It was an accident. It wasn't her fault. The wrong words, the wrong minds, on the wrong day. She couldn't have known, no one could have. It's not her fault.
Alanna knows all this, but it doesn't keep her from feeling ill, looking at the scene of her destruction.
The threat had been real, at least. That much is clear, looking at the bodies in front of her. But whatever triggered her didn't end at the threat. The men looking to drag them back are gone, but so are her friends, her family, the others who went through the same hell and didn't deserve to be hurt; so are innocents, people unlucky enough to be standing by when she was set off like a bomb.
Alanna is bloodied and crying and all she wants is to set time back. To go back and make it not happen. She'll give up herself for it, if she has to, if she can. Just so long as everything goes back.
It's on her knees, praying and crying and doubled over with the sick heaviness in her stomach, that Saturday will find her.
2 (with some liberties taken)
Alanna knows all this, but it doesn't keep her from feeling ill, looking at the scene of her destruction.
The threat had been real, at least. That much is clear, looking at the bodies in front of her. But whatever triggered her didn't end at the threat. The men looking to drag them back are gone, but so are her friends, her family, the others who went through the same hell and didn't deserve to be hurt; so are innocents, people unlucky enough to be standing by when she was set off like a bomb.
Alanna is bloodied and crying and all she wants is to set time back. To go back and make it not happen. She'll give up herself for it, if she has to, if she can. Just so long as everything goes back.
It's on her knees, praying and crying and doubled over with the sick heaviness in her stomach, that Saturday will find her.