Matthias remains mostly unmovable in front of Maxine, waiting, listening closely for the sounds of rushed steps leaving the scene and yet, he never hears it because she isnât leaving. Why isnât she leaving him? And yet, he doesnât have time to think about answers to that question, not when the other woman is in front of him addressing the crowd, making everyone break into to hushed whispers and gasps, others canât stop crying and it makes his own heart beat fast, anxious for her next move that he doesnât see coming before its too late.
She hits him in the stomach first and his instant reaction to that type of pain is to double over, hands flying to that same spot, trying to regain his breathing and his position, however, she doesnât give him the chance to do any of that and before he can stop her, a groan is already leaving his lips, his eyes are watering, and the hands that went from his stomach to his nose are bloody. He can barely comprehend what happened in just a matter of seconds, but all he can taste is blood in his mouth and all he can try to do is try to blink away the almost unbearable amount of pain that comes from the possibility of a badly broken nose.
And then he is being shoved against a wall, he hears the threat and just hopes that Max wonât move. The disgust and pain is evident on his face, not from the blood that doesnât stop dripping from his nose and not from the wound being carved in his chest by the blade that is making him bite his tongue, but from the look on his face, the one that says heâs unwilling to die right now, here, by the hands of some terrorist.Â
Maybe itâs stupidity, even though he doesnât consider himself to be a stupid person, maybe itâs the adrenaline, maybe itâs the feeling that he is running out of time and that he might die at any second, that has him spitting blood in that womanâs face, not just for the sake of it, but to just give him and opening, that one second of surprise that he uses to grab her wrist and twist it, the palm of his other hand grips the blade and he tries to ignore the feeling of it cutting his skin deeply.
They struggle for a bit, before eventually the knife clatters to the ground and Matthias kicks it far away from them. The crowd around them erupts in panic and chaos, that same knife getting lost in all of it, being kicked around by all of those people until Matthias spots it again, pushing her away from him and starting to run in its direction. He needs to grab that knife.
the sounds of bone hitting bone, concrete, and bone again unravel something inside maxine. it feels like a rubber band finally snapping after years of it being wound around two poles. the elastics have gone stiff and white. and as fast as you can blink, it suddenly it splits, ricochets into one another, and withers into a squiggle of nothing. her eyes wildly dart back and forth between matthias and their terroristâwhoâs taken on a role of a macabre circus ringleaderâand thereâs nothing she can do. she wants to tell the woman to stop, to throw herself against the wall, to stop breathing⊠but thereâs nothing. all maxine does is stare in horror, eyes wide at the threat of a knife, and let out a pathetic whimper at the sight of her matthias bloodied and in pain. ⹠@marixsanchez·
âFuck,â Mari exclaims, wiping blood from her eyes as she feels the way the blade is tugged in her hands. She does what she can to pull back on it, but he has a grip directly on the blade and shows no sign of letting go. When it finally does fall from her hand, she doesnât have a chance to pick it up before he sends it sliding across the concrete floor into a sea of people trying to get away. Shit. She scrambles to find the knife first, and when she does, sheâll take a great deal of joy in finishing off this wannabe hero with it.Â
He had watched it all happen from his little safe spot. He had his legs pulled into his chest, anxiety eating away at him as he tried to figure out what to do. If he was one of his favorite superheroes, he would jump into action, block whatever punch or kick that the Brotherhood member sent in the guyâs direction. You know, he would be that amazing superhero that saved the day. But he wasnât like that, not in the least, he was just some regular guy too afraid to do anything. Until now. When the knife was kicked into the crowd, it was Jerome who got it first. He almost dropped it, not wanting something like it in his grip. âY-you looking for this?â He said, eyes falling on Mari. âYou know, itâs not safe to have something like this on you. Fun fact: my dad used to carry around a switchblade when I was younger. But he ended up hurting himself with it because he wasnât careful enough. Funny right!â @marixsanchezâ ( or whoever wants to go next! )
