Thread: ..::Aɴɢᴇʟs ᴏғ Dᴇᴀᴛʜ::.. [Rʏᴀx & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ]

Something churned inside of Rachels gut. Was she feeling sick? Hungry? It was hard to tell when thousands of emotions run through your mind. Remember, thats all you have to do . She paced back and forth within the hallway, her fingers sprawling out to entangle themselves within her golden tresses. I want to remember, its on the tip of my tongue! Physically, she started to pound against her head, so hard that it rattled and ached afterwards. Defeat was settling in, her back leaning harshly against the brick wall. Gradually she slid down it, her head burrowing into her kneecaps before wrapping her arms around her legs. She held onto them tightly as she felt herself falling apart. Why was it so hard to accept the truth? Was it because she had no control over her fate at this moment? Hell, it doesnt even matter anymore. Instead of staying in this pitiful state she would place both palms firmly on the ground to help her stand onto both feet, encouraging herself to not fall apart. But then, something snapped inside of her, like a rock colliding with a twig. Those once iridescent ocean eyes were filled with hopelessness, yet acceptance. They were duller than a worn-out blade. No emotion. Wandering like a lost dog in the big city streets, she paced from room-to-room, not being phased at all anymore by the change of rooms. Besides Isaac was it? Well, besides him, that was the only person she witnessed here in the building, if thats what this is. I dont even know what happened to him after I stabbed him. Rachel thought on it, not really taking it into consideration after bolting away. Then she remembered. Peering over her shoulder she would see the tear in her clothing, finding blood seeping into the fabric of her shirt. She had to thank her clothes for creating some type of resistance, so the wound wouldnt be so deep, but it didnt look too good regardless. Huffing in a breath of cool air, she blew it onto her crusty-blood-coated wound before wincing at the burning sensation ravaging her shoulder. It wouldnt slow her down, but it more-or-less agitated her. Besides, it was already healing as a hardened layer of blood was clotting it decently. After travelling for around 30 minutes and still going nowhere, she took it upon herself to sit on a chair that was fixed in the corner of the room. This room was decent, in fact, one of the best ones she had visited. A chandelier radiated in the middle of the room, the faux bulbs flickering like flames. Fine china was carefully placed inside a white cabinet, accompanied with some porcelain teacups. A grandiloquent table looked large enough to fit eight individuals. An old scene played through her mind, males wearing those long white wigs, bringing some women in with atrocious white powdered-on face. It helped to break the tension as she laughed at the thought. It was too good to be true until a large Throomping sound discharged into her eardrums. It startled her, but caused more curiosity than anything. Its coming from the level above me? The one I just left. But I dont remember anyone being up there with me? She couldnt push the thoughts away as she trailed up the stairs towards B3. Once her foot planted on the very last stair towards the new level, an intense heat caused her to shield her face, the waves of hotness stinging her flesh. Peering her head out of the doorway to inspect the situation, Isaac could be seen exiting a room. With close inspection through the smoke she could see the maroon colored bandages from where she struck him, a feeling of guilt washing over her. Why am I feeling guilty for hurting someone that was trying to murder me? Instincts riddled her core before running to him, her hair whipping wildly as it twirled and danced with the hot air. It was harder to breathe, each breath turning into a deeper wheeze. Without hesitation, her hand gripped tightly and firmly onto his wrist, dragging him away from the hallway and into the stairway before the smoke would get too unbearable. Please, Im begging you! She breathed out the words, gulping each breath of air she could get as she searched through his bandaged face, getting a good look at it for the first time since their meeting. Im sorry for before, Im sorry for all of the trouble I caused you, but I think No. She corrected herself. I am more than okay with you ending my life. With courage and determination, she laid her hand on top of his that equipped the scythe, attempting to edge it close to her. Rachel's lungs ached as the smoke clogged them, but the more time she spent away from the smoke the more she felt herself regaining strength. Ill know the truth if you kill me, and thats alright.