Into the fire
Kay Hale was your average 31 year old woman in some things. She loved sketching, listening to music and other normal things. She wasn't average however in other things.
She has been on the run since last year. She was living put of her battered rucksack, motel to motel. She lives with a voice in her head. That voice she has dubbed Fee. She has no idea where that nickname came from but it seemed to fit and the voice didn't mind too much. Little does she realise that voice is in fact her phoenix soul talking to her.
She currently wandering down a quiet street in London. She was wearing ripped jeans, a loose fitting vintage t-shirt and a biker jacket and a loose beanie to mostly cover her flame ombre hair. She was on the run from beings she didnt understand. The only thing she did understand was that they scared the hellout of her and to her stank of sulphur. They were after her and she had no idea how much longer she'd be able to stay clear of them.
"I sense we won't be alone for long Kay" Fee spoke in her mind. Kay grimmaced as the voice gave her headaches. "Shut up" she hissed. She kept walking constantly looking around her.
"There you are!" A menacing voice echoed down the street just Infront of her. She stopped dead in her tracks. "Shit" she cursed and began to run back but another demon stopped her, grabbing her tightly. "Finally!!" The one who grabbed her exclaimed. Kay scrambled in the grip. "GET OFF ME!!" She screamed.