Post by Analia Bennet on Sept 19, 2017 15:44:54 GMT -5
It felt eerie following Dean through the musty halls of the prison, it felt like she was sinking deeper and deeper into the belly of a beast. Sadly there was a lot to lose, they could lose the people they came to protect in the first place or they could lose themselves to the clutches of maniacs. Either way it would bring everything into a crumbling mess, she wasn’t ready to lose. There was a goodness to Dean she couldn’t let go of, it made her feel safe and normal. It was good to see some normalcy in a world overcome with evil and greed.
She was about to duck at his sudden outburst when she felt her body being shoved into an open cell. Her lips parted in a brief grunt as she held her palms flat out to catch her weight. Her knees took a lot of the impact but she didn’t mind missing bullets that could have easily left her as nothing more than a corpse. She turned to look at Dean trying as best she could to stay out of the line of fire.
“I know!” she called out over the gunfire an annoyance crossing her tone at the assholes trying to kill them. Her curiosity peaked hearing a feminine voice call out to the guards and the only thing Analia could hear was the light echo of footsteps down the hall. Her heart slammed around her rib cage as she fumbled for her gun while Paige threatened Dean with a knife. The gun felt natural in her palm as she held it to face the stranger but stopped short at a gunshot chasing the deranged woman away from them.
Stepping out of the cell her eyes caught sight of a slumped figure on the ground a few cells over. There was a heavy feeling dragging her feet towards the figure, something about it felt oddly familiar. Everything behind her fell silent as the world slowly closed in on her. she knew it before she stepped inside the cell. It was an overbearing horrifying grip of terror clutching her heart and digging through her soul. Her palm shot to her lips to stifle a sob as the gun dropped from her palm. Roy was dead. All this time she was fighting to get him back he was rotting in a cell.
“No” she muttered softly trying to keep the tears welling in her eyes from falling over her cheeks. She couldn’t mourn him if she had to get revenge, she needed a clear mind for that. Analia sunk to her knees with a painful sob as she felt her throat slowly close in on itself. “I’m so sorry” she told him with a sad smile before reaching out to wipe the hair from his face. It hurt like hell to lose someone else to the cruelty of the world. She wanted to kill every last one of them.
Her fingers shook taking the gun to her grip again and standing up, her palm gripped the bars on the way back out. There was a darkness in her gaze as she looked up to Julie and dean, everything felt numb. The world felt empty and cold and every second she stood in that prison was another moment to swim in a newfound hatred. Her feet felt automated as she walked past them with a thick determination plastered on her features.
“I’m gonna kill every single one of these bastards” it was more to herself than to anyone else as every good memory with Roy fueled the anger pulsing through her veins. It wasn’t long before she stumbled onto two more guards, the anger in her trigger finger left both of them unconscious on the ground. Analia stopped in front of their corpses before shooting at least two more bullets into their skull. It didn’t take the pain away but she thought she’d at least give it a try. Anything had to be better than the numb burning in her aching chest.
She was about to duck at his sudden outburst when she felt her body being shoved into an open cell. Her lips parted in a brief grunt as she held her palms flat out to catch her weight. Her knees took a lot of the impact but she didn’t mind missing bullets that could have easily left her as nothing more than a corpse. She turned to look at Dean trying as best she could to stay out of the line of fire.
“I know!” she called out over the gunfire an annoyance crossing her tone at the assholes trying to kill them. Her curiosity peaked hearing a feminine voice call out to the guards and the only thing Analia could hear was the light echo of footsteps down the hall. Her heart slammed around her rib cage as she fumbled for her gun while Paige threatened Dean with a knife. The gun felt natural in her palm as she held it to face the stranger but stopped short at a gunshot chasing the deranged woman away from them.
Stepping out of the cell her eyes caught sight of a slumped figure on the ground a few cells over. There was a heavy feeling dragging her feet towards the figure, something about it felt oddly familiar. Everything behind her fell silent as the world slowly closed in on her. she knew it before she stepped inside the cell. It was an overbearing horrifying grip of terror clutching her heart and digging through her soul. Her palm shot to her lips to stifle a sob as the gun dropped from her palm. Roy was dead. All this time she was fighting to get him back he was rotting in a cell.
“No” she muttered softly trying to keep the tears welling in her eyes from falling over her cheeks. She couldn’t mourn him if she had to get revenge, she needed a clear mind for that. Analia sunk to her knees with a painful sob as she felt her throat slowly close in on itself. “I’m so sorry” she told him with a sad smile before reaching out to wipe the hair from his face. It hurt like hell to lose someone else to the cruelty of the world. She wanted to kill every last one of them.
Her fingers shook taking the gun to her grip again and standing up, her palm gripped the bars on the way back out. There was a darkness in her gaze as she looked up to Julie and dean, everything felt numb. The world felt empty and cold and every second she stood in that prison was another moment to swim in a newfound hatred. Her feet felt automated as she walked past them with a thick determination plastered on her features.
“I’m gonna kill every single one of these bastards” it was more to herself than to anyone else as every good memory with Roy fueled the anger pulsing through her veins. It wasn’t long before she stumbled onto two more guards, the anger in her trigger finger left both of them unconscious on the ground. Analia stopped in front of their corpses before shooting at least two more bullets into their skull. It didn’t take the pain away but she thought she’d at least give it a try. Anything had to be better than the numb burning in her aching chest.