Stupidity made itself known in the face of danger, and a couple of stones barralled towards Belladonna from the darkness.
Anger blazed in her eyes.
She wasn't thinking, she couldn't.
All she could hear were these voices, all she could feel was anger, it was too consuming and the desire for vengeance that ran through her veins wasn't proportionate to the situation.
It was wild.
A scream rang through the night, blood splattered in the air and a body dropped limp from a neighbor's window as a head rolled to the ground.
"Donna," Eli yelled and she turned sharply to him, a moment of sanity seeping back into her head when her eyes met his brown own, but it didn't last long enough.
The power seized her and the anger collided in her mind, making her into something Eli beheld with fear, as memories of Kestra by the river replayed in his mind.
Traumatized.
