Corruption

Act of war

Chapter 16

Petra thought she knew pain. Yeah, she was branded twice, broken bones, been beaten, hammering headaches from using her power, gotten cuts galore, even had alcohol dumped into her paper cuts. This was all the physical. Mentally she saw her family being killed in front of her, seen people die repeatedly, killed people, been verbally abused, had had self doubt and a bit of anxiety and depression mixed into that whole thing.

This was worse.

So, so much worse.

Petra was bleeding, hobbling, crying, sniffling, weighed down with another body, and trying not to scream. She had seen Abnormals fall to the ground out of nowhere, the little girl holding the purple haired girl's hand fell limp beside her. As for herself, she wished it was so simple.

Pain, so much pain. There was chaos everywhere, soldiers and Abnormals alike. So her wonderful power, was fighting whatever caused the blackout. Petra soon learned to keep sane, she had to bleed and continue moving. The golden eyed girl thanked herself for always carrying a knife, except that it was serrated.

Blood freely flowed through her many self inflicted wounds. She had to continuously cut her legs to keep blood flowing, and occasionally her stomach for extra kick. Pressure built up in her body as forces fought for control. The small body of the little green girl was still on her shoulders. The only reason the two weren't with the other Damnation was to grab some of the girl's belongings, not realizing they would be caught in what seemed to be a Syndicate attack.

The bloodied knife hung in the broken girl's grip, readied to cut her stomach that has almost healed over. It seemed as if less chaos was in the air, yet the will to fall to the ground and stay there was overpowering. So another cut.

Her slender hands, caked in blood and dirt, shook as they moved the knife to her stomach. Tears blurred her vision, making it hard to see where she was stumbling off to. The knife pierced her side, accidently making a huge gash, running from above her bellybutton, to her right side.

A pain filled sob broke through, making her will to survive crumble greatly. Her knees hit the ground, the small body falling from her shoulders. Pain, pain, pain. She wanted to scream.

Then, like a wish come true, the force stopped. She no longer wanted to give up and go limp because of that one force. Now, she only wanted to do it out of exhaustion.

"Oh my god, are you alright?" A feminine voice pierced the haze. Petra couldn't do it anymore. Her adrenaline was gone, will gone, strength gone.

Her body crumpled to the ground, no more fight in her. Everything was blue, like the dawn sky. She gave up. World colored over with black.

Ryker knew something was wrong, but no one would answer him. Everyone was MIA, and he hated it. It's not like he could go there and track them down, what if they were silent for a reason.

He was playing his favorite game Risk with his friends. Turn after turn the game went on, moves and countermoves. Bacon knew he had to keep his friend distracted, so he enlisted the help of Sem and a few others.

"And now, I own South America. If this were in real time, I would have a stinkin' awesome money supply with the drugs and stuff. But, that is not so. So I'll settle for your surrender right now." Bacon boasted, grinning at the other players.