Something inside her just snaps - a sudden sickening thinking it actually was North, and then some dim understanding that it probably wasn't, given the circumstances. It's only vaguely an attempt to save York, but something deeper takes over as she repeatedly pulls the trigger. It was payback. All that anger, all that bitter jealousy, pours out in a rain of stun rounds. She's not even aware of the fact that she's yelling, screaming - raw and primal - until her throat strains the sound into a crackle. The gun clicks as it runs out of ammunition but there's a few moments that she keeps pulling it.
"Fuck ..." It's whispered, she's almost unaware of it. She freezes, dropping the gun and watching the shadows with bated breath. Would North emerge? Or that strange wirey mess that York was becoming? A little voice in the back of her head was screaming at her to run - neither way was going to be pleasant.
But she stayed, leaned forward to peer into the darkness.
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Then she keeps firing because of who it is.
Something inside her just snaps - a sudden sickening thinking it actually was North, and then some dim understanding that it probably wasn't, given the circumstances. It's only vaguely an attempt to save York, but something deeper takes over as she repeatedly pulls the trigger. It was payback. All that anger, all that bitter jealousy, pours out in a rain of stun rounds. She's not even aware of the fact that she's yelling, screaming - raw and primal - until her throat strains the sound into a crackle. The gun clicks as it runs out of ammunition but there's a few moments that she keeps pulling it.
"Fuck ..." It's whispered, she's almost unaware of it. She freezes, dropping the gun and watching the shadows with bated breath. Would North emerge? Or that strange wirey mess that York was becoming? A little voice in the back of her head was screaming at her to run - neither way was going to be pleasant.
But she stayed, leaned forward to peer into the darkness.
"Y-york?"