Morgan just stared at him and then at her hand. The key of his truck was there as well as her salvation. He gave her everything she needed to get out of Belmont, there was no turning back, but something in the back of her head began to bother her when Lincoln dissapeared in the opposite direction to help whoever was in need of help. She bit her lip and ran a hand thorugh her hair.
There was a time when she wouldn’t have hessitated to help people but after her first and last experience with someone “normal,” she didn’t want to do anything with them, not when she had seen what they did to her kind. They ysed them, say them as nothing more than animals and wanted their powers for their own selfish needs. Mutants were not saints either but they didn’t deserve to be treated like the worst scum of the earth just because they were different.
“Fucking hell,” she cursed and then ran in the same direction to follow him and make sure he didn’t get killed. The sirens and the flashing lights were making her head spin but she still managed to foudn the source of the screams. It seemed like there was a battle going on, guards and mutants were fighting and they were using whatever they had to submit the other.
“Damn it!” She turned around to see a guard coming towards her. “Stop,” she said and the man froze. “Drop your gun to the floor, walk away and go back to your room.” The man quickly left the place and she collided when someone else. “Shit!” She pushed everyone aside, looking for Lincoln when she finally found him helping a guard from the floor who had a bleeding wound on his head. She was going to go to him when she was knocked on the floor, hitting her head in the process.
Lincoln tried not to think too much on what he was doing. Tried not to feel fear that he’d just helped someone escape, that he’d just handed his only weapon over to a woman he barely knew and rushed head first into a room full of battle and unruliness. The guards seemed to be getting things under control. Lincoln wasn’t about to help fight anyone, but there were people on the ground, injured, and that was something he’d have no problem helping with.
He helped a mutant first, helping them sit up from their prone place on the ground, a wound from one of the guard’s batons on their head. He grabbed the closest thing he could find to help staunch the bleeding of the head wound and advised the mutant, “Put pressure on that.” He made his way one by one, trying to help best he could until he finally came upon a guard with a similar wound.
Just as he got the man to his feet, he heard a commotion behind him and turned to see the same woman whose hands he’d shoved his car keys and taser into get knocked to the floor. “Hey!” Lincoln bellowed, moving closer to the guard and putting a hand on his arm. The guard turned on him, like he was going to swing, but stopped when he saw it was another staff employee. “She’s not doing anything, there’s no need for that,” he scolded the man and if it was going to get him in trouble, he was beyond caring at the moment.
He took a cautious step forward, intent on helping her, but more guards were filtering into the room and two grabbed her by either hand, shoving away her taser and his keys. He squared his jaw and wondered how long before someone realized whose they were. He watched her, silently and wondered why she’d missed her opportunity. Wondered what had made her turn back.