Cassandra Cain {Wayne} (littleshiva) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-03-02 16:09:00 |
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WHO: Cassandra Cain
WHAT: Dream Flashbacks during the American Cup result in injury
WHEN: Saturday, March 2nd. Afternoon
WHERE: American Cup; DCU Center in Worcester, Massachusetts
RATING: PG for slight mentions of murder
STATUS: Narrative; Complete
Cass had been having a fantastic time in Boston so far. She was sore from practice on Friday, but it felt good and luckily the bruises that Logan had left on her thighs had faded enough that they were covered by her natural skin tone and she didn’t need to try and cover them. If she were a little paler than she definitely would have had a bit of a problem. She’d be lying if she said that she hadn’t been thinking about the other night with Logan every now and then, but that was normal wasn’t it? Either way, thinking about that helped her to not think about her dream and somehow she’d actually been able to focus on her training, which was a good thing, because she needed to focus if she was going to place in the American Cup.
She’d spent Saturday morning doing an interview about what had happened with her parents and actually felt lighter once it was finished. In talking about it, she hoped that if there were other people in her situation, she’d be able to help them get the strength to do what she’d done. After the interview, she’d got to get ready for the Cup and after Uneven Bars and the Balance Beam; she was now getting ready for her Vault. She rubbed her chalky hands together and stretched her arms as she stared down at the horse and springboard.
As her name was called, she turned to the crowd, arms in the air and smiled then took off running, her dark ponytail flying around behind her as she raced towards the apparatus. As she reached it, she did a flip then hit the springboard as she had so many times in the past. However, this time, when the springboard propelled her up into the air, the horse was replaced by a large desk and she was vaulting over it, her small fingers clawing at the bald man’s throat. She could hear gasps from the crowd in the DCU Center, but all she could see was the bald man dying and blood everywhere. The flashback ended as quickly as it began when she felt pain shoot through her body as she landed, hard, on the mats.