Dancing, Berry loves dancing, always has. She holds her best friend in her arms, both of them laughing and moving in sync. Her hands are soft, her lips familiar, her black hair swishing about her ears. There are others pressed around them, grinding, sweating, twirling, lost in the music. The lights are so bright but you can't make out a face in the changing colors. Who needs a face? She is spinning.
Her dance partner's hair looks purple when the light changes, and flows long over its shoulders. There are so many eyes gazing at Berry so adoringly, and she does not recognize any of them. Their song comes on and they both shriek in delight. It twirls Berry, and when Berry's eyes land on her dance partner again she sees a yellow raincoat and a scarred and smiling face. The hands are rough and strong, and his eyes are an incredible blue. He is the wind, white clouds in sunlight, swinging her like a kite.
Berry laughs and screams, the music melts to cries of terror, the dancers drenched in sweat are now slick with blood. Her heart hammers in her throat and she is spinning spinning spinning. His face falls to the floor and laughs, and she is ripped from his hands into the writhing mass of bodies.
Berry wakes with a start, heart hammering in her ears and vision blurred. She shoves herself to a sitting position and immediately regrets it as pain shoots through her skull. On its heels comes the searing hot pain of a broken ankle, and an ache makes itself known in every muscle of her body. She gingerly lays back down in the tall grass she landed in.
Wait, grass? Where -?
There looks to be a path of broken and bent grasses leading to where she is, with spots of blood clinging to a few fronds. She wracks her brain for a memory, for context, for something that can explain where she is, but there's just a nauseating blur of music and color. She can't think. Concussion. Pain.
She turns her head and sees a somewhat familiar knife in the brush a few feet from her. She frowns, confused. Raincoat had a knife, right? Jack? Jack's knife. Why was she in a field with Jack's knife? Is that how she got here? Then where was he?
She groans as her head throbs again. "Just like college.."
She takes the knife and carefully pushes herself upright, then to her feet. Nothing familiar around. No signs of civilization. She picks a direction and starts limping.
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