Something new in the works...

She came rushing in through the splintered wooden door, slamming it shut behind her as she fell upon it, it's latch barely good enough to keep the door closed if it weren't for her weight against it. Adrenaline was fueling her veins, pulsing through her brain, fighting off the effects of the alcohol and forcing sober conciousness into her vision. It was no time to think, no time to allow her lungs to catch up, she had to act quickly.

At her feet again, she sprinted across the empty lengths of the large room, the gothic architecture dimly illuminated, it's black surfaces absorbing any light cast by the crytal chandalliers. Her hand felt her side as she stumbled through a narrow hallway, pinballing herself from wall to wall as the hot blood coarsed between her fingers and soaked her thin shirt. Tears now filled her eyes with the brief thought that it was certainly over, that death was obviously approaching, but they too, like her life to come, would vanish in the wake of something far greater. Nothing mattered, all that was important was contained in the small vial in her pocket. The future of her people depended on it's safe delivery, yet she knew her hands would never see it off. She must find a way to hide it, to safeguard it, to atleast send it away from her own doomed vessel, but how?

A sound like dogs scrambling around on hardwood floor echoed through the nearby chambers. It was coming, and it was coming fast, and soon it would be upon her without mercy, with only enough care to realize that she existed and that the existence should not be in it's way, like watching an ant approach your food.

Now. She had to act now. Her long brown hair whipped her shoulders as she ran, turning to look behind her though it would do nothing but slow her down. A raised board in the ground snagged her bare foot and she tumbled to the ground, sliding with all her momentum into the wall, crushing her wounded side, stinging her very nervous center. So weak the merely standing shoretened her life, she got to her feet once more and approached the closest window. Now the blood flowed freely down her side, and it's odor enticed the coming evil. Fear no longer plagued her, however, and in a swift gesture, she tossed the vial into the river several stories down after a quick glimpse into it's contents. Warmth came, and she allowed it to flow over her like rising water over naked skin. Her chin raised and she opened her eyes one last time, and the ceiling disappeared, and the wood and nails and stone dissappeared, and the very ground which she now fell upon dissappeared, and all that was left was the darkness of the evil one. It came through air and ether toward her escaping soul with the fury of the elements at rage, but all too late. With a smirk of understanding, her being dispersed and was no more, a legacy of life and influence forever ended. There would be no more running, no more hiding, no more fear. This was the beginning of the end...