Date: 2009-10-28 05:45 am (UTC)
She was already standing, on shaky, unsure footing, nearly stumbling out of the coffin and onto the cool grass. Electricity crackled around her fingers, and her vision was blurry even though her mind felt sharp--painfully sharp.

Her eyes watered, and she blinked up at his moving--or no, he was standing still--form, hearing his words slosh around her adjusting ear drums, his smirk adding fire to her anger.

Her face contorted, and she reached her hands out again, speechless but for a hoarse scream as she unleashed on him again.
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