eleven ✞ voice
[She really shouldn't keep letting herself get caught out after the sirens. But the time just slipped away from her, tired feet dragged against the pavement for what seemed like hours- it was only when the sirens actually went off that she realized how much time had gone by. She'd gotten home without a scratch, again, and maybe it was just luck that kept getting her home safe. At least, she'd thought that was the case for a while; before tonight, that was. No. It had been someone else caught out at night. Someone she hadn't interacted with- probably one of the locals.
They hadn't even known she was there, and yet the distraction-- she could barely call it that, had been enough for the creature for her to get away. Get home, safe. She doubted the other person had ended up as lucky. And she felt sick to her stomach over it. She hadn't meant to run away; shouldn't she have done something heroic? Tried to help the person instead of running away like a coward? But that's all she was, wasn't she? A coward. She wasn't anything special, despite what her past life had apparently been. Anna was no Angel. Wasn't anything remotely Angel-like; running in the face of danger, hiding from the shadows like a child.
And that prompts her thinking. Other people did it, could bear with the darkness, the monsters that lurked in the shadows, that came crawling out after the sirens. But how? How did they deal with something like that? Even superheroes had to start somewhere, didn't they? They had faith in themselves. ... Faith. Maybe that's what she was low on. It wouldn't be the first time, not that she'd readily admit. But maybe that's what she needed. A visit to the church, a place of solace that she's sure would feel... remotely familiar, safe. Tomorrow she'd go, she'd pray and think and maybe start trying to live up to everything she was supposed to be. Still, Anna was curious.]
Everyone knows about the darkness, the monsters that come out every night. How- How do you deal with that? Knowing that they're out there? [Killing anyone who isn't lucky enough to get away in time. Or kill it first, she supposes.] What if you don't have superpowers or haven't grown up knowing about monsters and stuff. How do you cope with something like this?
They hadn't even known she was there, and yet the distraction-- she could barely call it that, had been enough for the creature for her to get away. Get home, safe. She doubted the other person had ended up as lucky. And she felt sick to her stomach over it. She hadn't meant to run away; shouldn't she have done something heroic? Tried to help the person instead of running away like a coward? But that's all she was, wasn't she? A coward. She wasn't anything special, despite what her past life had apparently been. Anna was no Angel. Wasn't anything remotely Angel-like; running in the face of danger, hiding from the shadows like a child.
And that prompts her thinking. Other people did it, could bear with the darkness, the monsters that lurked in the shadows, that came crawling out after the sirens. But how? How did they deal with something like that? Even superheroes had to start somewhere, didn't they? They had faith in themselves. ... Faith. Maybe that's what she was low on. It wouldn't be the first time, not that she'd readily admit. But maybe that's what she needed. A visit to the church, a place of solace that she's sure would feel... remotely familiar, safe. Tomorrow she'd go, she'd pray and think and maybe start trying to live up to everything she was supposed to be. Still, Anna was curious.]
Everyone knows about the darkness, the monsters that come out every night. How- How do you deal with that? Knowing that they're out there? [Killing anyone who isn't lucky enough to get away in time. Or kill it first, she supposes.] What if you don't have superpowers or haven't grown up knowing about monsters and stuff. How do you cope with something like this?