Stella watched as the pole shot through her abdomen. She closed her eyes and turned her head to avoid the spatter of blood. The warm, wet drops landed on her eyelids and soaked her eyelashes. She looked down at the pole that was sticking through her. Blood poured out the end of the pipe.
Walking and crawling seemed impossible, but Stella knew she had to leave the shopping center. Concentration proved to be a useful tool and she was able to hover over the crowds;her life-source pouring out on the people.
"I am risen. I am risen, indeed, " she called.
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