[center][h1][color=lightcoral]Lilianna Brandt[/color][/h1]
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[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/3R5vYYi.png?2[/img][/center][hr][center][b][color=silver]𝕊𝕦𝕟: 𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟚𝟘, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝕎𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕥𝕠𝕟, 𝔻.ℂ.   / /   ℝ𝕠𝕪𝕒𝕝 ℙ𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖   / /  ~𝟙𝟚𝟘𝟘[/color][/b][hr][/center]
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Lily was curled on the sofa in the room she shared with Sophia, her eyelids fluttering close. She was slowly drifting off to sleep, her mind filled with thoughts of the brother she had no idea what looked like intermixed with the voices that incessantly whispered about death and destruction. A few more seconds and she would have entered her dream world that was always plagued with nightmares and horrors. A few more seconds and she'll see those faceless people again. 

[color=lightcoral][i]Is one of them Sebastian?[/i][/color] she thought in her sleepy daze. 

However, before she could completely sink into unconsciousness, a searing pain on her throat made her sit up, her hand automatically touching where it hurt. Her disoriented mind tried to make sense of things. Did she take on another injury? Whose was it? How bad was it? 

Her hand touched smooth skin. There were no cuts or burns on it and strangely enough, the voices in her head were quiet. There were no whispers of hurting others. Silence. But while her stigma was silent, the outside world erupted in chaos. There were sudden sirens, rumbling sounds and soldiers barging into their room, one of them pulling her to her feet. 

[color=lightcoral][i]What's happening?[/i][/color] She didn't say it out loud. She didn't ask. This was how they were always treated anyway.

The golden haired subnatural blinked the sleepiness out of her eyes as she tried to slowly piece together what was happening. She wasn't hurt. There was no injury to transfer. She was still in the penthouse they had been put up in. 

[i]Hostiles in the city.[/i]

[i]Monster classified as three.[/i]

[i]Evacuate and assault.[/i]

[color=lightcoral][i]What. Is. That?[/i][/color] she thought as she looked towards the window, at what looked like an ice colossus coming closer. She didn't have time to think or to notice the other monstrosities that had come down onto the city when the whole world tilted.

She had no time to react, no time to duck and cover when things began falling on her. A cushion blocked her view while some other heavier stuff fell on her. Again, she had barely time to react when she felt someone pull her. She was sandwiched between something soft and a warm body, strong arms holding her in place. At first it was comfortable but the longer she was held that way, the more she found it difficult to breathe. [color=lightcoral]"Can't... breathe..."[/color] she muttered and took a sigh of relief as soon as she was released.

As soon as she was free, she froze, her entire body becoming rigid as her senses were bombarded. So many injuries. Broken bones, cuts, bruises... blood everywhere. She didn't need to see them. She can feel them all around her, the he shout that came from the Arbiter that shielded her from injury barely registering to her. She wanted to help everyone, she wanted to take all the injuries at once but she needed to calm herself. 

[color=00a99d][i]You can't hold them all by yourself, okay? You need to stay alive.[/i][/color] Ernie's words echoed in her head.

He was right. She needed to prioritize and not haphazardly taking everything without thought of how she'll be able to handle them herself. She zoned in on the worst of the injuries and even before Brent called out to her, she knew the extent of the damage. Penetrating wounds and broken bones. Two people. But who were they that had been injured that badly? 

A feeling of dread came over her even as the black thread materialized on her wrist, it's other end hovering just above her head, waiting for her to direct it to its target. It wasn't the pain that she feared but the violent thoughts that came after it. She came over to the window as fast as she could, sidestepping broken furniture and glass and trying to ignore those with minor injuries. At the corner of her eye, she saw Angelique and felt what was wrong with her even before she heard her say it. The thread above her head floated slightly towards her location but the golden eyed Aberration stopped herself.

[color=lightcoral][i]Sorry, Angelique. I'll get to you soon,[/i][/color] she thought grimly as she stopped just beside Brent. Ernie was there too. She looked down. 

Christmas and Sander.

Her eyes took in the scene below them. The healer was bleeding. If she didn't act fast, he would die. But there were broken railings impaling him. She can't transfer those to herself. She needed someone to remove them first before she can take the injuries. And right now, the best person to do it was the person at his side. And that person had broken bones in his legs and a broken left wrist. It was clear who she needed to heal first. 

[color=lightcoral]"Take those things stabbing him out, Sander,"[/color] she called out in a voice that sounded stronger than what she expected. As the words left her mouth, the end of her thread wrapped itself around Sander's wrist.

The small teenager crumpled to the ground as the blood mage's injuries transferred to her.