Back on the road of death she ran. One that was closer to her then she would ever realize.
Things might of been different if she had paid attention to what she had done. Fire was something Pyro could live through, but the heavy debris of sheet, wood and piping falling from the sky were another thing entirely.
She wouldn't even see it coming. That demise that was so sudden and yet so familiar.
As the heaviness touched her body, she couldn't even make a gasp or cry before felt the weight crack her bones into several pieces.
The quickest of all thoughts went through her mind:
Just like him. Just like...
Debris scattered around her whole entire body while planks of wood impaled her body. One had landed directly through her lower back and out her stomach. Blood spilled. It wouldn't stop. It just kept gushing out. More and more. This was death. The buildings around her were entirely demolished and showing their hate the only way they could. It was their luck. Jell-O squealed a high-pitched cry for his mother.
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Date: 2012-04-30 08:50 am (UTC)Things might of been different if she had paid attention to what she had done. Fire was something Pyro could live through, but the heavy debris of sheet, wood and piping falling from the sky were another thing entirely.
She wouldn't even see it coming. That demise that was so sudden and yet so familiar.
As the heaviness touched her body, she couldn't even make a gasp or cry before felt the weight crack her bones into several pieces.
The quickest of all thoughts went through her mind:
Just like him. Just like...
Debris scattered around her whole entire body while planks of wood impaled her body. One had landed directly through her lower back and out her stomach. Blood spilled. It wouldn't stop. It just kept gushing out. More and more. This was death. The buildings around her were entirely demolished and showing their hate the only way they could. It was their luck. Jell-O squealed a high-pitched cry for his mother.