[ she can't fight, because it's her brother. she shot lincoln to stop him killing bellamy, but when the monster is bellamy, what the hell is she supposed to do? so she runs, because she has to get him away from people first, and she runs slowly to keep him following, because she needs to get him to the medical bay. clarke has done this before, she can do it again. octavia can save her brother. she has to.
except it's hard maintaining a pace between 'out of harms way' and 'keep coming after me', and being bait was so much easier when she could just lie on the ground with a weapon in one hand and her tongue between her teeth to keep her from crying out. it's harder when it's your brother trying to tear out your throat with bare hands, and she abandoned her machete somewhere along the way, anyway. weaponless and desperate, she keeps the twisted form of her brother half running after her, and she almost makes it to medical. almost isn't good for much, but there you go.
almost sees a hand close around her throat, and before she knows it she's fighting for her life while staring into the eyes of the one person she never thought would be capable of actually doing something like this. she should know it isn't real, but this is different. this isn't a nameless faceless monster, this is bellamy. it's only just that she manages to drag his hand off of her, and gasping for air she drives her elbow into his nose and runs. there isn't time for dangling the bait now, she has to get away and fast.
octavia is still crying - from the crushed windpipe, she'll insist, but there you go - when she rounds a corner and slams sharply back into her brother. she doesn't wait long enough to see that he doesn't have the bloodlust, doesn't have the anger, or the vicious growl of the reapers. she doesn't wait long enough to see that this isn't the twisted form of her brother that had been stalking her before, she just swings her fist back with the intention of landing just about as solid a punch to his jaw as she can manage. ]
{ locked to bellamy }
[ she can't fight, because it's her brother. she shot lincoln to stop him killing bellamy, but when the monster is bellamy, what the hell is she supposed to do? so she runs, because she has to get him away from people first, and she runs slowly to keep him following, because she needs to get him to the medical bay. clarke has done this before, she can do it again. octavia can save her brother. she has to.
except it's hard maintaining a pace between 'out of harms way' and 'keep coming after me', and being bait was so much easier when she could just lie on the ground with a weapon in one hand and her tongue between her teeth to keep her from crying out. it's harder when it's your brother trying to tear out your throat with bare hands, and she abandoned her machete somewhere along the way, anyway. weaponless and desperate, she keeps the twisted form of her brother half running after her, and she almost makes it to medical. almost isn't good for much, but there you go.
almost sees a hand close around her throat, and before she knows it she's fighting for her life while staring into the eyes of the one person she never thought would be capable of actually doing something like this. she should know it isn't real, but this is different. this isn't a nameless faceless monster, this is bellamy. it's only just that she manages to drag his hand off of her, and gasping for air she drives her elbow into his nose and runs. there isn't time for dangling the bait now, she has to get away and fast.
octavia is still crying - from the crushed windpipe, she'll insist, but there you go - when she rounds a corner and slams sharply back into her brother. she doesn't wait long enough to see that he doesn't have the bloodlust, doesn't have the anger, or the vicious growl of the reapers. she doesn't wait long enough to see that this isn't the twisted form of her brother that had been stalking her before, she just swings her fist back with the intention of landing just about as solid a punch to his jaw as she can manage. ]