Snippet #2222480

Astrea Mundis

Astrea thanked the baker multiple times and apologized for entering the premises all drenched and bloodied before he cowered back under the cashier counter to hide. Honestly she wanted to join the poor bald man but she doubt the three of them could fit in there. So she had to put up a brave front for the young girl next to her. Their race to the bakery, if you call being dragged a race, was uneventful if not for the prevailing rain and Skye's giggling. Why she even had the nerve to giggle at the situation they were in, Astrea thought angrily but she could not stay angry at her for long. She may be a stranger but she grew to like her. Maybe it was because they escaped a life endangering situation together she thought but regardless of the reason, she knew if she sould spend more time with Skye they might be the very best of friends.

Leaning her small frame against the wall, she let her bruised nose be filled with the smell of freshly baked bread. Rubbing it, she knew it wasn;t broken and the smell of butter, flour and everything in the bakery helped rejuvenate her senses. It help reminded her that she was alive. The warmth from the oven also helped warm her wet and shivering body. Once her wound had stopped bleeding, she payed for a croissant, "You want one?", Astrea asked as she took a nibble. 'Sweet nectar of heaven. It taste so good!', she thought and handed the untouched side of the croissant to Skye. Having drank only a tea for breakfast it was understandable now why she was weak and slow to recover from the crash. Walking to the store window, she watched as the police slowly inching their way towards the wrecked bus.

She was about to take the next bite when something hit her. She could feel the earth pikes or earth mounds as she decided to call it or earth beasts as Skye named it. Not the pain that is associated from having been thrown from it but more like a feeling of control. When she fell she felt pain, but that was not what she started to 'feel' about the earth mound that threw her. Still very weak when she wanted to get away from the tree, she silently wanted help to get up and somehow that particular earth mound felt as if it rose up to help her up. She couldn't describe it other than it felt as if those earth mounds were like her hands giving her a gentle push. Picture if you could your whole body tucked comfortably under a bed cover with only your toes sticking out at the other end. You can't do anything but wiggle your toes. That is more or less what the earth mounds felt like but she couldn't figure out how or why. She must be going crazy she thought cause it just doesn't make any sense. It's illogical and that would have meant that the whole cause of the accident was her fault. She giggled at the thought that her worrisome mind was concocting up.

The fall or the bus crash must have caused some cerebral damage to cause her to have some continued hallucination ever since she rested against that dead tree she thought. Now she knew she had to go to a doctor. Taking the next bite as she stared towards the earth mound that threw her, she reached her hands out towards it with her palms open. As if playing with the thought that she had control over it, she imagined herself crushing a soft fruit of some kind as she closed her hands into a fist. At first nothing happened and she giggled, laughing at herself for coming up with such a ludicrous thought but then the earth mound blew into smithereens. Dropping the unfinished croissant to the floor she stared at it in disbelief. Turning to Skye, "Did you... see that?...", she asked before turning to the earth mound that stopped the bus dead in it's tracks. Unlike the one that exploded this particular mound was big. Reaching her hands towards it as before, she closed it into a fist. Like before nothing happen but then it too blew up into pieces. "No... No... I can't... That doesn't make any sense... I can't...", her breathing now quickened as now with both hands she reached up to two other earth mounds on the road. Closing her hands into a fist, they too burst into rubble. "I... have control over these things?...", she spoke in nearly a whisper as she watched the policemen scatter like before. "What is going on?... What am I?".

(Sorry it took so long to reply. I honestly thought I killed the RP with my post when no one replied. And I wasn't trying to stretch it, was just trying to build up the suspense and getting her to realise this was all her doing.)