[center][color=#40C4FF][h2]Belladonna[/h2][/color][/center]
[center][color=#40C4FF][b]Time:[/b][/color] [color=#CFD8DC] Night
[color=#40C4FF][b]Location:[/b][/color] Roshmi Grand Ball
[color=#40C4FF][b]Mention:[/b][/color] [@princess] - Malachi; [@FunnyGuy] - Umber, [@Tae] - Azriel; [@AliveFalling] - Aklenroth 
[color=#40C4FF][b]Interaction:[/b][/color] [@Tae] - Torvi, [@helo] - Bowyn[/color][/center]
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Belle’s eyes widened as she faced Bowyn. She had gone to speak to him and implore him to leave when Torvi came over. Unexpectedly, she was suddenly picked up by the latter and tossed over her shoulder. If the situation weren’t dire, Belle would have started cracking up; unfortunately, that luxury was not available. Stunned into silence, she watched as she was removed from the premises. She watched as Elle, Rosemary and Morgayne came running over to protect them, their faces wild with concern, fear and pride. Belle said nothing and she heard a voice speaking - the greeter’s. Torvi halted and Belle managed to wiggle free and onto her feet. Out of the corner of her eye as she moved, Belle watched as people were bounced off of an invisible forceful. Oh God, they were trapped…. It was all her fault. The guilt began rising up like an ocean after an earthquake and paralyzed her.

Belle watched with a mixture of confusion and dread; her stomach began churning. This was definitely - Belle stopped mid-thought and her jaw dropped. Gawking, the blood drained from her face. She watched as the frail elf began transforming into a horrible, tall demon. She felt her heart quickly stop, then restart as adrenaline began pulsing  through her veins. The voice… The voice that was screaming ‘hail Aklenroth’, had been the one in her head… [color=#40C4FF]”I think we found our demon,”[/color] Belle whispered to her friends, a vague attempt at humor. [color=#40C4FF]”Torvi, oh my God -[/color] She broke off and watched as a winged female flew into the air. 

Baffled, Belle watched her throw something into the air then strike it immediately. She felt frozen, unable to breathe or move, as a rift opened up and some horrendous, hellish creature climbed out of it. A nearby Dark Elf was its first choice of victims as it turned to face everyone. Its voice was enough to send her skeleton back into the grave. Belle felt tugging on her arm and glanced over to see it was Elle. Belle grabbed her friend’s arms and began racing toward the back to get out of the way. People began clambering to escape the demon at pandemonium began. 

Belle cried out as a large demi-ram barreled her into a nearby post, close to the demon. She cried out as her grip loosened from the others. [color=lightgreen]”Belle!”[/color] she heard Elleta scream but it was no use. The crowd had lost its mind in fear and panic. She ducked into a ball and covered her head and desperately wished for the insanity to end. People were screaming, crying, and all Belle could think of was the assault at the mall. 

Her mind raced:[i][color=gold] she was seventeen, carrying a milkshake and bags in the other hand filled with new clothes and jewelry when the rivalry gang, The Heartless, attacked. Gunshots filled the air, screaming and crying - people shoving one another to get out of the way…[/color][/i]

[color=#40C4FF]”.....No, no, no, I’m here… I’m here.. Here in Avalia… At the ball… 5421. F-f-five things you can see...”[/color] Belle whispered frantically, her eyes swelling with tears. [color=#40C4FF]”Tables.. Tables and chairs… Glasses… Pe- I mean, Elves…”[/color] The footsteps were louder than ever, the guests were frenzied and trying to escape to no avail… [color=#40C4FF]”F-feel. The ground… My hair, my dress… my…”[/color] People were kicking chairs and everything out of their way to escape the demon. The ram who had barreled her over was yelling for his friends or family, she thought but she didn’t know...The demon roaring nearby her….

[i][color=gold]....A middle aged man was gathering his children into a store, when the eldest was struck. Blood began pooling everywhere, their families screamed and cried, now joining the fray of wails and sobs; the teenagers laughing moments earlier, now hysterically screaming as they ducked behind furniture…..[/color][/i]

[color=#40C4FF]”No, no, come on.”[/color] She began shakily focusing on her water and watched as the glasses nearby began to tremble. Her breathing now rapid, Belladonna began focusing harder on the water and watched as it came flying toward her. She formed a shield around herself of it and watched as objects began to repel from it. The creature was nearby her, ready to take her. She couldn’t move and was breathless with fear. Her visions distorted from the fall. Her mind was screaming for her to move, while her body felt paralyzed and numbed from it. 

