She was (a Fictional Moment 13)

Yeah, she opened her eyes.  And saw a long scream hurtling down on a path, careening headlong for her.  It was a locomotive breath, that scream.  Churning and burning and all pulsing pounding filled with raging staccato.  It nearly ran Bloom’n over, and could’ve.  If she had let it.  But she didn’t.  Bloom’n stood up to that locomotive scream instead.  With eyes wide open, she stood up.  And she listened.

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