[center][color=a187be][h1] Allison Revel[/h1][/color][img]http://i68.tinypic.com/mhf02b.jpg[/img][/center]

The hands of fate were unrelenting in their cruelty. Allison's feet were ripped from underneath her in a sudden, choking flood. Every inch of her body suddenly pierced with a seemingly impossible chill. Any attempts to scream filled her lungs with water, and any struggle threatened to rip her limbs off into the surge. The ungodly, powerless feeling lasted for a few moments, only stopped by the wall of the lighthouse. The unmistakable crack of bones reached Allison's ears, nearly lost within the rush of water.

The tide passed, leaving Allison's body to slump to the flood-soaked ground. If the rain was still falling, the aberration was not aware of it. Everything felt numbed, her brain focusing what remained of it's energy on trying to breath. She violently coughed up water before choking down the rain-soaked air. Every ragged breath was strained and painful, but she had no other option.

Allison's hands began to robotically probe for injuries, despite her knowing exactly what had broken already. The sharp pain that ripped through her otherwise-numb chest  was a dead giveaway. She needed to get that dealt with quickly. She couldn't go through with her plan with a broken rib.

The plan. Why was she still focused on it? It was pointless now. Allison had no knowledge of the others, but if anyone else got as badly caught in the flood as she had, there was no way they were going to get up any time soon. Of course, Allison had gotten her hopes up, thinking that she'd have a chance to save Angel, and it had resulted in her nearly dying. At least this time it wasn't a direct result of the plan.

Allison's ears filled with the sound of her own painful breathing mixed with the fall of rain. She tuned the noise out again. She need to focus on staying alive, breathing. Her eyes strained to see even the rain in front them, but she kept them searching. She needed help. Yelling wasn't an option, and it likely wouldn't reach anyone anyway. If only she had the strength to move. She just needed to get inside the lighthouse...

There. Allison's eyes fell on two figures. They weren't far, maybe. Only the fully cognizant could afford a luxury such as depth perception. The delirious girl could easily make out an injured Zoe, and what seemed to be Kusari, though there was something odd about the scene. What was Zoe doing? The realization clicked instantly. Zoe was just doing what she does best.

For a moment, Allison considered whether it was better to have murderous tendencies or be entirely useless, but she was able to force herself to focus long enough to know what she had to do. There was no way she was just going to let Kusari be turned into a pile of rot. Whether or not Zoe could kill her wasn't important, all that mattered was that it was happening, and Allison was capable of stopping it. Was she within range? Probably, it seemed like it, maybe. Pain radiated out from Allison's chest. How much worse was Kusari's pain? Allison needed to end it now. There was no doubt that it would throw her into unconsciousness, but maybe that was better than feeling the throbbing pain. Maybe being unconscious would be better than knowing that Angel was as good as dead.

The shard appeared above where Allison's hand carelessly fell upon her leg, a depressing needle of destruction that seemed shamefully unfit for the purpuse it yearned for. It silently flew to it's target.

Everything faded into a deep, unending blackness.

[hider= Memorium - Will]
[color=aba000]"...And what are you? A fucking coward, that's what. You act as if life is stacked unfairly against you, but what have you done to counteract it? Every single problem that comes your way, you break down. Every death destroys you, but you've done nothing to prevent them, and don't fucking tell me you have. You aren't powerless. You never fucking were. You lied to everyone, and look where that got us! How much suffering could have been prevented, huh? When she was surrounded, you could have done something. Don't tell me that girl and her brother are still alive, they're as good as dead. I don't want to hear the stories of how you nearly saved someone from being killed, but it got out of hand. What's the body count? Ten? Fifteen? Oh, do we get to count ourselves as victims of your crimes, too? We're all fucked because of you!"[/color]

[color=a187be]"I-I...I'm sorry..."[/color]

[color=aba000]"No, no you fucking aren't. I'm not the one you should be apologizing to, anyway. This wasn't my project. I wasn't the one who you fucked over, not directly at least... too bad she's not around to put up with your shit anymore. Have a nice life Allison. I hope you and fuckface can live with yourselves."[/color] The door slammed shut, dooming them all to their fates. [/hider]