Snippet #2218144

Falling was not fun. No wonder people were afraid of heights. It was absolutely adrenaline pumping, jaw dropping, teeth shatteringly scary. I mean, whenever she was dive bombing it was a rush of sudden joy, but that was when she knew she could snap her wings out right before she slammed into the ground. Full out falling however, was quite the opposite. Only her shrill scream could be heard over her pounding heart, and the wind whipping her hair back. She felt hopeless, just like she did back at the facility, trapped, lonely, it was only a matter of time before all the torture came down on her like she would come down on hard cement with a splat.

Sucking in a breath, she braced herself for impact, hoping she might get lucky and be able to roll when she hit the ground, avoiding her immediate death. Not likely, but it was worth a shot. Angling her body, she made it so her wings wouldn't crumple like an accordion when she landed on them. She also shifted her hands so they wouldn't twist and break. Her legs were hard to control as they were tangled in the rope.

Sudden, immediate pain, splintered through every muscle in her body. Her breath left her in a whoosh and she coughed and wheezed, trying to fill her lungs with air. Her wings seemed fine, her legs felt like a painful crumpled heap and her arms were sure to be bruised and torn up with scrapes. She was a bit out of it, and fairly dizzy. Worse was when a shockwave trembled everyone in her body and she groaned in pain. AS if from a distance, she heard Valentine speaking, and she paid attention enough to know what to do. She would much rather just pass out and sleep, right here, right now, but she had to stay strong. Her life depended on it. She heard something ping off a wall, and she got up unsteadily, knowing that the shooting had started. She tried to run, but instantly fell to the ground, her left ankle a twisted mess. She cried out in pain, but had her sore wings w]pick her back up.

Using her wings as a crutch, she half limped, half flew away, keeping low to the ground and trying to not bend her foot. Where was Audra? Luckily, her backup was still on her, though some things might be awfully smushed now. Though, she did take some amusement in hearing Valentine think about what great shots she had made. The truth was, she had missed. She wasn't even aiming there, not even her intention to hit any of those things. Smiling to herself, she continued onward, trying to not to trip over a trashcan when she saw Audra. "We need to get out of here, now. We need a car," she said.