Annabelle (neverhurthim) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-08-05 20:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, annabelle / anna (tvd) |
Who: Annabelle and Open/otherwise works as a narrative
What: Arriving.
Where: New York.
When: August 4, 2013, noonish.
Rating: PG-13 for violence.
The pain was unbearable. One minute it was searing through her head like fire, disabling her ability to do anything. The sound was high-pitched and Anna couldn’t help but fear her eardrums were going to blow out. She screamed. Over and over she screamed as they dragged her away from Jeremy while she tried to cover her ears. Her only hope was that they didn’t hurt him.
It was relentless, making her feel like someone had cut open her skull and poured in hot coals. The longer the horrible noise blasted in her ears, the less aware she became of her surroundings. Dimly she felt her body being dragged, tiny spears of pain flickering through her as she was yanked down steps. But it was dull in comparison to the pain in her head. She prayed for unconsciousness. Prayed for anything to make it stop. She was certain her head was going to explode.
She became vaguely aware of someone standing over her and without really thinking about it, she reached out, her hand lightly touching the person’s leg, her eyes focusing for only a few seconds on the face hovering above hers.
“No,” she whispered. “Please.” She saw the stake in his hand.
She didn’t want to die. Not like this. Not now. She needed to make sure that Jeremy would be safe.
She felt the tip of the stake beginning to pierce her flesh and a tear trickled down her cheek.
And then, instead of nothingness, there was pain. More pain than before, pain that froze her in place. She was surrounded by a bright blue light that seemed to be shocking her. Was this hell? Was this what hell was like?
Anna screamed.
And then the pain stopped and she found herself on the ground on her hands and knees, nearly weeping with relief as she sucked in a breath, yanking her head up to look around. She was surrounded by men with guns that were all aimed right at her.
What the hell? She didn’t understand what was happening. Her first instinct was to leap to her feet, to run. But she hadn’t yet recovered from the debilitating pain that had wracked her entire body for what had felt like an eternity. Her head still hurt, throbbed painfully. She wasn’t used to having pain that lasted more than a few moments. At least not the physical kind of pain anyway.
“Jeremy,” she muttered, wondering where he was, if he was there somewhere. But then one of the men approached her. She took a step back, her eyes dark and angry. She felt like an animal trapped in a cage. Nowhere to run.
Less than an hour later, a dazed Annabelle found herself standing outside on a sidewalk in New York City, alone, but no longer in pain.
Some kind of inter-dimensional time-travel device had sucked her into the year 2013. And she had no way to get back. Even if she did, she had a feeling that maybe, for the time being, she was better off in this dimension anyway.
Maybe.
Rubbing her hands over her face, she struggled to regain her composure. Thankfully she was still wearing her daylight ring so though the sun was high in the sky, she wasn’t in any immediate danger of bursting into flames. But Anna had a lot of questions still. And she wasn’t sure how to go about getting answers to them.
Yet.