Too much. It was just too<em>much.</em>Her legs were moving but she couldn't feel them. There had come a point where she stopped feeling the pain, the burning, tightening sensation that was forcing her muscles into the same actions rigor mortis brought along at death. So...did that mean she literally felt like death?<br/><br/>Whatever the case was, Heather just wanted to<em>die.</em>Her chest burned, her throat burned, her sinuses were starting to decide they didn't want to work-- also, they burned; her stomach was turning, her knees were sore...wait, she'd stopped running? When had she stopped running? ....Her legs were Jell-O. The cheap kind, too, the kind that melted after two days in the refrigerator.<br/><br/>Why? Why was she thinking about food at a time like<em>this?!</em>She was about to actually die, not just the superficial feeling that came with real physical exercise. Her friends were about to die, and she was<em>thinking about fucking <strong>food.</strong></em>Way to go. Her last thoughts would be about something so basal and insignifica-- What was<em>that?</em><br/><br/>The blonde's head snapped up to the sound of Seren's voice. Well, that...was his voice, right? It had<em>come</em>from Seren, but that really wasn't him at all. Decorus? Was that demon right? Had they met before? The brief respite led the girl to want to sink to her knees, but after having been drug behind her best friend the whole time, being brought down when he tripped and fell, being drug behind him at his own adrenaline-fueled high, it was starting to come to mind exactly how bad off both of them were. Her pristine uniform slacks were dirty and threatening to tear in certain places, but for the most part,  they had protected her from the bones and sharp edges she had been grinding against every time her knees hit the ground. Her knee, however, was aching horribly, as was her ankle on the other leg. Her knee had twisted and she didn't even know? Her ankle, as well. That was going to swell.<br/><br/>And as much as she wanted to speak, she just couldn't. Her heart pounded in her throat, her chest, beat against her ribs, threatened to break them to escape from the miserable body that housed it. And worst of all, her throat was so dry it almost felt like it was literally cracking.<br/><br/><br/><em>"Really, dear? I'm <strong>so flattered.</strong>"</em>Though inside of him, Marco could<em>feel</em>the woman's smirk pulling across his conscious before the shudder climbed up from its resting point between his legs, up his stomach, and around his shoulders. And then, all at once, the show given to Heather and Seren would have been quite a spectacle: Black mist swirled from out of the man's mouth, coiling around him before the woman grabbed a tight hold around his neck. Her whole form draped on his body, her head just resting in the crook of his shoulder and neck. One arm slipped to grab round his waist, nails feeling for the bottom of his shirt before slipping under, feeling the muscle underneath.<br/><br/>"You work out? You're in<em>much</em>better shape than those two losers. I should let you live...I do always appreciate a man who takes care of his body.... Do you hear something?"  For the moment the modelesque demoness had decided to ignore both his question and Seren's threat. Her attention seemed quite more firmly settled on things more of the erotic nature. "Mmmm...Don't you see what I see...? You guys are so fun...I have the most luscious body to do with as I please, here..." A couple of her fingers began to push down the waistband of his jeans, "I have entertainment from the loud one back there...he's fiery himself...I wonder how long it would take to break him?" Her nail scraped gently along the definition of muscle at Marco's hip. "And as for the fat one...I'm not sure exactly what to do with her...maybe if I starved her for a little while, I could bring her down to a size much more fitting for a pretty doll. See?  Not random at all, darling."<br/><br/>"...We can still hear you,<em>bitch!</em>" Heather had found her voice long enough to retort. being called fat had long ago stopped hurting her, but the way this infernal being went on and on about how she was going to fix her up, how she had plans for each of them...it didn't hurt. It was...infuriating. But what could she do?!  The ache in her body was beginning to wane, at least. The wonders of adrenaline.