Costia (costia) wrote in salemscenes, @ 2016-04-28 16:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | alicia clark (protectmyfamily), lexa (commanderlexa) |
Who: Costia, Alicia and Lexa
Where: On the streets
When: BACKDATED Saturday afternoon
What: The freaky tornado happens
Costia worked full weeks at the hospital, nine-to-five, helping patients, getting to know them. She loved her work. It was very emotionally fulfilling -- and emotionally exhausting at the same time. She got invested in her patients, in their recoveries, in their stories. After four years, she’d heard an assortment of different tales, but still, some stories surprised her, shook her. It was one of those patients that had her looking for a distraction Saturday afternoon, something to fill her mind and take away her stresses. She wasn’t completely oblivious to what being here in Salem, living as if she had never died, meant. She knew witches were responsible for bringing her here. She knew they were using her. But she didn’t complain. She had never wanted to die. She had never wanted to live in a world that was constantly at war and put them constantly at risk. This was her second chance, and she was doing everything she could to make the most of it. She had gone into Steve’s to pick up a few groceries -- she wasn’t entirely comfortable in the market, but she had become used to it over time. She had two bags in her hands and was on her way out the door when she heard a loud bang, the wind howling and people screaming outside. She pushed the door open with her right shoulder and stepped outside, only for her eyes to land on a dark, whirling tornado. People were lifted off their feet, thrown in all different directions, and without a second thought, Costia dropped her bag and went running toward the nearest injured, a girl whose only feature she could make out was a mane of brown hair. “Are you okay?” she questioned. She had been slammed up against the brick of the building, and Costia knelt in front of her, brushing her hair from her face. She inhaled sharply when green eyes, dulled with pain, met her own, and she bit her bottom lip, her heart aching in her chest. This was just her luck. Only a few days ago, she had lectured Lexa for hurting her feelings, told her that she was no longer her concern, to go back to Clarke. And now... “Leksa,” she murmured. “Gon yu laksen?” Alicia had no idea what was going on, but it wasn’t good, she knew that much. There was a riot of some kind out in the streets, which she had almost missed, thanks to the earbuds she kept nearly permanently in her ears. Her music was her sanity and she had been walking through the streets, wearing her favorite Adidas jacket, hands in her pockets and just listening to her playlists. It was when the voices became louder than her music that she pulled one of the earbuds out and tried to figure out what was going on. A riot. Great. This was how things had started back in LA when the dead started walking around, trying to eat everyone. Knowing that, Alicia was even more motivated to get back to the hotel. She’d stopped, trying to figure out just how far the hotel was from where she was. She was near a place called Steve’s Quality Market and before she could even get that pulled up on her phone’s GPS, the wind started to pick up around her and people started screaming. With a frown, Alicia looked up just in time to see a tornado. Her eyes went wide and she turned around, looking for somewhere she might be able to hide until it passed, but it was too late. Alicia was picked up in the air and flung several feet away, into a brick building that she hit hard before sliding to the ground. She was out for a few seconds before she felt someone brushing her hair from her face. Alicia’s eyes fluttered open and she winced with pain as she looked up at the girl. She didn’t recognize her, but she seemed to recognize Alicia, but was calling her ‘Lexa’ and speaking to her in some weird language. “You have me confused with someone else.” Alicia said, clenching her teeth together hard as she tried to push into a sitting position. “I’m Alicia.” The wind was picking up again and Alicia looked around for the tornado. “We need to get out of here and find somewhere we can hide until this passes.” Confusion flashed across Costia’s face, but she didn’t allow herself to dwell on it. She and this girl, Alicia, they had more important things to worry about. “You’re hurt,” Costia said quietly. She took placed her hand on Alicia’s shoulder, guiding her gently forward to examine the back of her head. Sure enough, there was blood matting her hair, and Costia reached back to feel that there was still blood oozing from what felt like a fairly shallow gash. “Come on, then.” She helped Alicia to her feet, pressing her palm against wound. Alicia knew, without a doubt, she was hurt. She could feel the throbbing from the back of her head and she winced when the girl pressed her hand to the wound and helped her to her feet. She looked around, pointing across the street to the alley. “Let’s try there. There has to be somewhere we can wait this out.” She moved quickly, reaching up to take the girl’s hand from the back of her head, frowning as she saw the blood. Holding onto her, she glanced towards where the tornado landed earlier and start pulling her across the street and into the alley. The first door she came to, Alicia tried to open, but it was locked, so she went on further, to a building that looked pretty structurally sound, at least enough to hide in. Tugging on the door, it was stuck, so Alicia let go of the girl’s hand and started jerking it harder until it finally gave