Whoa, it's been a while.

So. We will see if I am capable of finishing what I start this time around. As usual, I am accepting joiners, PM me or post here. There will be violent parts, thus the title. Not too much gore I hope.

Also introducing my new CT profile, which I haven't updated yet, but I will.

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Blood. Blood was everywhere. It drifted in the freefall like ruby beads scattered about, brilliant and beautiful and so very abundant.
She watched it float dispassionately, not wondering whose blood it was. She was detached from her surroundings, her body. She drifted like the blood, aimless and unconcerned.
It was splashed liberally on the walls, ceiling, floor; ragged, crimson swathes that were startling on the white tile.
She drifted peacefully, looking at the blood. Everything was slightly distorted, the edges very bright, the colors oversaturated and heliotrope. The rom seemed over-exposed, but she didn’t know if this was normal or not.
Had things always looked this way?
She couldn’t remember. Didn’t need to.
It was fading anyway.

The brush of hair against her open eyes brought her back to awareness. Copper hair, long and unbound and graceful. Her hair looked like that, she thought. Her hair was very long, always kept in many braids. It had been a very long time since she had seen her hair unbraided.
She wanted to touch the hair, to see if it was hers. Her arm was not responding though. Maybe she no longer had arms? She couldn’t tell.
In any case, there was no pain. In fact, she didn’t hurt anywhere. Everything was comfortably numb.
The colors were even brighter now, burnt out in places. Her vision was over-sharp, fuzzy at the edges.
She couldn’t tell if she was moving, or if it was the room that gently circled her.
The hair drifted around her face, obscuring her vision.

There were sounds outside. She couldn’t say how long she had been drifting there, or if there had been anything before this room. But she was pretty sure the voices hadn’t been there before.
There had been the sounds of metal on metal before, ringing through the room. Glass had shattered. She had seen the steel door buckle before it had drifted out of her line of sight.
There were words, but she couldn’t make sense of them. It didn’t matter. The sounds bounced about the room, jarring her over-sensitive ears, echoing in her skull. The effect was disorienting. Was it supposed to be?
Sobbing.
“No, no. I can’t. I’m so sorry. I can’t take it.”
“It’s ok, it’s ok. Stay in the hall. You don’t have to see this.”
“I’m sorry, so sorry ...”
She couldn’t see who was making the sounds. Couldn’t move to see.
“Are they all dead?”
“No bodies ... just blood ...”
The sounds were fading, phasing in and out. She liked the silence better.
“Is she alive?”
“Can’t be ... too much blood ... should be hours dead ...”
She was moving. A hand drifted within her narrow field of vision, a graceful hand, deeply lacerated across the palm. She watched in fascination as the blood flowed down the fingers, sluggish and so deeply red, breaking away from the fingertips, beading and drifting away. The fur was deep, glistening red, moist with blood. It was ivory under the red, she knew.
Not her hand. Didn’t hurt. Couldn’t be hers.
Shapes, unfocussed, moved in her peripheral vision. She ignored them.
“Still bleeding ... she’s not breathing ... can’t find a pulse!”
“... losing her ...”
Losing who? But it didn’t matter. She wanted the sounds to go away. Wanted quiet.
“... get that equipment in here stat!...”
“Still bleeding! Losing too much blood ...”
The blood was so beautiful though. It would taste salty and sweet in her mouth, she knew. And copper, like her hair.
A slow, erratic beeping intruded briefly before fading out. The voices were quiet too. That was much better, but now they were phasing back in.
“Stop that bleeding!”
“... too many injuries ..”
Vertigo, dizziness, assailed her. The world was very bright, but it had begun fading. The dizziness passed.
She didn’t mind darkness.
She spiralled down into the dark, followed by the monotonous blare of a heart monitor, registering a flatline.

She awoke screaming, excruciating pain tearing at her body, disintegrating her mind.
Her consciousness shut down under the sensory overload.
Darkness flooded in.

Burning. The pain was like live coals poured over her, searing her. She twisted and screamed, and no sound emerged. She was pinned, unable to escape the agony. She thrashed violently.
A hand, ice-cold, was laid on her forehead. The pain was like needles driven through her.
She fainted.

Pain awoke her, a dull, pulsing pain that permeated her entire body, penetrated her very bones.
She opened her eyes and immediately closed them. The light stung her, made her flinch. The pain was immediate, stabbing through her skull.
She drifted again.