I'm winded, yes, but something far worse is pressing through my torso, slicing pain growing slowly through the heat, and my legs turn icy cold as I seem to lose feeling in them. Crumbling beneath me, yet I don’t fall as Eve holds me flat against the wall, not coming out of her fury mist as fast as I am.
I look down, away from the pulsing rage and empty darkness of my sister's twisted face, blank black eyes, and instead, where both her hands are pressed into my body, I see what it is I can feel. A flush of panic and real shock flushes through me, draining my face of color and my voice of any strength.
Her talons embedded into skin and bone just below my rib cage, holding the blood within, from pouring out. Buried deep, so only her hands to her knuckles can be seen, but I can feel the full
