Ashes, Ashes They All Fall Down || Solo ft. Huntress
"Mmm, sometimes. But I think tha—"
The street outside the tower began to rumble and before she could even realize what was happening, Dinah was thrown off of her bike and onto the pavement, her skin tearing against the concrete like sand paper. The sound was unlike anything she’d ever heard before, the sound of metal crunching and screeching, and despite the blood dripping from her body, the injuries she couldn’t yet feel, instinct took over and Dinah got up and ran.
The smoke made it too difficult to see, and it wasn’t long before she was sputtering and coughing, her throat burning and the need for oxygen becoming kind of a desperate thing. The tower. The tower freaking fell. All she could see in her mind was the collapse of one floor after another, dropping like a set of dominoes. She wasn’t even sure where she was right now, but she felt something hard and decided it was best to lean against it, take a breather.
But no matter how deeply she breathed in, it never seemed to be enough. Her phone..she could call—Whoa. The smoke swirled around her and Dinah’s head felt heavy as she attempted to slouch against the rough whatever the heck it was. “Ah!” She hissed through her teeth, the pressure hitting something in her shoulder. In her shoulder. “Shit, shit..” she slowly brought her hand up to her skin, but where she should have felt the warmth and soot, she felt something hard and cold and metal.
Now that she was aware of it, the pain was incapacitating, and Dinah dropped to her knees, her heart speeding in her chest. She was cold, why the heck was she col—-Oh no. No, no, no. Roy didn’t sign those papers! Charlie would go back to the youth center! No, crap! Dinah tried to stand up, but the world flipped upside down once again. She tried to take another breath but—God, it hurt so much.
No, shut up. Her head was killing her and she didn’t want to get up yet.
What the— “Mom?” Her mom was here, too!?
The voice was getting closer, and Dinah tried to open her eyes. Purple? Purple, purple…she liked purple! Purple was a good thing, purple was—-Dinah tried to open her mouth to get purple’s attention, but it was too dry, her throat burning in a way that didn’t bother her so much. She couldn’t hurt anyone like this—that was a good thing, right?
"Dinah!" Huntress. The face came into focus, but then it went out again. It was enough for Dinah to see that Hel looked like crap. She should probably tell her, but sleep sounded like a better option. It wouldn’t be too long, though. Just a nap. Charlie needed someone to make her dinner.