way and let her go in first before tugging it closed behind them. Costia let Alicia take the lead, too concerned with the girl’s wound to have thought of the danger surrounding them. It was only when they began moving, and Alicia began struggling with doors that Costia let herself feel what was happening. She could hear the screams, the cries, the thumps and bangs of buildings and people alike hitting the ground. When Alicia finally got the door open, she hurried inside first. She didn’t see or hear anyone nearby, so she went in search of a bathroom, coming out with a handful of paper towels to stop the bleeding. She sat Alicia down on a loveseat, sitting down beside her and getting back to work. She was silent, and now that she was absorbing everything going on here, she was confused and scared. She didn’t understand how Alicia looked so much like her Lexa, and the tornado raging outside was terrifying too. She had friends here, people she cared about, and she had no idea if they were okay. She knew of only one way to assuage her frightened heart and that was to focus on the matter at hand. “I am Costia,” she told Alicia. “Thank you, for bringing me here. I… I suppose I was a bit too shocked to think properly.” Alicia sat on the loveseat in the building they were in. She wasn’t sure what it was, but it seemed they were in the basement. As Costia started working on the back of her head, she winced, gritting her teeth together from the pain. “It’s okay. Thank you for looking at my...whatever’s going on back there.” She hung her head down, letting Costia do what she needed to do. It was stinging, she just hoped it wasn’t too bad. “So, how bad is it?” Alicia asked. “And why were you shocked? Because you thought I was someone else?” She remembered the name she called her and the weird language she’d spoken in. “It will heal,” Costia determined, setting the stained paper towels aside and brushing her fingers across the wound to see if it was still bleeding. “It needs to be properly cleaned, and you should see a doctor when this is over, but I’m sure you will be fine.” She drew her bloody hand away, meeting Alicia’s eyes and taking the sight of her in. “Yes, because of that. You look just like my… ex-girlfriend.” She pressed her lips together, rising to wash her hands. “Come. We should clean that as best as we can now, so it doesn’t become infected.” The sounds outside drew Alicia’s attention from Costia over towards the door. She’d never dealt with a tornado, so she didn’t really know how to survive one. She didn’t know how to survive the dead either, but she had been trying. Well, actually, it was more everyone else and less her. She didn’t even really know what was going on back there except the infection, it was creating these...zombies. There was just no better word for it. Now, she and Costia were hiding in this building and it was her best idea which probably wasn’t the best one. But it had been something she thought of off the cuff and so she’d taken it. She had no idea what the hell was going on, but there was a feeling in the air that just made her stomach churn. Maybe it was nerves, Alicia had no idea. But she didn’t want to die in this and she wasn’t letting this girl who was trying to help her die either. “I don’t know if we have time.” Alicia said as she could hear things slamming into the building. “We should go. Before this place crashes in around us.” Costia finished washing and dying her hands and stepped back out into the main room. She could hear the sounds of debris -- possibly even people -- hitting the wall of their temporary sanctuary, and she knew their holdout wouldn’t last. It had been a smart thought, smarter than the nothing that had entered her mind when she’d found Alicia, but the tornado was fierce and huge and had a certain life and determination of its own. Despite Alicia’s clear nervousness, when she said they should leave, Costia knew she was right. Still, she hesitated. Was it better to stay here and pray for the best or go out there and risk being sucked up into the twister? Her answer came when she felt the building begin to convulse with tremendous force. It was as if someone had grabbed it and began pulling and shaking it with all their might. She nodded in answer to Alicia, reaching out to grab her hand and going to wrench open the door with the other. Alicia was officially freaking out. Of course, she was trying her best to keep it inside. She didn’t want to scare Costia. Her head was throbbing and her body ached from where she’d been thrown into that wall. It was her own fault, she should’ve been paying more attention to what was going on around her. But, when she had her music on, she had the tendency to zone completely out. Her mom used to tell her that all the time. Thinking about her mom made Alicia frown. She missed her family. Especially right now, during such a life threatening time. Not that they weren’t in one back home themselves, with all the infected. But, this really made Alicia wonder if she was ever going to see them again. Taking Costia’s hand, Alicia took the lead and together they ran through the alleyway, with no destination in mind. “We have to find somewhere to hide! Maybe leaving wasn’t the best idea!” She cried out, trying to be heard over the wind and screams of people. “Oh my God!” Alicia exclaimed, green eyes going wide as she saw it in the not too far distance. A huge tornado and it was heading their way. Costia was trying desperately to hold it together. She was terrified -- she had seen war all her life, and of course they had seen their share of storms, even a tornado here and there, but this was hardly natural. The