>>9823938>>9824192Pain.
Cold.
Water.
Blackness.
Holly's screams are cut short as she hits the river and water fills her mouth and threatens to flood her lungs. She struggles against the current, fighting for air. From above, all she can hear is the cackling laughter of the Divine Angels. She cannot hear Ash among them, but to her ears she is certain the redhead is laughing with them.
Blood mixes with the water as she floats away from the bridge and she fights desperately for air. To reach some semblance of swimming.
It is hard. The punches and kicks have left her limbs sluggish and painful. It would be so easy to give up. But she doesn't. In time, her thrashing limbs propell her to the side of the river and she hauls herself onto the bank.
The reek of the city and refuse fills her nose as she lays exhausted, battered and soaked on a riverside in Hobopolis.
Bitter, injured and frustrated, she cannot help the tears from coming. They flow down her face.
Holly sobs, an ugly noise, the phlegm and water mixing and bringing the sensation of drowning back to her.
She lays there for a time, unable to move for her injuries. Bruises and the cold have sapped her of her strength. Unconsciousness takes her before her unknown followers find her.
