The last thing Laura saw before the building knocked her unconscious were the lives of her siblings crushed by monsters. The last thing she heard was one of the younger members calling out her name before she was brutally murdered. Calling out for someone to help. Why didn't she help them? It was all her fault they were gone now. She was responsible for them, and she failed. It was the only thing Laura had to do. But she screwed up. Their blood was on her hands (literally and metaphorically).
Laura woke up to flames lapping at her face. She tried to simply swat them away, but she couldn't move underneath the stone and rubble. She used all of her strength and couldn't move an inch. Not being able to do anything else, she conjured fire from her hands to burn through what she could. The wood and other burnables turned to ash and she could finally move the other stuff off of her. Her head was pounding and her left wrist seemed to be out of place. She didn't feel the pain yet, but she would in time. How did she survive?
Vaguely, she heard voices from outside the remnants of the building she was in. Laura was actually afraid to go out. She must of looked like a monster herself, with blood pouring down her face and her clothes were stained crimson with the fluids of others. She stumbled out, taking in the gray view that struck her eyes. It took a few moments to locate the small group. They were about 50 feet away from her. Laura tried calling out, but her lungs couldn't take the sudden air. After a coughing fit, she decided to physically approach the group. She recognized Thesus and Cyrus at first. Then, the Apollo twins came into view. Michelle was there and...some girl trying to heal her wounds.
"At least some of you guys survived." Laura tried to keep her gentle tone, but it probably sounded unemotional to the others. As she tried to process what was going on, Laura was remembering what she was doing before the attack. She kept remembering the lives she couldn't save. Those poor children, their lives hadn't even begun. "But first off, we need to get everyone patched up. Who's up after Michelle?" Laura's vision started to spin, but she was determined to help the others first.
Laura woke up to flames lapping at her face. She tried to simply swat them away, but she couldn't move underneath the stone and rubble. She used all of her strength and couldn't move an inch. Not being able to do anything else, she conjured fire from her hands to burn through what she could. The wood and other burnables turned to ash and she could finally move the other stuff off of her. Her head was pounding and her left wrist seemed to be out of place. She didn't feel the pain yet, but she would in time. How did she survive?
Vaguely, she heard voices from outside the remnants of the building she was in. Laura was actually afraid to go out. She must of looked like a monster herself, with blood pouring down her face and her clothes were stained crimson with the fluids of others. She stumbled out, taking in the gray view that struck her eyes. It took a few moments to locate the small group. They were about 50 feet away from her. Laura tried calling out, but her lungs couldn't take the sudden air. After a coughing fit, she decided to physically approach the group. She recognized Thesus and Cyrus at first. Then, the Apollo twins came into view. Michelle was there and...some girl trying to heal her wounds.
"At least some of you guys survived." Laura tried to keep her gentle tone, but it probably sounded unemotional to the others. As she tried to process what was going on, Laura was remembering what she was doing before the attack. She kept remembering the lives she couldn't save. Those poor children, their lives hadn't even begun. "But first off, we need to get everyone patched up. Who's up after Michelle?" Laura's vision started to spin, but she was determined to help the others first.