way the building they’d been hiding in had shaken was enough to spur them out, but now that they were out here, it was no better. This tornado was unforgiving, spinning through the sheets with an unstoppable force. People were being hurled in all different directions, hitting other buildings, trees, lampposts. Costia nearly turned around and went right back down to where they’d been, but the second she began to turn, she saw the building crumble before her eyes. “We have to run!” she shouted to Alicia, holding tightly to her hand. “Come on! Run!” It was all she could think to do, and she knew it was just as big a risk as anything else. She started in the direction opposite the tornado’s path and silently prayed they found a better place to hide. Lexa had managed to get Clarke somewhere safe, where she wouldn’t get hurt again and definitely where she wouldn’t get killed. Not after Klaus had healed her like that. Seeing her girlfriend dying like that in front of her, it had scared Lexa and she’d been desperate enough to allow a vampire to heal her. She didn’t know how Clarke had managed to do it when it had been her dying. Lexa had stayed calm for that, telling her not to be afraid. But, she’d been ready for her own death, it was Clarke’s she couldn’t bear. Once she’d managed to get her hidden away safe, Lexa had gone back out, to find their people. To make sure they were safe too. The gash over her eyebrow had mostly stopped bleeding, but she knew she had black blood streaks all over her face. Her clothes were tattered and ripped, stained with both her own blood and Clarke’s, but that didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but making sure her own people, their people were safe. Running through the streets, Lexa saw her in the distance. Costia. She was running from the tornado and the girl she was pulling along with her made Lexa stop in her tracks. She looked just like her. The wind picked up and Lexa watched with wide eyes as it lifted both girls into the air, tossing them aside like they were nothing. “Costia!” She screamed out, her voice swallowed by the tornado and screams of others trying to get out of the way. Lexa took off running towards the direction she’d seen the flung in. As she approached some debris left by the tornado that had changed direction, Lexa saw the girl who looked like her trying to move stuff out of the way. “Where is Costia?” She questioned as the girl turned back to look at her. “You must be Lexa.” She said, realizing who it was. The girl Costia had mistaken her for. “I’m Alicia. Costia helped me and now….” She looked back toward the pile of debris. It looked like a couple of desks, broken chairs, branches, who knew what else was there. “She’s in there?” Lexa asked, giving her a nod so she knew that she was, in fact who she thought. Alicia nodded and Lexa moved quickly, the two of them lifting things together until she finally saw some dark hair. “Costia!” She cried out, enough cleared away to finally pull her out from beneath the pile. “I’m here.” Lexa said, softly, seeing the blood on her face and eyes moving over the rest of her, frowning when she saw the bloody, bruised arm. There was no way it wasn’t broken. “Can you walk?” She asked Alicia. The younger girl nodded and stood to her feet. There was blood matting the girl’s hair and Lexa was concerned but right now, her main concern was Costia. “We are going to the hospital.” With that, Lexa scooped Costia, who was still unconscious, up into her arms and started walking in the direction of the hospital. It had all happened so quickly. Costia had known they were running into certain danger. But everything around them was dangerous and this was their only choice. She had been sure that they were running opposite the tornado, but as if it had a mind of its own, it came back in their direction and scooped them off their feet. Costia had never felt so weightless as she did in the moment she was thrown, as if she was nothing more than a child’s plaything, into a collapsing building and was promptly covered in debris. She was trying hard to stay conscious. Her vision was bloodied and she could taste blood on her lips. Her face felt… fuzzy, and she suspected her nose was broken. She tried to raise her arm to flag her down, but both were trapped. She felt sure by the sharp pains in her left that at least one of the bones in her forearm had shattered. And then she heard her voice. That familiar voice, at once making her heart ache with sadness and relief sweep through her body. “Lexa,” she murmured, and when she squinted up at the girl who lifted her with such ease, she knew. This was her Lexa. Not Alicia, who had her face but few of her mannerisms, but Lexa, her face covered in black blood. “You're hurt,” she frowned, her good arm wrapping around her former lover’s neck while the other lay uselessly on her stomach. “I’ll be okay.” Lexa said, looking down at the girl in her arms as she carried her to the hospital. The last thing she was worried about was herself. All she cared about was getting Costia, and also Alicia, to the hospital. “I’m taking you to the hospital, Costia. You’re the one that is hurt. Much worse than I am.” She neared the building, surprised and grateful that it was still standing in the near distance. “Alicia’s with us too, before you even ask.” She smiled down at her. She knew Costia would ask about the other girl, so she wanted to let her know before she got herself even more upset. “We’re almost there, okay?” A small, pained smile crossed Costia’s lips as her eyes fell closed, head coming to rest on Lexa’s strong shoulder. “Mochof,” she murmured. “Mochof, Leksa.” |