#exsuls

It started when Elizabeth awoke in the arms of her brother, soon later catching notice of her missing fiancé. Upon multiple screams of protest from the random people around her, several attempts to hold her in the boat by her brother, she managed to scream and cry and pity herself out of his grasp and hold. She quickly hopped off the small dingy, slim digits curled tightly around the hilt of her sword. She began running in a random direction, trying to find the whereabouts of her fiancé, the person she vowed to protect.

Her brother's voice never grew faint, meaning he was following her. The fatal blow she'd deliver to each of the walking corpses she'd pass were done gracefully and swiftly, never a step missed. Elizabeth stopped running, her path blocked by dozens of the morbid creatures. With her halt, Edward managed to catch up to her, and he held back his ranting upon seeing what caused his ever so persistent sister, to stop.

So they fought.

Efficiently, most of the dolls were killed ( again? ) in a matter of minutes. Soon, as Elizabeth lunged forward, readying her sword's point to pierce the head of yet another thing, her footing was lost, and she fell to her knees. Then, it was as if her world stopped to slow motion, her brother's yells, her death-induced thoughts, the moment Edward jumped protectively in front of her. ]

[ Soon everything sped up, the splatter of her precious brother's blood staining her cheeks and his suit, and as his lifeless form fell to the water-filled ground, her screams grew in both pitch and noise. Who would hear her? With hundreds of other screams mixing with hers, with most of the  truly living people evacuated safely, who would run to her rescue? And yet knowing that there was little to no chance anyone would, she couldn't will herself to rise and avenge her brother. Elizabeth screamed at herself to just stand up!

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My muse is on their death bed, alone. Send a "Write me your last words" for a note they'd leave behind for your muse as a final goodbye.

        { Am I insane?           Is this insanity that creeps within my head              these tendrils of fear and terror               that grip me with a feeling of                 all consuming                                        d r e a d? }

The thoughts would have surprised her, were it not for the surroundings of off-white and silver, a soothing sunshine yellow peeking out from behind the mirror in her cell. The fear creeping its way across her mind was nothing new, the emptiness in her heart was much the same as it was yesterday. Who would have known that the loss of something as simple as a client would have affected her so strongly?

              { He was more than a client. Deny it all you want.                                                   You know you loved him. }

Dull, ink-coloured eyes squeezed shut, a whimper fought its way through bitten and broken lips. The sound rung out in a room that was silent but for the sounds of her own insanity and the faint cries of people elsewhere. She barely noticed the time passing, it was all a blur. Days of screaming 'til her lungs felt as though they would burst and her throat felt as though flames had ravaged its flesh beneath her skin. Weeks of tears, blurring vision and senses, leaving behind rubbed raw skin and a throbbing head the only sensation left. And then... nothing. Empty. The sniper would be lifeless were it not for her pulse and the slow, steady rasping of breath that allowed air to flow through her body for a few moments more.

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