𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 † s. stilinski [#𝟐]

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A/N: Happy new decade. :)

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["We Still Kill the Old Way" - lostprophets ]

"We are all someone's monster."
- Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

It was something like birth - the sudden loss of peace and the assault of hard, violent reality.

She was running, jelly-legged with a stinging, burning sensation on the pads of her feet. Pain flooded her, pain as a living thing digging in her skin but she was running before she knew the command, before her brain could catch up, knocking into something metal as the cacophony of sound erupted around her and she barreled through something solid. A door. A wall. A barrier splitting open in pieces like the glass tank.

Something solid enough to explode into shards ahead of her as she limped, the floor wet and slick as she slid turning a corner.

The world was a shock of cold and drenched her in something congealing on her skin and in her hair in clumps. Her hair was darker somehow. Dirty blonde ringlets, almost brown, and hanging heavy in waves around her face.

There was a rumbling behind her, the flood of an uneven drum beat as voices shouted and bounced off the walls.

The rooms weren't only icy, but a corroded green that smelled of decay and rusted metal. There wasn't enough air to go around as her breaths became shorter with every inhalation. Panic and desperation made her faster but her feet and hands were on fire and spasms to her legs made her steps unsure and unpredictable as she slipped constantly on the tile.