Shattered

Who: Skye, OPEN (to the teenagers)
Where: The Chapel
When: Dawn

Skye had nervously crept by one of the empty doors in the hallway, going along with everyone else to the kitchen or the chapel or wherever everyone else ended up. She'd had an exciting couple of months here in the states; between mirror-majiggers and werewolves and ghosts and now this, Skye was reasonably sure that her education had gone slightly beyond what was available in school. But she also knew that there were a lot of people far more versed in the fine arts of understanding whatever the heck was going on. So she was nervous, and the open doors made her more so. There was something about the dark that just scared her right now.

So did the windows, actually. While the snow was flying thick and fast, there were shadows out there. Maybe of other buildings, maybe of trees, but Skye could've sworn some of the things out there were moving not at all like trees move. But she didn't want to voice her concerns out loud because undoubtedly someone would look at her like she was an idiot and ignore her. So what was the point?

Sighing in relief and relaxing a little when they got to the chapel, she waited for Nic and Caleb to check the place out. She really wished she had a hunting rifle right about now, but, Skye supposed, beggers couldn't be choosers and hopefully God wouldn't mind her hanging out in His house out of desperation rather than piety. When it was declared safe, she walked in with the rest.

That shadow thing moved passed the window again, and Skye eyed it suspiciously before she got inside properly. Maybe it was a reflection. It could've been a reflection, right? Yeah. Just a reflection. Or a tree or a swirl of snow. Something. Not a bad thing. Just a something.

It was later, when her nervous pacing urge overcame her nervous sitting urge, that she started wandering around the chapel. Watching the dawn - or whatever the equivalent was in a snowstorm was - start to lighten the clouds and finally make things somewhat more visible outside. And really, it didn't help her see those shadows outside any more clearly, but it made her feel a little safer. Avoiding everyone else because everyone else seemed to have something to do. People to talk too. It was a terrible situation, and Skye felt lonely. Stupid, huh? Like she didn't have anyone to talk too, and she didn't want to interrupt anyone else.

Pacing by a window, she didn't really think about the shadow things that might've been out there. They were in a chapel. It was generally agreed by people more knowledgable than her that it was a Safe Place, with capitals, and so Skye had relaxed her guard. That was a very unfortunate error on her part.

The window shattered inward. For some reason Skye couldn't remember hearing it shatter, but she knew it did because a piece of glass slit across her left cheek. She spun around, her hand to her face, and a trickle of blood oozed between her fingers. The other arm came up, automatically, covering her eyes to keep any other glass from them. When she turned away, though, something sharp like hot daggers dug into her legs, tearing through jeans and puncturing skin. A shriek of pain bubbled up through her mouth when she was jerked backwards, falling foward onto her belly and knocking the wind out of her.

It was dragging her backwards, and she couldn't move. That confused her. She could feel everything, but she couldn't move - or if she could, it was barely. Her hands were contracted into claws, and being scraped over broken glass was leaving bloody handprints behind. Her stomach was being cut, too - her shirt was riding up. And she still couldn't scream. It was like it was caught somewhere in her chest.

She was being dragged up and out - the change of position and the cold warned her of the fact. Skye couldn't even protest or kick. No no NO this isn't fair! The pieces of glass still in the windowsill dug into her gut, splitting skin. It hurt bad. Really bad. And the glass was so cold, too - she could tell that it was cutting really deep. It even finally even forced a wailing scream of pain and terror out of her paralyzed throat. Haha! Nipapa! It's not fair! The glass tore through the skin across her chest and across her throat, but it didn't cut anything vital there. It even split open her chin before Skye was dragged outside, into the cold and into dull, greyish light.

Bleeding out into the snow, Skye screamed again when she felt something bite down on one leg and begin to chew - a scream that was abruptly cut off when a second pair of jaws clamped down on her neck.