Snippet #999923

Ebony stumbled blindly through the streets, her eyes blurred and unfocused. She could barely see a thing and each step was clumsy and awkward. Her head still throbbed and a large egg had formed there where she had been cracked over the skull by that lunatic. Which lunatic? Who had hit her? She didn't know. She couldn't remember. She didn't even care. Her memories were muddled and unclear, but there was one thing that she could be sure of and one thing that she would live by from now on. Everyone here was mental and each one of them was a threat to her. They wanted to harm her. They wanted her dead. She could trust no-one here, no-one at all. But they had helped her, they had healed her, hadn't they? No, they'd harmed her and they were the reason she was in this mess. Confused thoughts whirled around her mind, causing contridating things to clash. She could trust them. No, she couldn't trust them. Or could she? No, they were all untrustworthy and wanted her dead. She could only count on herself to survive, not a single other soul. It was down to her. Why couldn't she trust them? Oh yes, they had tried to kill her. Shaking her head, she stumbled, stretching a hand out to stable herself. A darkness was invading her mind, one that she was unable to control. She was fighting it, but bad thoughts filled her head about the people in this world and their intentions.

A shudder crept up her spine, as she drew to a halt, pressing her back against a cold wall. She slumped down so that she was sitting on the floor, knees drawn to her chest, forehead resting there. Her ebony hair curtained her pale face, which was drawn with dark circles underneath her bright eyes. Despite her current appearance, she still had a look of beauty about her. Nothing made sense to her. She would wait until her head was clear. Then she would get up and find some shelter, as far away from anyone as she could. The attack had changed her. Sure, she'd been a fiery little thing before, with a sarcastic attitude to match, but never had she felt so isolated in her whole life. She felt alone in the world, with a deep concern clouding her mind so she couldn't think probably. That one incident had broken her. He had twisted her mind and now it was warped. But through that darkness, there was the tiniest amount of light that she was still holding onto. All it would take was for someone to show her kindness and a bit of love for her to begin to trust once more. Again, she wished that her father was there to make everything alright, to hold her, to care for her, but he wasn't. Sudden tears sprung to her eyes and she wiped them away furiously, lifting her head, snuffling. Looking around, she realised just how long she had been sat there, although the watch on her wrist no longer meant anything, it read that several hours had passed. She simply couldn't sit there moping any longer, plus her head had began to clear and her sight was much better than before. She had to get up and so something. But even as she thought that, she could not force herself to do so. What was the point? She had nothing to do, nothing to live for. She could sit there for an eternity and no-one would care or blink an eyelid at her. But what a waste that would be...

A sudden revolution hit her, causing her fists to clench. This was his fault. That man who had attacked her. That was the reason she was in such a state. She would find him and she would make him pay. A smirk played evilly on her red lips. Hauling herself up, she pressed a hand against the rough wall. But where to look? She didn't know this place and she could barely remember him. But someone had to know him. He seemed like the type that would be well known. Her eyes were drawn to a vendor just across the street, a burger bar just across from that. She'd start there. With a purposeful stride, she started off towards it, keeping her eyes firmly fixed on the man behind the counter. Her evil smirk had been replaced by an innocent smile, that gave her a pretty look. As soon as she reached the vendor, she widened her smile, leaning against the counter. "Well hey there, I was wondering if you could help me?" She asked, casting a quick glance behind her and tucking her glossy hair behind her ear. "I'm looking for someone, but I don't really know much about him if I'm honest." She laughed, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. "I'm really forgetful, but I'm sure this man is a bit of a rogue, who loves to go against Leon and his team. Remind you of anyone? And I think his name began with a C, but I'm unsure. He has something of mine and I just wanted to get it back." Her lie was smooth and innocent, completely plausible and she hoped that he could help her. She wanted to find that rogue who had threatened her, who had caused her so much pain.