Post by ¤Amy Grace¤ on Mar 7, 2014 3:15:09 GMT -5
There was a time when Amy had given up hope, she would look at old pictures and hear the same war stories told over and over again about the past. She pushed herself into depression and heavy drinking before Alice had found her she was on a destructive path at the time knowing that nothing she put in her body could kill her so she took pain killers in hand fulls just to numb the pain of being alone. Eventually she found her strength in others... It took a few hits to the head to find it.
New York City
Amy slid across the wall as she walked, the smooth stone against her face cold to the touch of her drunken haze. Just months ago she had a family and now she was alone again. The streets were crowded even at this time of night, the people had no place to go in this packed city. She was a danger to herself and a danger to many others unable to pull herself out of a rut that she had dug. When there was no one to turn to she turned to the things that couldn't kill her because they made her feel good. It had become accustomed to her to drink all day and take to powder at night to keep the edge on, she wasn't treating her body right anymore having skipped dinner for the third day straight.
The cold stone was still soothing against her face as this girl in her jeans and wife beater stumbled down the alley way. Her long blond hair waving to each movement that she made, the blue eyes barely seen through the haze of confusion. How had she gotten here? She collapsed and darkness consumed her. She woke in a warm bed, dry and clean sober as she could get. There was the smell of food in the apartment but she was too weak to investigate having been awake for the fifth day straight until now. Her feet ached, her knees were cramped from the steady walking she had been doing. Even as a mutation she was vulnerable to the same fatigue as anyone else, in her weakened state even her healing factor had given up on her.
Both of her hands had been wrapped in bandages, she looked down at her palms seeing the white bandages were slightly brown on her palms. She slowly sat up feeling her bones crack, it had been days since she had laid down her body was rebelling against her demanding she stay down. The smell of food flooded the room and someone walked in, she couldn't see them due to the haze she was suffering, but they placed the fold out tray in front of her and placed a plate down, she began to focus hearing them say something but couldn't make out the words. After a moment the person said something else and walked away. She slowly took up the fork and knife and dug into the meat, it didn't take her long to abandon her utensils and eat like a ravaged beast. By the time the person had come back in her body had began to regenerate its lost energy and began to heal her wounds.
That's when she saw his face, focused on the worn face of a man she had only known in passing.
"Alex Chambers?" she said quietly, her throat cracked her words, no speech in the last few days she had almost forgotten what it felt like to be human.
New York City
Amy slid across the wall as she walked, the smooth stone against her face cold to the touch of her drunken haze. Just months ago she had a family and now she was alone again. The streets were crowded even at this time of night, the people had no place to go in this packed city. She was a danger to herself and a danger to many others unable to pull herself out of a rut that she had dug. When there was no one to turn to she turned to the things that couldn't kill her because they made her feel good. It had become accustomed to her to drink all day and take to powder at night to keep the edge on, she wasn't treating her body right anymore having skipped dinner for the third day straight.
The cold stone was still soothing against her face as this girl in her jeans and wife beater stumbled down the alley way. Her long blond hair waving to each movement that she made, the blue eyes barely seen through the haze of confusion. How had she gotten here? She collapsed and darkness consumed her. She woke in a warm bed, dry and clean sober as she could get. There was the smell of food in the apartment but she was too weak to investigate having been awake for the fifth day straight until now. Her feet ached, her knees were cramped from the steady walking she had been doing. Even as a mutation she was vulnerable to the same fatigue as anyone else, in her weakened state even her healing factor had given up on her.
Both of her hands had been wrapped in bandages, she looked down at her palms seeing the white bandages were slightly brown on her palms. She slowly sat up feeling her bones crack, it had been days since she had laid down her body was rebelling against her demanding she stay down. The smell of food flooded the room and someone walked in, she couldn't see them due to the haze she was suffering, but they placed the fold out tray in front of her and placed a plate down, she began to focus hearing them say something but couldn't make out the words. After a moment the person said something else and walked away. She slowly took up the fork and knife and dug into the meat, it didn't take her long to abandon her utensils and eat like a ravaged beast. By the time the person had come back in her body had began to regenerate its lost energy and began to heal her wounds.
That's when she saw his face, focused on the worn face of a man she had only known in passing.
"Alex Chambers?" she said quietly, her throat cracked her words, no speech in the last few days she had almost forgotten what it felt like to be human.
