lokuri

((OOC: I presume Niola was place on a bed. xD
Also, I'm avoiding homework at the moment... ^-^; ))

***Flashback***

Niola clung to the obsidian robe around her shoulders, which was ripped and tattered in various places. Some of the raggedy edges were caused on purpose, the robe being too large for her hand having to be shorten around sleeves and bottom. Due to the sudden burst of heat, Niola had ripped the sleeves off completely, allowing a tuft of her white blouse's sleeves to be revealed. A crimson lace clung around the collar, falling into a loose bow. Frills at the end of the blouse coordinated nicely with her frilly black skirt, which stopped a few inches short or her knees. Such a peculiar look contrasted with Niola's features, which resembled that of an innocent child. However, years of torment had plagued her heart; Niola wanted to express such emotion suffering through her outer attire.

Her oversized, black boots halted on the road of which she walked. Harsh words had reached her ears, paralyzing her in her tracks. It was normal to hear dark rumors of the destruction Niola had caused as she continued to seek a place of refuge, but the words that began to spread through the air was...poisoning. As though her hand moved instinctively, Niola covered her mouth and shedded tears of sorrow. The idea to quickly flee from such a horrid town popped into her head immediately, yet she soon found that to be impossible. A group of angered and bitter citizens cautiously surrounded Niola, all bearing some form of weapon. Large men stepped closer to the front, ready to start a war with the shaking child. Trying to find reason behind their resentfullness, Niola's eyes finally fell upon a poster bearing her face.

"A wanted poster?" Niola thought to herself. Terrified, she felt her body collapsing beneath her, only for a hand to reach for her neck and haul her up. Eyes filled with hatred glared down at her, threatening to break her.

"No...this can't be...the end! I still...I still want to..."

"DEMON!" "Did you hear? She destroyed her whole village, including her parents!" "That child's a psychopath!" "That THING is NOT a child!" "Yeah, I agree!" "But...what if she isn't the only one?" "What?" "There might be others! They might...they might want to rule the world!" "Yeah right...I think she's just cursed!" "I'm serious! What if they want to rid all of those that aren't fit in their eyes?" "God...is this the end?" "She might be one of millions that will bring about the annihilation of the world! Apocalypse!"

"No...no...NO...NOOO...!" Niola tried to back away as tons of grimy hands reached forward, appearing more twisted and sinister than they really were. Backing away, Niola kept screaming, hoping someone would hear her. Still, the hands grew closer...nearer...growing before her petrified eyes...

***End of Flashback(s)! ...for now***

"NoOoOoOooOooOOoooOoo!" A startled nurse took a few steps back, shocked by such an outburst. Niola tried to see the look on her face, yet her eyes still failed her. It took her a few minutes to realize that she was in some kind of room -- a refuge, perhaps -- and that there were scattered healers running about, tending to the wounded. Pain finally shot through her, causing Niola to fall back onto the pillow and take in deep, shallow breathes. She was alive...barely. It seemed the others were okay, though she could only faintly distinguish them from the rest.

"Th-thank...you!" Her voice was low now, so she was not sure her appreciation had reached their ears. Still, Niola tried her best to smile warmly at them, her head now firmly pressed on what she believed was a pillow. After all, if it weren't for them, she...might have sacrificed more than herself and a few casualties.

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