- Once More -

[Windra]

It was so alien to see this being in red. So foreign, so bizarre, to see this creature in such high spirits after having lost so much. Her allies, friends, comarades, teammates. People she'd sworn in one way or another to protect her life with, who had awoken inside her a queer sort of humanity that disappeared when she was created. But even so ... that personality was not all her own. It was loose, maniacal, insane. She was on the fringe, mentality teetering on the verge of cracking. To undergo serious thought and plotting, to maintain emotion and actually know and acknowledge what she was doing without being blinded by an insatiable bloodlust ... those had been gifts awarded to her by partnering with S.T.A.R.S. Her servitude to the vigilante corporation was the tendon that kept what little sanity she had on the up-and-up.

But now ...

Scar was lost. Literally and mentally. S.T.A.R.S. was supposed to ... what? She couldn't remember. They weren't here. Rod and Bruno and the others weren't here and were back there lifeless and-

Whatchu talkin' bout, they's be waiting fer ya back at the baaaaaase! We gotsta get home we do we do!

Buuuuuuuuut, whichway?

Indeed. She didn't have a clue where she was. The last vague memory she had was of traveling on foot through the mountains ... jumping on some sort of mechanical beast and helping blow it to smithereens. The wolfything and horsehorse kinda vanished and Pinky took off, and she wandered off on her own without an idea of what to do and where to go.

Funny ...

Wolfything and horsehorse and Pinky. They'd had names, didn't they? And and ... she couldn't remember them. She didn't ... When did they show up? Why. Didn't. Anything make sense?

Scarlet was without her tendon of mental-sanitaryness.

Somewhere in the pit of her gut, she felt as though something were missing and she really didn't know what it was. Only that her stomach was tightening up and it was annoying, competing with a sort of primal hunger. And then .. a scent! Whew, familiarity about it ... !

Roddddddy?

Steel-toed boots thudded heavily on the dirt, snapping twigs, crushing leaves. Coat flared out behind her, claws out at her sides, jowels open in wild anticipation. Olfactory picked out something, something faintly reminescent of ... something! Jowels opened in wild anticipation, emitting a high-pitched, "Yaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

If anybody were to see that crimson bullet blasting between trees, screaming pointlessly at the top of her lungs, they'd label her insane. And indeed, she was getting there.