|Elizabeth Silver (merelylovely) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2009-03-23 06:21:00
|beth silver, peter pettigrew, purifiers plot
Who: Beth Silver and Peter Pettigrew
What: Trying to keep Beth alive
Warnings: Blood and Emo
The phone had fallen from Beth's hand and rest on the pavement just inches from her fingers. Her chest rose and fell if one was watching closely enough. Otherwise she looked dead, maybe for days. Her skin was ashen, and her cheeks were hollowed. Her blue shirt was stained dark with blood--a lot of it.
She'd managed to crawl into the alley, and was partially hidden from view of the street. She didn't know if anyone was coming back for her or if they'd just left her here to die slowly and painfully. She hadn't thought about her retreat to cover carefully enough; There was a blood trail from the street to the alley.
It hurt too much to keep her eyes open. The light from the streetlamps seemed brighter than the sun and she was too weak to turn her head away. She could feel the poison moving through her body with excrutiating pain. It was all she could do to keep from screaming.