Trouble in Terrorist's Town

Grief,Lead Me To Insanity (KrismPro)

MICHELLE!

The brunette was sitting outside the reach of the burning,rubble cloaked ruin of a building. She had fallen on her knees,and sobbed until her throat was raw,and was reduced to whimpering and hiccuping,drawing in shuddery breaths as she gazed hatefully and broken at the flames that licked at the crumbling walls of the building that her wife was trapped inside of. Thick smoke billowed up,and she could feel it in her lungs,burning,choking,but she couldn't care less. Arms wrapped around her and tugged her up,but she didn't respond,eyes dull. 

"Let's get her inside,she's breathing in the ash and smoke."

She didn't give any fight,only succumbing to whatever--whoever was dragging her to wherever. She didn't care. Her light was gone,her Michelle was gone,her world was gone. 

"Krism?"

A concerned voice had said,and the woman only chuckled under her breath. There were tears still drying on her cheeks,a few still sparkling in her heterochromic eyes. Her heart ached,her mind buzzed,and her soul felt missing. Her throat was dry from crying so hard,and her lips were cracked from screaming,her fingers bloody and torn up from clawing through the ruins to try and reach her Michelle. 

"What's wrong? Why's she laughing? Krism?"

Her head lolls back,and her chuckles turn into full blown laughter,until it hurts,and they break off into a sob that chills everyone down to the bone. Someone tries approaching her,with long hair and a red streak,someone familiar,but for her own sake,she can't remember his name. He's calling her name,eyes wide with fright as he tries to calm her down,but she lashes out instead. She caught him hard in the jaw,and he recoils,falling back onto his rear in shock and hurt. He holds a ginger hand to the side of his face,and she feels a pang of guilt,before it disappears,and she's laughing,sobbing again. Noone dared to approach her,and backed away from her as she sobbed harder. When the laughter and cries quelled,someone tentatively walked up,her light brown hair haphazardly sticking out in odd angles. She's familiar,too,and the mourning woman allows her to draw near,and hug her tightly. 

"Calm down,Krism,I promise you,this isn't real."

All too real.

Krism wails against her shoulder,and a male with shaggy brown hair and black glasses runs up,breathless,and whispers urgently in the woman's comforter's ear.

"Ziegs,we have trouble over by the apartment section."

The chesnut haired female nods,and says,

"Take care of Krism,I'll get some people together."

He nodded,and gently took Krism's elbow,leading the despairing woman over to a couch,sitting her down and telling her to take deep breaths. She followed his directions shakily,and when he says her name and she looks at him with confusion,he quietly reminded,

"It's me,Necro?"

She remained with a puzzled expression until he sighed,straightened,and patted her hair,