Avenging Sonya and a Beautiful World
Francess sat in a corner of the empty drug store. The sleeping pallette lay empty. At night time, most of the fugitives left the safety of the hideout, looking for food or just exploring. It was easier in the dark and there was less chance of getting caught. They blended in with other demons. Francess didn't feel like going out.

She held onto the small notepad Sonya left behind. Blood dotted its pages. The Russian alphabet meant little to Francess. It looked like backwards letters, a mixture of upper and lower case, with number symbols thrown in for good measure, like a keyboard threw up on the paper. But the hastily scribbled translations spelled disaster. The Inquisition hadn't given up. They were building a signal to bring reinforcements. They didn't just want to hunt and kill them. They wanted to make this whole world like theirs.

The brunette rested her chin on her knee. Tears burned her eyes. To her, this Earth was a beautiful place, where all kinds of people and creatures lived together, and women had honest-to-god rights, and food and clothes and shelter were everywhere. Soon, it would be just like their old world, and Francess knew they (not just the Inquisition) had brought it on these people. So many would be purged or killed, just because the fugitives had come and brought the backwards ways of an awful world with them.

Francess wasn't a fighter, but she knew she had to quit running and try to stop it. Even if they all got killed, it would be worth it, just to make a stand and try to protect this Earth. Tonight, she would close her eyes, leave her body, and follow Sonya's directions to the warehouse. She would spy and learn as much as she could about the Inquisitors. Then, she'd beg the others to come with her. Taking a deep breath, she tucked her face into her knees and counted backwards from one-hundred.