Internal reconstructing, done. My eyes gazed at hands with fingers coated and dripping crimson. I think of turning them over to see the palms and the hands respond.
Something flashes over them and the vision shifts and the crimson masts start shaking. They blur as the distant scene focuses into view. Two mounds lie, painted red. My eyes focus again and see the body of one man, a hole in his chest large enough for a human hand to pass through. The other, shifts and coughs. A splutter of blood bubbles from his lips. The face behind those lips is a pulp of tenderized flesh.
I inhaled and a sweet iron scent stung my nostrils and taste buds. A vibration tickled my eardrums and the world went from mute to deafening. A woman's shrieking threatened to burst what had just regained its ability. Unable to move my arms, I looked down to see hers constricting mine.
I could draw her face from memory, but at the moment it seemed far away. Her voice was even more familiar. "Stop! Please, they are done and can't hurt me anymore!" A ribbon of red ran from the corner of her mouth beside a swollen lip. Her purse lay at her side with a broken strap.
