Doors and walls and corridors leading to gaping maws in reality.
Common sense and physics held no hold here as reality bent in ways unimaginable, yet directed by some malignant force of will.
And in the centre of this maelstrom of matter and ideas there was a figure, clad in a functional dress of silver with a curved scimitar in each hand. A figure of beauty, purity, power and above all, deadly force.
A blade of light slashed from some space where a wall somehow did not exist, only to be effortlessly parried by one of the breathtaking blades the lone warrior held, its source quickly obliterated with one slash from the other.
The wall fell apart revealing her assailant; a vaguely human thing with no head and a hideous mouth-thing adorning its one, grotesquely muscled arm in place of a hand. It's cover blown, the creature howled in rage before charging the young bladewoman, it's jaws gleaming with vicious bloodlust and hunger.
The warrior smirked at the thing's stupidty as she danced around it and quickly sliced off one of its legs, causing it to tumble clumsily to the ground. Suddenly the mouth was facing her, a long serpentine tongue with a bloodshot eye on the end shot towards her like a bullet and wrapping itself around her arm.
The warrior didn't even flinch, merely gripping the tongue in her free hand and pulling the beast into range. The jaws snapped at her arm, trying to rip her apart but instead were rewarded with only a silver blade being shoved through both jaws, pinning them together. The beast gave a muffled howl of pain and fury as its tongue was sliced off and with one final stroke, was killed outright.
The victor took a long breath of relief before turning to leave this foul place.
But there was no way to leave.
Her eyes widened in sudden panic. The world around her was collapsing as the standard laws of reality forced it to either conform or be obliterated, and it chose the latter.
Frantically slashing with her blades, the warrior tore at her prison as it crumbled around her, desperately searching for some way out. Suddenly, it was before her; the cut in the world she made to enter this twisted mockery of a realm. Behind it was her home, her salvation, her reward.
Forcing her way forward, she reached for the rift, only to be suddenly stopped. Looking back, she gasped in horror as the ground merged with the lower half of her right leg, stopping her from moving. Gritting her teeth, she severed the trapped limb without a moments hesitation, hopping forward on her remaining leg.
She fell just short, her hands ceasing to be distinctly separate from the world around her as soon as they hit the ground; she was trapped.
She howled in despair, ripping her right arm off at the elbow with sheer force, reaching towards the rift with the stump left attached to her body as her escape closed and the world failed to hold itself together.
The crack in the world vanished in silence, unnoticed by the sleeping city. A small animal of some sort watched for a minute, awaiting something, then turned and walked away, the soft padding of feet inaudible over the background noise of human society.
Hull, England.
17 July, 2013.
(Just an intro to get people into the feel of the tone. If people could write a character intro for a normal Wednesday ending in the middle of town at around 6:30PM, that would be great.)