I open my eyes, blinking slowly as my vision comes back to me. All I can see is blurry shapes darting about and all I can hear is an intense ringing in my ears. I'm laying down, at least I think I am. My head throbs, causing me to wince. I reach my right hand to the source of this pain and find what feels to be a large bump on the back of my head as well as something else. I check my hand and it looks like a red blur. Am I bleeding? I close my eyes tight and then blink a few times. I focus on my senses for a moment and they start to come back to me. The ringing in my ears dies down and my vision returns. As I regain myself an overwhelming feeling of pain consumes my body. I push off of the floor and the broken glass cuts deep into my hands. I try to stand but my ankle gives out on me and a searing pain floods my leg. I look back to see my right ankle twisted and pieces of glass and wood sticking out from my thigh to my ankle. I look around to see people throughout the ball room just as injured as I am. Some are standing and trying to run while others are trying to help the more seriously wounded. Another explosion shakes the building and one of the walls cracks and shatters. I clench my teeth and force myself to stand. I flow as much energy through my leg as I can to ensure that I stay standing. I can feel the warmth of my own blood as It starts to pool in my shoe. I really liked these shoes. I turn to face the direction of the initial explosion, ready to face whoever or whatever caused it, only to find him. Kyle. He stands defiantly, clean and unscathed. Electricity flickers between his finger tips. He locks eyes with me and I can feel my sinking heart tear all the hope from my body. My legs start to give out again and I stumble before righting myself.
