<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/0dcc15c4a9e5626f9beea133eed6fea7/21fe0dff4e08e6f4-e6/s400x600/c843c8d1b101ba2a6b26c381437e380b85008a9e.pnj)</div><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Delilah Weaver<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Black leggings, white t-shirt, with a blue plaid flannel overtop. Combat boots - always.<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>In the alley, freaking out<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Wee hours of the morning - still dark out.<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Confusion, panic, violence<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Ksenia<br/><hr/><br/>The strength of the man, the way he creened towards her neck, the copper smell of his breath, and the distinct bright fights hanging past his lips all added up to show that this wasn’t a normal alley fight. Violence was rarer in this part of town, but not unheard of. But a man looking like this? It was like something of a fairytale. Delilah almost thought she was dreaming, but the heavy crushing weight of his strength was enough to remind her that this was very real. No amount of defensive training could have prepared her for this.<br/><br/>Delilah’s arms shook, her muscles trembling trying to keep this man up and off of her. And just as she was about to give in, her muscles no longer able to help her, the man’s head was yanked back, neck exposed, and a glowing knife plunged into his neck. Blood spurted from the wound, skin sizzling from the contact of the knife, the smell of burning bloody flesh filling her nose. The blood sprayed from his neck and mouth, covering Delilah in droplets all over her front. However, she couldn’t seem to turn away, staring wide-eyed as the man thrashed and bucked in the other woman’s grasp before turning to ash right in front of her own eyes.<br/><br/>All Delilah could do at first was stare at this woman, chest heaving from the blow, still trying to catch her breath and figure out what the hell was going on. It wasn’t rare to render Delilah speechless as she was a bit on the quiet side, but she didn’t know what to say, let alone what to do.<br/><br/>It took her brain several long seconds to catch up to what the fuck this woman was saying to her, the nudge of her fingers against her wrist partially snapping her out of the shock. She looked down at the pile of ash, half of which was on her, then back to the woman, before nodding and taking her other hand, allowing her to pull her to her feet. Delilah was clumsy for a step or two once upright, but quickly regained her balance and blew out a shaky breath.<br/><br/><strong>“That was not a normal man,”</strong>she stated, looking down at the pile of ash again, gesturing to it, panic starting to set in. It was then she remembered the knife, and gestured to it in the stranger's hand, as well as the tattoos that inked along her skin.<strong>“Why did your knife glow like that? And what’s with the tattoos? Are you in some sort of gang?”</strong>The questions rolled off her tongue so quickly, breathing rate increased, heart beat hammering.<br/><br/>Then the panic attack began. Delilah lost the ability to control her breath, reaching out desperately with one hand to grab onto the woman, feeling as though she was about to crumble into non-existence if she didn’t hold herself up right. With the other hand, she clutched her chest, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks.<strong>“What is happening?”</strong>she asked breathlessly between attempts at breathing, needing answers to what she had just experienced.