[ what did you do, now they'll never let us go -- but that moment of shuddering horror doesn't last more than a beat because then he's surging towards her and then she's free. free because of him, because of Tate who they're piling on, Tate who's yowling like a trapped beast.
maybe it's silent hill, maybe it's what's happened on the ship. maybe it's just something in her but Heather is running for him before she's even conscious of what she's decided to do. Tate has snapped somebody's neck and there's no time to explain what they're come from, to try and get them to understand, so instead she pulls her knife and slams it into one of his captors. it bites into his neck, sinks to the handle. ]
Tate!
[ she's reaching for him even as she yanks the knife free from the falling man and spatters them both with blood. it's useless; before she can reach him her arms are pulled behind her tight enough that her elbows nearly touch and her knife clatters to the floor, the bright blade spinning and spattering in a slick puddle. between the two of them they might stand a chance but these silent, staring freaks just keep appearing, and Heather screams in rage. ]
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[ what did you do, now they'll never let us go -- but that moment of shuddering horror doesn't last more than a beat because then he's surging towards her and then she's free. free because of him, because of Tate who they're piling on, Tate who's yowling like a trapped beast.
maybe it's silent hill, maybe it's what's happened on the ship. maybe it's just something in her but Heather is running for him before she's even conscious of what she's decided to do. Tate has snapped somebody's neck and there's no time to explain what they're come from, to try and get them to understand, so instead she pulls her knife and slams it into one of his captors. it bites into his neck, sinks to the handle. ]
Tate!
[ she's reaching for him even as she yanks the knife free from the falling man and spatters them both with blood. it's useless; before she can reach him her arms are pulled behind her tight enough that her elbows nearly touch and her knife clatters to the floor, the bright blade spinning and spattering in a slick puddle. between the two of them they might stand a chance but these silent, staring freaks just keep appearing, and Heather screams in rage. ]