You can't save them all

The sun was just breaking over the horizon as En-Trance cornered the last of the men she was chasing and after a brief but physical struggle the man was taken into custody by the Ocean’s Bluff Police Officers. She could see their looks of concern along with a deeper emotion, sorrow. As she made her way back to the crime scene playing the events of the evening in her head.

It had started with a report of a roving gang of thugs terrorizing people in a park and quickly escalated into a full blown turf war between two rival gangs as it moved into the surrounding streets. Unfortunately several small groups of people were trapped in the cross fire forcing En-Trance and members from the OBPD Elite Angel Division to take on the groups one at a time and in small groups as they tried to stop the gunfire. The fight was hard and violent and forced En-Trance to use not only her powers but physical strength to subdue the gang members. The screams of the innocent throughout the fight were unmistakable spurring her and the Angels to fight harder until the fight was over.

En-Trance walked with what felt lead encased legs to the flashing lights of the emergency vehicles and finally came to a stop at one of the areas that had been quickly blocked off by crime scene tape. She felt a hand on her shoulder that made her turn and look into the face of Lt. Jose Hernandez, one of the Angels she worked with. His eyes looked at her with the concern of a comrade who knew what she was feeling as his other hand rubbed along his swollen jaw. He gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze and kept his voice low so that is words would not be heard by others. “We can’t always save them all Trance.” She felt his hand let her go as she lifted the tape and stepped into the roped off area. She walked over to the black zippered bag that held one of the victims from the night’s action. Kneeling down next to the bag, she rested her hands on her thighs as she stared at the black rubberized material of the body bag as Lt. Hernandez’s words echoed in her head,

“You can’t always save them all.”

This image was made for DevDuck01’s art jam “You can’t save everyone…”. As much as we would like to believe heroines aren’t always able to save everyone and I wanted to show the stress and emotional turmoil that a Heroine would face when she wasn’t able to save someone. I hope you will all forgive me for the story, it doesn’t feel as good as the image it goes with but I hope it helps convey the thought I was trying to make.