The alarm went off flashing lights through out the interior of her house. Immediately the children went to their hiding place, behind the walls in between their rooms. Locked in their hiding places they sobbed quietly in the dark.
She stalked through her house, slipping off her high heels and pulling her hair slowly into a raven pony tail. With a hit of a few select buttons the lights of the house went out. She moved through the dark kitchen pulling a large butcher knife out of butcher block she turned it over in her hand preparing to strike whoever dared walked into her home.
She moved with cat like agility as she turned the corner coming through the dinning room. Outside she heard the quietness of silence where there should have been a mulitude of guards streaming in. Someone had moved on them quickly to take all of them before any could enter. A shadow draped over the floor coming towards her with a confident pace. With swiftness she leaped onto the dinner room table and spun kicking her foot toward her attacker.
She landed with an unsatifying feeling. Looking up to face her opponent she saw the face of Legend. Oh how she wish Hawk was here. He spoke, but all she heard was the wind break as his foot crushed her face. Knees buckling she tried to fight back, a quick kick and a jab got her no where but bleeding up against the wall. She slashed with her knife only to have it kicked away and thrown against the wall across the room. She could barely stand as she stumbled her way into her bed room. He stalked her slowly whispering words of regret and misery of a lost loved one, and the disappointment of his father. In the bedroom she dragged herself to Hawk's side of the bed, there she grabbed and pulled at a handle that was hidden in the darkness. Without any strength she could not lift it and that's when his hand met hers. Lifting the handle slowing into the dim light that shined through the window shades he saw it. Hawk's ICE mace.
When the police arrived they found her shaking on her bed. Vomit lay surrounding her head but she was neatly tucked into her bed sheets. The floral pattern sheets were now a soaked through, and laying next to her on Hawk's pillow was a single crismon rose.
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