Silvia Anderson (_cookiedough) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-01-18 16:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-29, nikita |
Where were you when the world stopped turning?
Who: Annie (NPC), Silvia and Nikita
Where: Home
When: Close to three p.m.
Silvia's arm hurt and her head did too. The arm was from the jolt she had taken when she and Annie had fallen, but her head did because of all the smells and the noises that she'd been subjected to. All of that screaming and the sirens wailing on top of the scents of burnt flesh and destroyed pavement, to say nothing of the blood. And torn bodies... Silvia had thrown herself at Annie the moment she had found the blonde and buried her face in her shoulder, sobbing. She'd seen a woman lying on her back, legs twisted horribly, her mouth hanging open and her eyes so wide and unseeing. Had her mother looked like that? Her dad? They'd been killed too, but it'd been different. Closer up and it'd been a demon and it had had claws -- Silvia's thoughts had turned into a blur as she clung tightly to Nikita's secretary and begged to go home. Away, she needed to be as far away from there as she could possibly get before it all became too much. Only it was already too much. There was too much death all around her and all that she could think, over and over again, was 'that's what happened to my parents, they died like that, oh they're dead forever!'
Annie was saying reassuring things to her the whole time, even in the car, constantly talking over the sound of Silvia's whimpers. And when they finally pulled up to the house she took Silvia out of the car and carried her through the front door. Silvia stiffened at first as the scent washed over her and she started to squirm out of the grasp she was in. "This isn't home!" the young were-cat shouted, feet hitting the floor as she stumbled back, scrambling for the door only to find her path blocked. Her eyes widened and she shifted before she could think it through, turning and scampering off as fast as her kitten-legs could take her. Only she was disoriented and confused and it didn't take long for Annie to catch her and scoop her back up.
"This is home, Silvia," Annie whispered to the struggling kitten, ignoring the scratches that were left in her arm. "Remember, Nikita adopted you? Silvia, Silvia sweetie, please stop struggling. You're hurting me."
Silvia shifted back, mindless of the fact that she was no longer wearing her clothes, and wrapped her arms around Annie's neck again. "I'm sorry," she apologized, trying to keep the cries from her voices. "But all of the dead... where's Nikita? I need her." And she did. Annie was great and all, but Nikita had adopted her and it was that adopted mother that Silvia needed then.