Apologies for the epic wait! Had a lot to deal with in reality. 
Lucia had stood there in the shadows for what seemed like a lifetime. Having been rudely torn from her sleep, another nightmare in her head, she had taken a small stroll through the woods. Though it was now technically her home, she still hadn’t explored all of it, and after a while, had come to a halt at the base of the mountains. She had stayed there for a while, staring at the birds and clouds that licked the top of the behemoth, but she was soon ready to leave. However, just as her legs began to turn her back toward the woods, something caught her eye. There was a male slightly higher up the mountain, though not too far from her location. He seemed to be doing some sort of obstacle course.
Figuring he might slip and fall, Lucia had stayed, watching silently and out of sight. She had very little respect for males these days, having had her heart destroyed by her only love, so this was no different. Her mind ached for some chaos, some sort of justice. Even though he wasn’t her precious Snake, she could pretend. She could imagine. If only he would fall or have some sort of injury, it would all be worthwhile.
Unfortunately, he seemed to do none of the things that Lucia had wanted. It appeared as though it was all very easy. There had been moments where he had come across wobbly on his feet perhaps, cold giggles escaping Lucia’s mouth, but nothing had come of it. Now it seemed he had stopped, not too far from where she leant against one of the many large trees. Sliding slightly more into the shadows, her emerald coals stared dangerously. What was he doing? What would she do? …And then the arrows came out.
The first few had clearly missed her, swooping past her and landing somewhere in the twisted trees behind her. Yet, the last one headed straight toward her. Dodging it by mere seconds, it buried itself in the bark of the tree that she had once been comfortably leaning on. Snarling angrily under her breath, Lucia went to confront him, but she paused. He was on the move, stumbling in her general direction.
Stepping backward, he had taken a seat right in front of her. His back facing her, his crimson painted throat clearly visible. Part of her wanted to sneak up behind him and just slit it. Silently, secretly – but she stopped herself. She was certain he hadn’t seen her, so perhaps all her paranoid illusions that the arrow was specifically meant for her was wrong. Either way, she wanted to find out. She needed to put her mind to rest.
Slivering from the shadows, she stood directly behind him. She wanted to place a hand on his shoulder for added effect, but didn’t. Instead she simply parted her mouth and spoke, tone raspy and distorted from her recent binging of cigarettes. She hoped he would be caught off guard, hoped he would be frightened. That would be some sort of justice for her pain… at least for now anyway.
“You should watch it next time! That last one almost hit me in the damn eye! Aren’t you arrow-shooters supposed to be observant? …Bah! What a load of crap!”
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