Breathing is ragged, small body feeling heavier then ever, weighing her down. The girl is slouched pathetically, half propped against the rough surface of the alley wall, head lolling to the side -- if it weren’t for the rising && falling of her chest, one might mistake her for a corpse ; a corpse covered in GORE. It wasn’t all hers though, && if she was in bad shape the agents she’d narrowly escaped had been nothing short of decimated. 

                    Stray hadn’t known they were Hydra until she’d caught a glimpse of rounded metal clutched in one of their hands && memories of shock collars meant to deter her power use flashed through her mind. Everything after that was little more then a blur ( she remembers one squad member suddenly being aflame, the smell of burning flesh stinging her nose as gun shots ring out, one catching her in the shoulder, another whizzing by her face. ‘ Don’t kill her you idiot ! ‘ comes an angry voice, && then the faint reply of ‘ Fuck orders ! I’m not dyin’ here ! ‘ before she feels the hot spray of blood across her face, a body dropping && soon to be met with company ). She’s lucky she hadn’t brought the whole block down -- but she HAD left a trail of crimson as she fled as far as her wounds would allow from the horrific scene. A trail that someone had apparently managed to follow.