[ closed / open ] I can tell you how the story goes

[childofaxios]

who: Chyler Silva and various, open February prompts
what: CATCH-ALL
when: February
where: Various places
warnings: Dream-violence, bodies, blood, y'know, that sort of thing. THERE IS A NICE DREAM TOO.

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[childofaxios]

[ It's late. Or early, depending on how you look at it. The roof was occupied by a stranger when Chyler went up to try and clear her head after another inevitable nightmare. So she goes jogging instead of using the wind.

It's late, or early, and the kinds of people on the street are those who can't sleep or those who couldn't catch a cab from closed bars. Then there are the predators, waiting for an unguarded moment and an unoccupied street.

Chyler won't give them the former, but she can't avoid the latter. And she looks like an easy target.

There are three of them, and one of them is big.

They don't come at her all at once. The first moves in, not the big one, which is a good way to start. One tries to wrap his arms around her from behind. She rams her elbow backward into his stomach and whips around to punch upward into his nose.

It breaks.

She smiles.

That's when the other two wade in, while the first one staggers back howling and clutching his face. She holds her own for a little while, she certainly makes sure they'll remember her, but then the big one actually gets a grip on her and wraps his arm around her throat in a headlock.

The one whose nose she broke steps forward and runs his bloodied finger down along her jaw from ear to chin.

"You're gonna pay for that, you little bitch."

Chyler kicks him in the stomach as her vision goes gray. ]