Ouroboros Spine the reflection's always mine

they had left her scarcely enough room to move, and no time to explain.  she had thought the crime had been victimless; how were they to know the abandoned territory would be inhabited once again?  tears sprang into her eyes — she had failed in her mission, and she knew not what this would mean for her sister's fate or for her own.

for a split second, she considered fighting back.  death by cop.  she knew they would tear her apart and her flesh sang for it.  blood, pain, at least then her anguish would have a reason.

sorry, she choked, the word barely escaping as she fled for her life.