<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><br/><em>Lieutenant Rowe, what are you doing? Calm down, you are going to strip the skin off your hands,  I said, calm down, Allia,"</em><br/><br/>As Damian's arms wrapped around her, Allia's pain and anger turned to fear and anger.  "FUUCCKKK...get off me!!"  Her senses already overwhelmed, her fight or flight reflex kicking in as he attempted to calm her down.  She spun and twisted, trying to kick and punch her way out.  The advantage for Allia was that she was small and quick.  The disadvantage was that Damian was much stronger than her and he could lift her up off the ground and support her weight a lot longer than she could fight.<br/><br/>Once the realization that she was at a severe tactical disadvantage sunk in, the pain and anger returned, the realization that everything she'd grown to know and love over the last year was gone.  All of the friends but one, all of the jokes and laughter and soft looks had been destroyed in one painful day, and there as nothing she could do to get it back.  This was the closest to death she'd been in her entire life and the most she'd ever lost.  Her mind was having trouble finding ways to cope.  She went limp in Damian's arms, tears still streaming from her eyes, she began sobbing softly.