Snippet #2379642

Blood flashed across the ceiling. Screams of panic, bodies fell one after another as countless lives were lost. The mismatched eyes of a girl watched the scene play out over and over. Her heart rocketed in her chest, the sound of her own blood rushing through her veins resounded in her ears. Beast after beast tore down her comrades right before her eyes, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Her body quaked, and though she wanted to, she couldn't run away. She held fast to her dual swords, though she could hear the clatter they made in shaking hands. A beast was headed her way. A demon to be precise. It's form invaded the entirety of her vision, there was nothing but the beast itself. Time seemed to slow down as it approached, a wide sneer spreading across it's face. The girl's eyes widened as the creature's mouth opened as if it were going to eat her whole, it's jagged--

"Ciana! Come to the Gym!" A familiar female voice rang out over the intercom in her room, causing her to sit upright.

The girl sighed, cold sweat covered her skin, but again it had only been a dream. It was always a dream. She would never let her comrades die that way, not ever. After a minute she found the voice to respond to the person calling to her and slipped from the chrysalis of sheets she had made for herself. She walked slowly across the room, running one of her hands through her hair. The carpet beneath her feet soothed her somewhat, but as she neared the door of her room, blood flashed across her vision causing her to stop mid-step. Clearing it away with the shake of her head, she pressed a small green button just to the left of the door knob. "I'll be there in 30."

Ciana's voice sounded dry, like she hadn't had anything to drink in weeks, but the person on the receiving end of her message didn't seem to notice. "Make it 20 and I'll cook breakfast after." The smile in the woman's voice was obvious. She was baiting the girl, even still, it was food.

"Fine, 20." With that, the huntress' hand fell from the button to the knob of the door and she pushed through it. She took a quick shower and got dressed, slipping on her usual outfit. She thought about taking her swords, but decided against it. Worse case scenario she had to come back and get them. She looked at the clock as she was leaving the apartment and grinned, "Five minutes to spare."