Despite your best efforts to find anything to anchor you, there was simply nothing within reach. At first, you find yourself sliding down the breadth of the boot... that is until Amelia took another step. The momentum of your slide coupled with the step sent you catapulting into the air, destined to meet your end on the floor below. A violent rush of wind cuts off your air temporarily, and you are sent soaring to about knee height before plummeting back down as quickly as you had been tossed upward. There's no time to brace in any way for the impact, and in your disorientation you are suddenly sent forcefully to the unforgiving floor tile.
You felt a warm trickle by your ear, dizzily looking around. Your head and brain addled, you were seeing double... but as if by some curse your vision cleared up just in time for you to see the bringer of your unfortunate fate. On the same stride, Amelia's other boot was already coming up in step, its owner completely unaware that it was about to descend upon her brother and finish what the first boot in the pair had started. You can see the grime that had collected on the sole of Amelia's boot... each narrow groove and detail as it hovered over you in what felt like slow motion. It came as a swift end to your agony, crumpled in an incapacitated heap at the feet of the gigantic goth.
Had she been aware of it, Amelia probably would have felt at least some remorse. Even someone as cruel and angsty as her wasn't without a conscience. However, the debased truth was that she would never even be aware of the heinous execution she had committed to one of her own blood. Sure, she'd hear the news of her brother's disappearance and speculate for some time... but the reality was too farfetched to ever occur to the girl. Your mouth hangs open in an inaudible scream as the boot connects with your maimed body, crushing it effortlessly into a scarlet paste beneath the comparitively tremendous weight. Amelia walked on, undisturbed, to her first hour class (English) and learned about dramatic irony.
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