She felt as the cold metal pierced her clothes and entered her skin. Blood trickled down her chest as the sword pushed on, seemingly unstoppable.
By the time her scream of pain echoed in the room, the sword already passed her layers of pectoral muscle and broke her rib.
The cold metal cut its way inside her. In that moment, genuine fear gripped Vicky's soul, something she never experienced before. In her mind, she was already dead.
The sword continued to move past her rib until it entered her left lung. The pain was indescribable. She screamed so loudly her throat began to ache.
Tears ran down her face as she felt her meeting with death approaching. As the sword neared her heart, internal change occurred.
Like a glass shattering, she felt a well of power within her soul. This power had nothing to do with her Evolved status. This was her human heritage. Her will, her strength, the source of her defiance towards mother nature's constant attempts on her life. A power like no other.
