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[indent][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=SILVER][I]Southern Plateau [/I] - [I]PRCU[/I][/COLOR][/sub][sup][right][b]Hope in Hell #2.028:[/b] [COLOR=SILVER][I][b]Feathers of Fury and Despair[/b][/I][/COLOR][/right][/sup][/indent][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][sub][B]Interaction(s):[/B] [COLOR=SILVER][I]Amma [@Rockette] [/I][/COLOR][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Previously:[/b] [COLOR=SILVER][I]Put Through the Winger[/I][/COLOR][/right][/SUP][/INDENT][/COLOR]

[indent] Haven had been doing well to ignore the world around her until the woman began to scream. Her delusion cracked; forced to acknowledge that even if this was a simulation, it was her new reality. The anguish in the woman's voice pierced her ears and her very soul. She forced her hands against her ears in desperation. Anything to block out the noise. To deafen the sound of flesh being torn apart and bone breaking beneath grinding metal on a live person. It wasn't working. It was all [i]so loud.[/i]

She pulled her wings back from around her as quickly as she could and threw herself at the metal bars to the cage. Her white knuckle grip on them did nothing to make the metal budge. She rattled it with her whole body. The cage shook in the air above the table as Haven tried her best to wrench it free of it's bolts in the ceiling.

The woman below wailed again and Haven joined her. [i][color=tan]"Stop! Please stop!"[/color][/i] She took shuddering breaths, tears freely flowing down her cheeks now. [i][color=tan]"Please!"[/color][/i] Her voice was barely heard above the tortured woman's agony. The pain she felt within her own heart was unbearable. There was nothing she could do for the woman. Haven would have to hear every agonizing breath the woman took until her last. Then... surely they'd come for her next. She slumped against the bars with a whimper as hopelessness claimed her.

Miraculously, through some means of false salvation, Haven heard the door to the cage swing open. Her heart leapt within her chest. There was a chance to get out. To free herself of the woman's pained cries. She scrambled for the opening and practically threw herself out of the cage. Landing with knees bent and wings pulled in tight, arms spread wide as she anticipated a fight. Her eyes were wild and bleary as she looked around. Her heart thundered within her chest. Four masked figures stood around her, their hands already reaching for her.

[i][color=tan]FIGHT![/color][/i]

Haven threw herself at the closest one with a shriek that promised pain. She felt her knee connect with their abdomen as her left hand struck the windpipe. A gloved hand grabbed her from the side and Haven swung her arm back, her elbow connecting with the side of the figure's mask. One of them grabbed her arm to her right and Haven wrenched herself free. For a moment, Haven's strength was winning against them.

A moment later, there were too many gloves and masks to keep track of. Haven screamed in her rage as she realized she couldn't get her arms free of them. Her wings unfurled behind her in an attempt to knock them away. Then she screamed again in terror as she felt their rubbery touch on her feathers. Their grips on her wings like vises. She writhed against their touch, her legs kicking out beneath her and in front of her until they too were subdued by another mask.

They'd come for her, and she wasn't strong enough. They were touching her [i]wings[/i]. She felt her feathers bunching up beneath their hands. The friction tearing some loose as she furiously beat them behind her. They carried her towards a door, into another room just like the one that held the pained sobbing of the woman just like her. Instinct had her body acting on it's own as her mind began to disassociate.

She tried as best as she could not to let them put her on that table. Yet she still felt the cold metal pressed against her back. Every restraint placed around her arms, waist, and legs was a battle lost. She could hear herself screeching as they pulled against her wings. The pain in her muscles as they stretched them just below the point of dislocation. Her heart felt like it was going to erupt from her chest and take flight. Terror locked her muscles up so tightly that they shook and jerked against the restraints that didn't let her move even a centimeter.

[i]They were going to destroy her.[/i]

Haven stared up at the blinding white light above her, eyes wide and unblinking. Tears slid down the sides of her face and pooled on the cold metal of the table. She felt herself shrinking within her body, going to a place where the pain wouldn't reach her at first. She could only think of what she was going to leave behind when these men killed her.

She should have told Rory that she loved him, too... Even if she still wasn't sure what real love felt like.

The other room went silent. Haven knew that the woman no longer breathed. She would join her soon. If the fear didn't kill her now, the simulation would. Her eyes slid to the side to where the masks prepped their tools and just when she thought she might lose herself to terror again, the men were reduced to [i]ash.[/i]

Someone approached from her other side. The voice that spoke to her pulled her back into her body.

[color=#978184]"Be still."[/color]

Haven couldn't respond to her, her throat raw and dry. She shut her eyes tightly as she swallowed and braced herself. Her body still trembled where she laid despite her efforts to follow Amma's order. She took slow, shuddering breaths as she tried to calm her heart. One by one the restraints fell away from her skin, and then her feathers. Remaining on the metal table for that much longer felt like it had taken years instead of minutes.

[color=#978184]"There,"[/color] Amma breathed from beside her.

Haven lifted herself from the table slowly, and then she flung herself off of it in the direction opposite Amma. She turned her back to her dark haired saviour, her wings loose and dragging on the floor behind her, and emptied her stomach onto the cracked tile now covered in the ash of her attackers. Her left hand gripped the metal table where her wings once laid as if she might collapse without its support.

Haven's breath came in shuddering gasps between heaves. Her right arm wrapped around her waist in an attempt to comfort her upset belly. After a while there was nothing left to give. Haven dry heaved once more before she wiped her mouth on her bloody sleeve. She inhaled through her nose, a small groan the only sound she made as the muscles in her back began to shift. Slowly and painfully she lifted her wings from the floor. They settled into their most comfortable resting position behind her back. Haven's hands lifted to rub her neck and shoulders. Then they pushed the sweaty stray hairs back from her face and wiped away the wetness on her cheeks and under her eyes.

Only then did Haven back away from the table. Her eyes followed the cracks in the floor over to where Amma stood. She slowly lifted them up Amma's body, cringing for a moment as she witnessed the horrible cuts that Amma bore. When her eyes met Amma's, there was nothing but pained recognition in them.

[color=tan]"Thank you."[/color] She uttered with hoarse, breathless words.

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