Wendy crumbled momentarily as Craig sent volts in her direction. It was unavoidable; the electricity made all her muscles seize at once, and down she went. It took the air out of her for a moment, but she didn’t let herself stay down. In but a few moments, she hauled herself back into a standing position, jaw still tightly clenched, hair now frazzled and on end.
On the whole, being tased (twice) had been far worse, she thought.
The roaring in her ears from being shocked had blocked the dialogue between Kenny and Craig. But Kenny now stood before her, directly in Craig’s path of attack. Curious. Was Kenny defending her? Or was he jut eager to see the woman make her choice? Or was he just drunk and conveniently in the way? Wendy turned back to the woman, gratefully. Now, thanks to Kenny, whatever his reason, she could get back to the important work.
The woman with the gun looked conflicted. The stupid cow was trembling all over, despite the fact that she now held the weapon. Wendy sneered at her. ”So make a choice,” Wendy poked at her wrist in allusion to a watch, “we don’t have all fucking day here.”
The woman pointed the gun at Wendy, the barrel still shaking.
Wendy tsked. ”Bad choice.”
She ducked under the barrel in the next second. Diving forward, she tackled the woman’s legs. The woman fired, but her imbalance made the shot go wild and hit the roof. Wendy went momentarily deaf at the close proximity of the bullet. This didn’t stop her however, from grabbing the woman’s arm, slamming it back against the seat behind them, and disarming her in a matter of seconds. She threw the woman off herself, where the other immediately flinched away, instinctively protecting her own face.
Wendy stood, brushed herself off. “I did give you a chance to save your own skin,” she said, and then her brow wrinkled, “but you tried to cheat. This is about CHOOSING, don’t you understand? You can’t cheat the choice, you bitch; everyone has to make it!”
She bent down, and hauled the woman to her feet again, gun still clenched in one fist and now held dangerously close to the woman’s face. The woman kept looking at it, eyes flitting about nervously.
"Now, I’m going to be uncharacteristically GENEROUS, and give you a second fucking chance," Wendy grabbed the woman’s hands, fitted her finger around the gun’s trigger. She pointed it at the man, who had flattened himself against the rear.
"Please," the man said. He had turned from green to pale yellow, "I…I don’t want to die…please?"
"What do you say?" Wendy looked deep into the shaking woman’s eyes. "Is it gonna be him, or is it gonna be you?" Wendy released the woman’s hands, and took a step back.
Sound exploded in the small train compartment. Then silence.
