Her small frame seemed to fall limp in the man's arms. Owain, he was called, was rushing to the other side of the market strip to a unlicensed doctor. He was considered a Steam-punk by some, mostly because of the way he saved people.
The man was famous for his medical advances with the technology he created to help save the lives of those who came to him with emergencies. Many of the residents saw him as a saint for risking his life saving people while the Azar was on the lookout for mechanics of any kind. It just so happens that Owain is a good friend of his.
The street was less crowded from what Victoria could hear. She was too tired to open her eyes, too tired to do much of anything except scream or groan in pain. Every tiny movement sent streaks of pain from her shoulder and chest to her head. It got to the point where she couldn't even move her head.
"I'm sorry Tav," she mumbled in her delirious state. Time itself seemed to smooth away into the blackness that filled her vision. Not even sound could reach her. Touch seemed to be the key to keeping her alive. She could feel the man's warm arms around her back and under the nook behind her knees. It took her a while to even notice the change in temperature when she assumed what was a metal examining table cooled her already cooling body. At this point it was hard to even tell what was real and what was her mind.
The darkness in her vision began to plague her brain. Victoria felt trapped inside her own head, watching her parents die, and watching her brother get arrested repeatedly. She watched her parents plead for their lives as old wounds resurfaced from the depths of her mind. Her mother, with slowly graying hair, grabbed for her husbands' arm while he protectively tried to reach her. She watched them strain against the soldiers, being tortured emotionally. The demons were teasing them, telling them that they were never going to see their children again. Saying things like they would take their children and send them to fend for themselves on another planet, or feed them to the dogs.
"Please! Leave the children alone! They know nothing of this!" Her mother pleaded as she groveled, trying to win over their sympathy.
"Marian, it's no use. They've already got their minds set, or at least the Azar does," her father, a man with red hair, seemed to slump to the ground. He knew that the decision has been made, and there was no changing it.
Their heads lifted as the doors opened, and they saw their children standing behind the line of soldiers. Her parents had no clue that their children were watching the whole time. She watched her mother break down, mentally and physically. It wasn't until she saw the revolver pistols that she realized what was happening. Victoria felt her hand intertwine with another small hand. She looked over at her brother with hair that contradicted her fathers' red hair.
The man was famous for his medical advances with the technology he created to help save the lives of those who came to him with emergencies. Many of the residents saw him as a saint for risking his life saving people while the Azar was on the lookout for mechanics of any kind. It just so happens that Owain is a good friend of his.
The street was less crowded from what Victoria could hear. She was too tired to open her eyes, too tired to do much of anything except scream or groan in pain. Every tiny movement sent streaks of pain from her shoulder and chest to her head. It got to the point where she couldn't even move her head.
"I'm sorry Tav," she mumbled in her delirious state. Time itself seemed to smooth away into the blackness that filled her vision. Not even sound could reach her. Touch seemed to be the key to keeping her alive. She could feel the man's warm arms around her back and under the nook behind her knees. It took her a while to even notice the change in temperature when she assumed what was a metal examining table cooled her already cooling body. At this point it was hard to even tell what was real and what was her mind.
The darkness in her vision began to plague her brain. Victoria felt trapped inside her own head, watching her parents die, and watching her brother get arrested repeatedly. She watched her parents plead for their lives as old wounds resurfaced from the depths of her mind. Her mother, with slowly graying hair, grabbed for her husbands' arm while he protectively tried to reach her. She watched them strain against the soldiers, being tortured emotionally. The demons were teasing them, telling them that they were never going to see their children again. Saying things like they would take their children and send them to fend for themselves on another planet, or feed them to the dogs.
"Please! Leave the children alone! They know nothing of this!" Her mother pleaded as she groveled, trying to win over their sympathy.
"Marian, it's no use. They've already got their minds set, or at least the Azar does," her father, a man with red hair, seemed to slump to the ground. He knew that the decision has been made, and there was no changing it.
Their heads lifted as the doors opened, and they saw their children standing behind the line of soldiers. Her parents had no clue that their children were watching the whole time. She watched her mother break down, mentally and physically. It wasn't until she saw the revolver pistols that she realized what was happening. Victoria felt her hand intertwine with another small hand. She looked over at her brother with hair that contradicted her fathers' red hair.
