Her body trembled violently as she sat there. Amid the chaos of the war torn home. Blood painted pictures on the off white walls, haunting her with each glance she took. Tears streamed uncontrollably down her face, but no sound escaped through her lips. Her breathing was shallow, almost nonexistent. Her lungs burned with each tiny inhale, finding she screamed her voice away.<br/><br/>Outside she heard gunshots, and the intolerable booms of the thunder that stirred havoc in her heart. She wanted it all to leave. She just wanted to forget this night and never look back on it. She just wanted to sleep forever. Just wanting to fall into a dream that took her far away. She closed her eyes, leaning her head against the soaked wall. Waiting for it all to stop, possibly thinking sheâ€™d get her wish.<br/><br/>She heard a shuffling in the house, making itâ€™s way to the room she took refuge in. She opened her eyes, waiting for them. In the back of her mind she hoped it was the monster coming to finish her off. She just wanted to die with her family now. Nothing seemed worth living for anymore anyway. But when she saw a man approach with a gun her heart sank a little.<br/><br/>He made attempts to speak to her, but she didnâ€™t feel like speaking to this man. Putting his gun away in his holster, he scooped her up, and held her close in his arms. He carried her out of the house, stepping over her familyâ€™s bodies carefully. Going back through the house was like reliving a nightmare over and over again. Each time she looked at her family the pain grew worse.<br/><br/>He took her to a black car parked just outside her house among a dozen others. People surrounded her home, acting as if there was still a threat inside. But she knew all the threats inside were gone. Her tiny hand clutched into a fist, as a slight agitation grew over her. The man set her inside the backseat of the car, and shut the door behind her. She laid her head against the glass of the car, smudging it with blood. Her eyes wandered to the clouds in the sky.<br/><br/>Above them all another war was waged, the clashing of thunder and lightning, in an unfair battle. With each deadly hit her eyes lit a fire inside her that burned with hatred, as she remembered the struggle in her own home. She watched the lightning scatter across the sky, reaching its way across the inky night. She closed her eyes and waited for the next.<br/><br/>The clash of a symbol rang through the room snapping Cleo back to reality.  Violins rang out, accompanied by a whole array of different instruments. How long had she been standing there? Her eyes scanned the massive room to see if anything changed, and saw nothing.  She watched people twirl without a care on the ballroom floor, her eyes shooting a disapproving glance toward them all. It made her sick, just watching.<br/><br/>This party was being held in celebration of a victory against the demons, the first one in a long time. But still Cleo could not find a reason to celebrate with them, for they had not killed the one she wanted. She folded her arms, her eyes clouding over with harshness. Everyone was lost in their own frivolous world, and Cleo couldnâ€™t stand it. Which is why most people avoided her at social events, for by this time her mood had turned sour.<br/><br/>She wished she didnâ€™t have to attend things like this, but her mentor always insisted. She could never say no to him, especially after he took her out of her terror that fateful night. Even for a man his age he still had some fight in him, she knew that whenever he scolded her for not attending events. She sighed wishing she could just leave.  She looked to the staircase, wanting desperately to climb them and vanish into her room.<br/><br/>She wondered if anyone would notice if she left, and pondered to herself what may happen. She knew her mentor would be disappointed in her, but he knew how much she hated parties and dressing up. Sheâ€™d much rather be outside, hunting him. Like she usually did.<br/><br/>Inching ever closer to the stairs, her hand soon touched the railing. She looked up biting her lip. Her free hand clutched the silky, dark blue fabric from her dress, lifting it up a little so she wouldnâ€™t trip on it as she made her accent upstairs. Without much hesitation she began, leaving as quickly as her feet would allow her to move in heels. Running away yet again.