<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><u><span style="font-size: 15px">Sienna Wood - Rogue - Ravenbane Pack Territory Boarder to Pack Cells</span></u></span></span><br/><br/>Glass shattered and wood splintered as Sienna threw herself through a two story high, poorly boarded up window. It felt like she was moving in slow motion as she heard multiple people behind shouting at one another and running down the stairs. The broken glass sliced her up whilst jagged chips of wood battered and stuck to her as she went flying. Somehow she picked up on the distinct click of a guns safety being removed in all the chaos, her amber eyes snapping to the barrel pointed straight at her.<i>Fuck!</i>Instinctively she brought her legs up to her chest and used her arms to shield her head. Except gravity had other ideas as everything seemed to snap back into motion once again. The gun went off with and ear splitting bang, the bullet grazing her hip just as she took a nose dive into a porch railing.<br/><br/>Her side exploded with pain as the rotting railing buckled beneath the sudden impact, jarring and flipping her over into some dead bushes beneath. She sucked in air as pain radiated her body, rolling over into the dirt before shakily pushing herself to her knees. Multiple foot falls alerted her to the arrival of the others. Instinct kicked in violently as her body screamed RUN! Without thinking she took off in the direction of some trees, with wolves snapping at her heels. Heart thundering in her chest she pushed herself to go faster, knowing that if she slowed for even an instance they'd catch her. The problem was she had no idea where she was or where to run to. The world berated her new senses with sounds, scents, and sights of the forest she knew weren't physically possible, freaking her out. Yet the voice inside her head kept her concentrated at the task in hand.<i>DUCK! </i>She didn't even question it and ducked just as a wolf flew overhead of her, forcing her to tuck and roll before she took off again.<br/><br/><i>Side! Brace!</i>Sienna braced herself as another wolf slammed into her side, sending them both crashing into the ground, sharp canines a breath away from her throat. They finally rolled to a stop. Panting heavily, she yanked the screwdriver she had stolen from the soft underside of the wolfs jaw spraying her in blood. She waited for a brief moment before kicking the dead canine off her into his comrades open maws as they went to pounce, sending them both sprawling. She took that opportunity to begin running once more.<br/><br/>Somehow, at some point she managed to lose them by unknowingly running into another packs territory, but she refused to stop running. However, her body just couldn't continue, no matter what her instinct said and her adrenaline muffled. Eventually she tripped over a log and went toppling down a small hill, coming to a halt by a small river. Her entire being shook, body covered in cuts, bruises, scratches, dirt and blood, some her own, some her enemies. Her bare feet were blistered and bleeding, jagged glass and bits of wood sticking out of her. As she lay there trying to get back onto her feet, she cried out, sure that a couple ribs were broken, but was at least grateful her head wound had stopped dripping into her eye. She dragged herself over to the water and hissed as she dipped her hand into the cool water. The adrenaline was wearing off quick and her body increasingly refused to cooperate.<br/><br/>A spine chilling howl was heard in the distance, sending a spike of fear through her.<br/><br/>But when she tried to get up again she was met with a wall of pain that made little spots appear in her vision.<i>No, no, no, no, no, NO!</i>She grit her teeth in increasing frustration, tears springing up just as she buckled back to the ground. At some point she blacked out just as the howls got closer.<br/><br/>"...did a fucking Rogue..."<br/><br/>"...grab her and..."<br/><br/>"...not dead..."<br/><br/>"...alert... and check..."<br/><br/>She kept flowing in and out of consciousness thinking she'd probably been caught by Seth and his guys, yet she couldn't tell who was talking or what was happening. At some point she felt the rumble of a car beneath her before blacking out again. Then the next thing she knew she was being carried, trying to talk but finding she couldn't.<br/><br/>She heard the rattle of chains, eyes snapping open only to have light burn her eyes. It took her a few seconds to adjust as she felt something wrapped around her wrist. "NO!" She snarled, wolf coming to the fore front as her eyes flashed gold. Fear gave her a slight burst of energy as she sat up yanking at the manacles around her wrist. "Let me go you damn monsters! You can't do this!" She screamed and growled, thrashing in her restraints, making the thick chains groan a little before all the energy left her. "Please..." She huffed, a tear escaping her. "Just let me go," she pleaded, flopping back against the bench they had placed her on.<br/><br/>As she sat there she didn't recognise her surroundings, realising then that this wasn't Seth's basement as she watched the people swap shift, but somewhere far fancier. Some kind of facility maybe? It certainly wasn't a police station, after all what police station chained injured people up like in medieval times. It certainly wasn't a hospital. So what did these people want with her if they clearly didn't bring her back to help her. Everything hurt as she looked down at her dire state, wincing a little as she began the agonising process of pulling splinters and shards of glass from her arms and legs, feeling like passing out again as she waited for whatever was to come next. She was going to keep fighting for as long as her body would allow.