Isha's fists clench at her sides as she watches the group of assholes pick through their belongings. Her mom had told her to run and hide and she did, but fear gripped Isha. She didn't want her mom to get hurt. She could help! She came running back as soon as she found the best weapon: a large, metal pole. A man's on top of her mama, trying to pin her down despite the way she fought. The rest are pilfering through their things. So she focuses on the odd one out that's hurting her mother.
What could probably count as a battle cry leaves her in a shout as she closes the distance between them, smashing the pole directly into his back. She'd meant to hit him in the head, but anything is better than nothing. She keeps hitting and screaming, trying desperately to get him off her mama, but in her desperation, she failed to pay attention to the others and one of them grabs her by the wrist before she can hit him again. A yelp escapes her and she tries to yank herself out of their grip. A noise somewhere between a growl, a squeal, and a grunt pushes out of her, frustration quickly flaring.
And then the metal is being ripped from her hands and tossed to the side with a resonating clank before she's picked up by the wrist almost like a cat by the scruff. She kicks and squirms as the person teases and degrades her, not managing to hit them at first but eventually arching enough and landing a kick square in the face. She hits the ground with an oof and then a smirk, but she's quickly brought back to reality when she hears a fight ensuing in front of her. She whines loudly, rushing to her feet as she notices her mama trying to push through the last two.
With her weapon gone, she just rushes in, throwing as many punches as she can, no longer fully thinking through her actions. She’s shoved to the ground roughly, the larger adult pinning her down with a singular hand before the other one collides with her face. They’re laughing now and she can’t hear her mom struggling anymore, but she can hear her heavy, scared breaths.
Isha’s yanked up and it’s almost as if they’re putting on a show and making her watch. One of the others is holding her mama tightly with a knife to her throat, whispering something that Isha can’t hear into her head. Her mama probably can’t hear it either, but, even so, she looks scared. But Isha looks angry. Scared too, but mostly angry. She wants to scream and tell them to let her mama go, but she can’t. So she grunts and growls and struggles instead. The laughing and mocking continues until the knife rips open flesh just to dig deeper and split open her throat.
The colour drains from Isha’s face and she screams until it feels like she’s tearing open her own throat. She kicks and punches and she puts all of her strength into getting to her mama. She bites into the arm holding onto her, skin splitting beneath her teeth before she tears, the man screaming in pain.
