Post by Florin on Mar 29, 2012 20:45:16 GMT -5
Her cries of pain were quickly drowned out by the tower's chimes. Though he hadn't touched anything vital in her body, the pain erupting from her chest made her doubt that. Oil pooled around her, soaking into the sheets of her bed, some splattering onto the floor.
Survival from this attack seemed less and less likely by the second. She felt herself weakening from pain and oil loss, a part of her wanting to submit and let him end it, least she just suffer more.
Florin wasn't even aware of the clock's chimes until she felt Hollow's weight lifted from hers. She looked up, surprised, but thankful, to see him stumbling back. He acted as though the chimes were daggers to his body. Never had Florin been so thankful to live in the clocktower. However, she couldn't celebrate yet.
Her gaze darted towards the door, then back at Hollow. An opportunity had risen, and she only had a few seconds to decide. She felt her anger begin to arise once more. He was stunned, she could kill him, make him pay... Or, she could escape now, find help... but let him live. The decision was more difficult than she'd thought.
She had no weapon, there was no way she could kill him before the clock was finished striking for the hour. As much as she wanted to see him die, it would have to wait.
Florin rose up to her feet, her inner workings still exposed to the world, and made a sprint to the door, one hand clutching her bleeding chest, the other outstretched to grab the door as soon as she was close enough. Many times in the short distance she stumbled or almost tripped. A fine trail of oil dripped from her body onto the floor as she ran.
Survival from this attack seemed less and less likely by the second. She felt herself weakening from pain and oil loss, a part of her wanting to submit and let him end it, least she just suffer more.
Florin wasn't even aware of the clock's chimes until she felt Hollow's weight lifted from hers. She looked up, surprised, but thankful, to see him stumbling back. He acted as though the chimes were daggers to his body. Never had Florin been so thankful to live in the clocktower. However, she couldn't celebrate yet.
Her gaze darted towards the door, then back at Hollow. An opportunity had risen, and she only had a few seconds to decide. She felt her anger begin to arise once more. He was stunned, she could kill him, make him pay... Or, she could escape now, find help... but let him live. The decision was more difficult than she'd thought.
She had no weapon, there was no way she could kill him before the clock was finished striking for the hour. As much as she wanted to see him die, it would have to wait.
Florin rose up to her feet, her inner workings still exposed to the world, and made a sprint to the door, one hand clutching her bleeding chest, the other outstretched to grab the door as soon as she was close enough. Many times in the short distance she stumbled or almost tripped. A fine trail of oil dripped from her body onto the floor as she ran.