No!
what are they doing to me?!
make it stop.
make it stop!
n o, g o a w a y s t o p![ No friend comfort the agony and pain she was forces upon. She was left there sprawled, shattered, numb —- near lifeless. She can’t let them get away this — she won’t let them get away with what they’ve done.
Screams and shouts , she’s barely there — barely aware she’s turn vehicle over with one hand wrist motion, she’s killed nine already. But that wasn’t enough, no she’s just getting started.
Flames licked the body of her deceiver. Clutter of cars and burnt corpse left in her awake. She can’t seem to stop, she can’t seem to control it. All the hurt and the pain — manifest into ugly phantom she releases from the fatal depths of her pulsing heartbeat. The destruction draws on. ]
He could hear it from a mile away.
One of the perks of being an angel, he supposes. His vessel might be slightly impaired because of it’s previous disability, but Adriel is still going strong. He could feel the heat of her flames on his neck, like goosebumps, before he even realized it himself.
She was the last person he expected to see, edging towards the catastrophe like a curious lion. The smell of burnt flesh and liquified metal was overwhelming –– he nearly turned back around, nearly defied his own humanity. Then he saw her, and promptly changed his mind.
“Madison,” he hisses, recalling the memory of her name. He begins to stalk towards her. “Madison, what are you doing? You need to stop this.”
Soon he’s right next to her, flames flickering in his shadowy pupils. “Madison, look at me. Madison.”