"AHHHHHHH!!" Beatrice shot up from her bed, screaming as her hands clutched her stomach. Sweat streamed down her forehead, soaking her pillow and the sheets beneath. Her chest rose and fell in frantic bursts, every breath slicing through her throat like glass. Cold tremors raced through her veins, up her arms, down her legs, crawling across her back like electric spiders.
Fear. Raw, suffocating fear. She hadn't felt something that brutal in days no, maybe ever. It was sher quickest death, but the pain it gave was horrendous, burning, rip in two, then crush in rubble all at once was horrific experience.
Her entire body was trembling. The phantom ache of that last strike, that spear tearing through her gut was still there, ghosting in and out of her nerves.
"I… oh god…" she gasped, fingers pressing against her abdomen as if to make sure she was still whole. "I died again… no...what the fuck was that!?"
Her voice cracked halfway through, echoing through the small, dimly lit room.
