05-04-2016, 02:11 PM
The pain was unbearable. Aria wasn't sure which was worse the pain from the world around her or the gunshot wound, but everything of her own emotions barely registered - the world was collapsing in on her. Darkness consumed her...
Images flashed in front of her eyes. They always said your life flashed before you in your final moments - Aria had not believed them, and she wasn't sure it was her life she was seeing. Emotions flooded her mind that were not her own - the images pulsed and shifted with them.
Father Dmitri's image flashed through a myriad of images that Aria recalled from her childhood, but they weren't comforting. The hardness of his gaze. The lack luster look in his eye when she actually did something right. Images of sparring, of books and of the one person who at the time had meant anything to her. His name escaped her in the images that flooded her mind - the love gone so long ago.
Antoinette came into view with her lovely hair and her french accent. The hunter and the teacher - the only one to treat her like a person. But still she feared Aria - everyone had. Everyone should... she couldn't help but thinking to herself as images of all the people she'd saved over the course of her career as Atharim.
The pain of the tattoo on her arm - both times radiated through her mind. The image of her father and his desire to hurt her and the damage he'd done to her by killing Lucas. The images of the girls who had been tortured by the man in that damp dungeon and the mysterious man who could wield the power of the gods who had saved her.
The happiness of Lucas. His painting, his drawing, his smile... soon it was all replaced with the harsh reality of Dane Gregory. He'd made her. He'd changed her. He'd put that last peg in the right hole. He pushed at the very fabric of Aria's being in one glance.
The pain of her current situation was nothing compared to the pain he'd caused her...
Darkness fled, pain lessened... and then there was nothing....
Aria blinked her eyes and saw a man standing over her father. Her last images still reflecting in her mind... "Dane?"
It couldn't be Dane, Aria tried to shake herself awake but everything hurt, she felt weaker than she knew she should be but then again she should be dead. Aria closed her eyes and drifted into the emptiness of nothingness where her visions of death lingered but they would not consume her.
Images flashed in front of her eyes. They always said your life flashed before you in your final moments - Aria had not believed them, and she wasn't sure it was her life she was seeing. Emotions flooded her mind that were not her own - the images pulsed and shifted with them.
Father Dmitri's image flashed through a myriad of images that Aria recalled from her childhood, but they weren't comforting. The hardness of his gaze. The lack luster look in his eye when she actually did something right. Images of sparring, of books and of the one person who at the time had meant anything to her. His name escaped her in the images that flooded her mind - the love gone so long ago.
Antoinette came into view with her lovely hair and her french accent. The hunter and the teacher - the only one to treat her like a person. But still she feared Aria - everyone had. Everyone should... she couldn't help but thinking to herself as images of all the people she'd saved over the course of her career as Atharim.
The pain of the tattoo on her arm - both times radiated through her mind. The image of her father and his desire to hurt her and the damage he'd done to her by killing Lucas. The images of the girls who had been tortured by the man in that damp dungeon and the mysterious man who could wield the power of the gods who had saved her.
The happiness of Lucas. His painting, his drawing, his smile... soon it was all replaced with the harsh reality of Dane Gregory. He'd made her. He'd changed her. He'd put that last peg in the right hole. He pushed at the very fabric of Aria's being in one glance.
The pain of her current situation was nothing compared to the pain he'd caused her...
Darkness fled, pain lessened... and then there was nothing....
Aria blinked her eyes and saw a man standing over her father. Her last images still reflecting in her mind... "Dane?"
It couldn't be Dane, Aria tried to shake herself awake but everything hurt, she felt weaker than she knew she should be but then again she should be dead. Aria closed her eyes and drifted into the emptiness of nothingness where her visions of death lingered but they would not consume her.