“You’re a monster” - Jeremy finding Aisling over sb she killed. :)
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she hadn't seen it coming. that's the thing about letting your guard down. do it just for a second and the entire world will know. the worst thing about it was how easily he gained the upper hand in her brief moment of distraction. all she'd had to do was get side-tracked by a crayoned picture of the family all together. that was all. and then suddenly the door was open, and an arm was wrapped around her waist, and she was hoisted up and slammed atop the island with such force that she lost every ounce of air in her lungs.
he'd just taken out a stun gun when primal survival instincts kicked in, and her body prioritized the lack of oxygen below the need to remove the more immediate thread. her fingers caught the edge of his balaclava, and clawed upwards, briefly blinding him. he stumbled backward, just a few seconds spent trying to maintain his anonymity, and she managed to draw in a gulp of air, commanding her startled lungs to resume normal business. still, when she crawled off the island, her legs buckled and she had to grip the edge to correct herself. no advantage gained; except, when he swings down with the handle of the stun gun, she manages to dodge it, swiping a wooden chopping board from the counter and moving between blocks, dodges, and strategic strikes, smacks and swings that delay any true violence.
she's thinking she might be able to waken wyll. maybe joel's still awake. insomnia plagues them all, at times. but then, with a plummeting heart, she hears a small, soft voice, young and confused, calling out alarmingly closeby. " hello? "
the assailant looks smug for a moment. victorious. and as she sends out a pleading prayer that jeremy might go back to bed, it dawns on her that this man isn't here for her nor the portal. he's here for jeremy.
he just has a hand on his holster when she grabs hold of the board and cracks it against his arm, muscles spasming as his grip loosens on the handle. her knee lifts sharply, slamming into his crotch, and he doubles over, a hand lifting to try and... stop her? push? ask for mercy? none of it matters. she has a hand aimed at his chest, palm radiant with light, and then she yanks back, drawing his soul out and into the cradle of her hand. her other hand grasps his shoulder, and as he sinks back with a final exhale, she guides his descent gently, resting him on the tiles with a wince as her breathing begins to resume something close to normalcy.
but then everything freezes the second she hears him. jeremy, a shuddering sob fluttering through the kitchen. she's partly obscured by the island, but he's not a fool. it's obvious what's happened, and his three words condemn her far more than any prison sentence ever could.
" jeremy, baby-- " her voice is a hoarse wheeze, and she coughs, turning to try and block him from seeing the body. " i'm sorry, i-i didn't... love, please don't be scared, go-go find kate, alright? everything's going to be okay, i promise. "
