for pain, made them feel alive and after their blood lust was quenched they tended to satiate other desires. While there were plenty of whores around the city, the primal instincts that led men to pull other men to pieces led them to make a grab for whatever woman took their fancy. Not all men acted like that she knew but she had a feeling that these men were eager to take what they wanted and she'd just been unlucky enough to walk by at the wrong time. Screw it! I'm petched whether I run or not and at least if I run I have a chance.
Her decision didn't spur her at once, the dancer hesitant in the judgement she'd made upon them. Maybe she'd get away even if she didn't run, maybe running would make an bad situation considerably worse. And then the footsteps behind her quickened. Fear made the dancer take to her heels, legs straining under the sudden effort of accelerating. Even when she was moving fast she pushed herself onwards to greater speeds when she heard the heavy beat of men's feet at her heels. She didn't dare look back but she was certain that they were almost upon her. She forced herself until her lungs burned and she couldn't seem to breathe, until each breath was a strangled gasp and her legs felt ready to give way beneath her. Energy was failing her as the Orphanage came in view the sight of it a distant sanctuary, too far away for her body to carry her to it. The dancer's body wasn't made for running but still she pushed herself. Pushed onwards until something hard slammed into her back. It brought her to her hands and knees, struggling to regain her footing before the missile was followed by one of her assailants.
Too late she scrambled away from hands that grasped at her. A scream came from aching lungs quieter than it should have been. Not enough air. She tried to gather more as she lashed out with arms and legs and nails and teeth. It gave her a chance to get loose, to move away if only by a few inches, a new scream ripping from her lungs and scrabble for her dagger in its sheathe before the man was upon her, trying to pin her, his companions gathering round ready for their share. The blade swung for his face, wild and uncoordinated. He dodged his head to the side almost lazily, laughing at her efforts. Caela followed his movement, the edge of the weapon gouging into flesh enough to elicit a yell from him and rain blood down upon her before he knocked the dagger from her grip, slamming her hand into the ground and keeping it there. New hands found hers, pinning her in place so that she couldn't cause any more harm, couldn't escape. No screams would come now, the only sounds from her that of sobbing as she tried to fold her legs into her body, pulling them together in a vain effort to protect herself from what she knew would come.
Why hadn't she stayed at home? Why had she felt so compelled to see Jillene? Tear filled eyes were focused on the building that housed the orphans as she realised how close she'd come for nothing.