Darklis Tinka (mindblowing) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-01-05 01:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-29, darklis |
the sky was bruised
Who: Darklis & Regina
Where: Near the bridge
When: 11:37am & on
For some reason …
“C’mon stay with me now—”
… and she wasn’t entirely sure why …
“Angelica!”
… Darklis had the distinct impression her current predicament would end up on YouTube.
Ignoring the fact that the laws of physics made it impossible, she appeared to be more or less hovering in mid-air. On her back. A little like the old school magicians’ levitation tricks but without the trick table or whatever it was they used. She was pretty sure it was a table. She was also pretty sure that, instead, she was impaled on the remnants of something like a road sign. Since she could apparently wiggle her toes and fingers just fine, Darklis was thanking god for these new-fangled metal poles and the fact it had missed her heart. I’m so not in the mood to die again. Rina would kill me. She was still apparently losing blood at a steady rate, though, or else her legs and arms had suddenly become heavier since the last time she used them. Or maybe… Maybe it was just the position she was in… Glass half full. Gritting her teeth, she brought her arms up to her chest to grip the pole, then tried to curl her legs up—No. Jesus Christ, no, I don’t fucking think so. Did it help that the metal was slick with stuff she had bled out as she slid down? Uh, no. But she might have considered her own goddamn centre of gravity first.
“Michael! God, please, I can’t find—”
Another voice for her to shut out while she dragged her empathic shield as high as it could possibly go. Still their grief, panic and fear leaked in around the edges. For what purpose, exactly? She couldn’t help. She was pinned like a bug, and not even her flip awareness was helping her see how high up – or low down – she was. I should have stayed at home and done my homework. Then she wouldn’t also be concerning herself with whether or not there was anything on fire nearby or beneath her. Or if she had dragged her heels she could have been helping rather than literally hanging with nothing but the sky, smoke and full surround-sound destruction to keep her company. And blood. The scent of blood was everywhere. Darklis didn’t want to think how many had gone over the edge who would just never be found. That was no way to die. Neither was this, for that matter.
“Hey!” Her voice came out strangely loud and alive for someone who, now that she realised her mouth had been filled with blood, had probably wrecked one of her lungs. And that’s why god gave me two. Two that I don’t use. “Hey, someone give a girl a hand and… depolarise me?” Not the word she had actually wanted, but it would do. “Please?” The moment she was down she would start thinking about how seriously fucked this was.