[b]Alaina: Nephilim[/b]

So many voices screaming in her head, Alaina joined them screaming in her head at them to shut up. Just shut up and leave her alone! She didn’t feel her skin and clothes being dragged across rocks and concrete, didn’t feel broken lass digging at her skin as she was hauled into an alley.

And there was silence. Peace. Quiet. The voices were gone. It was like falling. Like the wall she’d always had there, pressing against her was gone. Wobbly as a whore after a 12 man bachelor party she used a wall to haul herself upwards.

Once on her feet she saw the shit going down in the alley. Looked like four against one? Didn’t matter, not her problem. Then the wind shifted, and heat ripped across her like an inferno in the middle of a blizzard.  

Flashing back to the night of the massacre, she screamed, as she relived the sight of the demon ripping into flesh and bone. The ground shook, windows shattered, and the steel garbage dumpster buckled and collapsed in on itself. Crushed from within.

Iron escape ladders bent and twisted as security doors contorted from hinges. Gasping for air she sighed, “Demon.” before she collapsed. Spent. Let the demon kill her, make the voices stop finally. Let it be over.

Tommy the cutie. Tommy the one guy she'd thought about maybe, well, maybe never mattered. He was gone. The voices never stopped. The monsters never stopped chasing. Let them just kill her and end it.