Inara Serra (i_dontwhore) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2008-08-09 17:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | inara serra, winifred burkle |
when you're ending with diamond eyes. [open]
Gasp.
Blink.
And Inara's eyes were open, frantically scanning the landscape, trying to gage her surroundings. She was standing in the middle of a busy city street, near the mouth of an alley, and people brushed her as they passed. A young woman muttered an apology reluctantly, her tone resentful as Inara looked at her in surprise. A man in his forties touched her arm with his fingers and smiled. Inara stood very, very still, willing her beating heart to slow, and tried to remember what happened.
Slowly, it came back to her. She had gone out for a walk again. Admittedly, not the safest thing to do since the murders began, but it was broad daylight and the streets were full. Apparently, that hadn't made a difference.
She had been shot before. She knew what it felt like. But this time, she'd hardly felt anything at all. A pinch, tremendous pressure bearing her forward, then the slow blossom of pain through her body. Then nothing.
Inara bit her lip, hard. Things were making less and less sense every day. First she had been mysteriously transported to this City, along with people from all times and places. And if that wasn't impossible enough, she had just come back from the dead. Because she had known, she knew she was dead. There was no proof, of course, but she knew it with a strange conviction.
Wrapping her arms around herself, Inara began to shake. Despite all of her extensive training and carefully maintained composure, there was only so much she could take. Suddenly, it was all too much, and all she could do was put one foot in front of the other as she began to stumble in what she hoped was the direction of home.