council ix | video [forward dated just a bit till evening sometime]
[The fog is thick on ground, and the video is off kilter, just an angled shot up.
It’s clenched tightly in her hand, and it’s just her skirts in view - and would you look at that? There’s a fine patterns of roses threaded into the material - before there’s a pained short gasp. The device falls to the ground, looking up, and her hand against her skirts comes into view, and the blood that curls around her wrist, tracing along her palm like a fortune teller reading lines, sliding down long fingers to well and - drip - driiip - driiiiip - into a little pool on the ground. There’s no screaming, just the same pained little sounds before whatever it is that has her bent back like that - romantic almost, lovers maybe with the way his arms are locked around her waist, and the way she looks all tussled - is done. There’s a sickening squelch, and then Elizabeth screams, cutting straight through the still night air, till it just stops as suddenly.
And she drops. Like a broken doll, limbs twisted and hair spread out on what seems to be a street in the Venetian District. The front of her dress is stained with blood, all dark red on fair skin. Only it still hasn’t left her be. Then her body begins to jerk, and there is more blood again, splattering against the camera as she chokes it up, pooling underneath her steadily, running down her neck.]
P... Please… [Her heads tilts up sharply, sucking deep breaths for a moment, and blood gurgles up, bubbling at her lips. Then she sinks back, her head turning to the side as she keeps taking laboured breaths, and each one of them sounds painful. Trying to talk through the blood; aware even as she dies that she turned it on to call for help.] … d-didn't see... kill... it.
[ and then, she’s gone, the light faded from her eyes in the time it takes to blink and she goes completely limp. Off screen is the sound of something running away.]