Shay
18 years ago
"Mathias?!"
Shay shrieked as the felt him shove her to the floor, and was propelled even further by the blast. A sharp pain to her head, as it smacked against something very hard, and Shay literally saw stars. Then, she saw nothing.
Blinking...nothing. Rubbing her eyes...nothing. All around her she could hear screams, and groans, and cries...glass being broken, and walked on, loud noises that sounded like furniture falling. People yelling...Mathias yelling...yelling for her. But she couldn't see him, or anything!
"Mathias?! I'm on the floor...over here...I can't see you either."
The smoke must be terribly thick, to be so black, but it didn't smell terribly bad. She could definitely smell smoke, but she could breathe too...it wasn't over powering her. So why couldn't she see, and why were her eyes now tearing so badly...and why did they HURT so badly? Every time she tried to open her eyes, the tears ran down her face like a faucet.
Before panic set in, and she could feel it was on the way, Shay started scrambling on the floor. Pieces of glass were digging in and cutting her knees and palms, and she was constantly wincing. First sharp pain in her eyes, and then her head, and now it seemed her entire body was to be subjected to torture.
Finding what felt like the leg to an upright table, Shay pulled herself into a sitting position, and leaned back against the leg. She was scared, and she needed Alexi, but was trying to gather her sanity at the same time. She would not let on about how scared she was. At least she was breathing, and didn't appear to have lost any body parts. That thought sent her fingers to her eyes, where she touched very lightly against her eyelids with just the glass free tips of her digits. No...even though she couldn't see, her eyes were still in her head.
"Mathias? Can you hear me still? Can you still not see either...I think I've got pepper...or glass...something in my eyes...?"
She tried to make it a simple question, but the fear in her made it come out as a rather despairing wail. And just as she felt herself calming just the slightest bit, someone tripped over her legs, and just lie there.
"Mathias?"
Reaching forward she felt someone...a man, for they had on a suit, or tuxedo...but they weren't moving. Her hand moved through something thick and sticky as she felt up along the arm to the shoulder, and across to the head.
"Oh my god!"
Where the head should have been was air, and Shay's hand had sunk into bone and blood and muscle...
She screamed.