Protection ValtielxHeatherThe room was hot, sweat dripped down her back, making her shiver slightly, despite the temperature. Heather closed her eyes lightly for a moment, raising a hand and dragging her wrist across her forehead, the orange sweatband she wore sponging up some of the heat. She let herself stay like that for a moment, eyes closed, giving in to weakness.More Like This
But Heather knew she had to carry on. Her body wracked with the pain those damned nurse-like monsters had caused her. But she couldn't give up, not after what had happened to her kind...
She sniffed softly, blinking away stinging, salty tears. Heather couldn't stop thinking about her father. About what that damned Claudia had done. Heathers mind remained fixated upon that horrible image. Harry Mason sitting, bloody and defeated in his chair. His favourite chair... The chair in which she used to be sat on his lap, letting him read to her one of his books, even though she understood few words.
What Heather would have given to be back there... A chi