Anastasia Wentworth (anuhstayshuh) wrote in astor_ridge, @ 2011-02-04 17:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | anastasia, solo |
Who: Anastasia
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: Astor Ridge Gardens
What: An extremely gruesome discovery
There were some sounds you just knew, even if you'd never heard them before, or at least not in real life. It was amazing how much louder a gun could be when fired in real life as opposed to the TV. Anastasia had never been around a gun before, but the loud bang was unmistakable and sounded impossibly close, muffling the crunch crunch crunch of her feet and Winston's paws in the snow as they moved through the gardens on the last part of their daily walk.
The explosion of sound stunned her, leaving her fingers weak, not that they would've had any hold against her two hundred pound dog when he reared up on his hind legs like a startled horse and took off toward the snow-covered bushes.
It was that action that finally shocked her into motion, a maternal instinct fostered on the dog she loved like her own driving her to protect him from potential danger when he darted off towards the noise.
"Winston!" She yelled sharply, her heart in her throat as she heard the pathetic sound of Winston's whine and turned the corner to find him with his paws on the chest of a prone, male body on the ground with a gun held limply in one hand. The red stain that was running through the snow like a river next to the body left little doubt as to what she'd just stumbled upon, and she stumbled backward, falling onto her ass and crab walking on her hands in an effort to just get away.
There were other people there suddenly, someone from security running over to the body as Winston abandoned it in favor of checking on her. There was blood on his paws, blood on his snout from where he'd bent to sniff at the body, and it was the breaking point.
Anastasia began to cry.
It wasn't loud and hysterical, because that just wasn't in her blood to entirely melt down. But, this, all of it, was far too much. Her hands, frozen and numb and covered with snow lifted to begin cleaning the blood from her dog's nose, the only thing it seemed possible to do when there was a crowd gathering around what was apparently a dead man as she huddled into the snow with her dog, everything on her body feeling cold and numb in a way that had nothing to do with the temperature.
It wasn't until one of the security guys approached her and helped her up that she stood and went inside to answer some questions, though she couldn't seem to stop herself from wiping at Winston's nose and paws, grinding her bloody palms into her own thighs and staining her jeans as she struggled to get them both clean.