Sohalia
Sohalia drove the dagger upwards, intending to injure the man enough that he would drop her. If she could distract him long enough, she thought maybe she could run from the alley and find help. What she was not anticipating was the warmth of the blood on her hands and the look on the man's face as he staggered back, her knife buried in his side. She watched in horror as he slumped to his knees, watched as the life faded from his eyes, watched as he slid sideways to the ground in a heap.
Soh turned to the side and vomited. Only when there was nothing left in her stomach and her body had tired of heaving did she look up to find the man's dead eyes staring through her. She felt dizzy. She had to get out of here. She couldn't stay here with the man she'd murdered, not if he was going to keep staring at her.
So she forced herself to turn away from the man's corpse and stumbled from the alley.
Soh turned to the side and vomited. Only when there was nothing left in her stomach and her body had tired of heaving did she look up to find the man's dead eyes staring through her. She felt dizzy. She had to get out of here. She couldn't stay here with the man she'd murdered, not if he was going to keep staring at her.
So she forced herself to turn away from the man's corpse and stumbled from the alley.