She glanced around and saw with blurry eyes, a familiar red haired woman running from her and towards the demon with orbs of light in her hands.[color=#40C4FF]”Rosemary, Rosemary-”[/color] Belle began to say as she stood up shakily, trembling uncontrollably. Her knees unbuckled, mildly injured from the brute demi-ram. Bell caught herself and held onto the post and onto her ankles in a half-attempt to sit up. Her ears were ringing and her vision was obscured with stars. [color=#40C4FF]”Rosemary no,”[/color] Her voice was barely above a whisper. The elf began fighting the demon with orbs of light magic while Elleta began pulling Belle further out of harm's way. She could barely notice Morgayne flying towards the demon, summoning vines with thorns and wrapping them around the monstrous feet and hands of the creature. She kept ducking and dodging it, whilst attacking it with plants. Elleta then moved some tables in front of her, then ran off to assist her friend.  Rosemary briefly glanced at her and then light formed in her hands. Belle ran to join them when an invisible field knocked her back onto her feet. Winded and dazed, Belle began trying to move forward again when she realized she was in a light shield formed by one of them. It dawned on her, it was Rosemary’s forcefield.

[color=#40C4FF]”HEY! Let me out!”[/color] Belle yelled frantically, her panic accelerating. Belle began to punch at it, only to grab her hands with pain. Her voice wasn’t heard above the ruckus. Her vision blurred from the pain as she watched a large, clawed hand, reach down and grab at the red haired elf. Elleta began furiously attacking it with light orbs to no avail; Rosemary began fighting desperately and realized her fate. Her last move was to cast Belle invisible. Within seconds, Rosemary was gone and shattered in the  beasts’ mouth., blood pulling everywhere as it dropped her lifeless dying body onto the floor. It landed with a thud. Her invisibility wore off moments later.

Belle’s scream was lost in her throat. She gripped the wall as she watched while the light barrier around her dropped. Her eyes couldn’t stop staring at the lifeless, blurry figure of Rosemary. No, no, no, she wasn’t gone, no, she was alive! This was a mistake - it hadn’t been Rose! The wail formed in her throat but couldn’t escape. The water in nearby glasses began to topple over and spill, as if they were filled with blood. Glasses shattered from the sudden pressure inside of them. Orbs of water formed around her, threatening to engulf anyone who came too close. [color=#40C4FF]”ROSEMARY.”[/color] She hobbled forward, unaware of the pain in her legs. Her heart, momentarily still, was now pumping harder than ever as she raced forward. [color=#40C4FF]”Rosemary hang on, I’m coming -”[/color] 

[color=orange]”No.”[/color] Belle rammed into a tall centaur and was again dropped to the floor. She scowled as she hit her back and was winded again, and this time, she felt a rush of pain in her body. Cursing fluently, she watched as Regulus came to stop her. He offered her hand but she pulled it away and climbed to her feet, disoriented. 

[color=#40C4FF]”What the fuck is your problem!”[/color] Belle wheezed at him as he grabbed her arm and forcefully pulled her away from the scene and behind the same pillar she’d just body slammed into. She couldn’t notice his grief-stricken expression, nor how Morgayne was pulling Rosemary's body out of the way as she healed it with her hands lit up. All she felt and saw was rage and red. 

[color=orange]”Get away from the ballroom, Belle. Get out and run. Don’t stop running. Find the others and move.”[/color] He paused as she glanced around, searching for someone. [color=orange]”Don’t waste this chance, Bell.”[/color] He turned and suddenly spirited away at full speed. Belle stared around and watched as small drops of red filed her vision. She touched the back of her head which felt wet. Belle then drew her hand away and saw it was covered in blood. She glanced around for a familiar face, but there weren't any…

[color=#40C4FF]”Torvi, Bowyn,”[/color] she whispered and glanced around. Flashes of the dead citizens in the mall hung in the back of her mind. Had she been any better than these villains in the past? The destruction in the mall mirrored some of her projects, as she had called them. No, and her stupid proclamation had only wasted precious time for her friends to escape. [color=tan][i]Do better, be better…[/i][/color] She had failed there, hadn’t she?

Belle began to stumble around, looking for an exit or an ally. She felt lost and frozen inside. Her vision was still recovering, and she felt disoriented. [color=#40C4FF]”I’m so sorry…”[/color] Without meaning to and losing her balance, she bumped into a tall blond elf. Thinking it was Elleta, she perked up; then noticed it was male. Her mind registered who he was as her body fought to form words. It was as if she had been dropped into the ocean with a boulder strapped to her chest. Her heart felt heavy and lifeless, and it was reflected into her eyes. [color=skyblue]Hagmer…[/color] She stared at him with tears in her eyes and blood dripping all over her body and dress. [color=#40C4FF]”I want to go home…”[/color] Her voice broke and the tears began streaming down her face silently. [/color]