“ let go of me ! “
everything around her feels like it’s runing at half-speed. all she can see is sara, covered in blood that isn’t hers, fists striking contusions into already-bruised and battered flesh. initially, she hadn’t seen the issue. it only becomes apparent when sara can’t stop. she doesn’t stop. with her mouth half-open, ava watches in slow-building horror as sara continues to hit this man again and again and again—every noise she makes sounding like something out of a beast not even remotely of this world. for a heavy second, ava is rooted to the spot, unable to move. there’s blood and gore everywhere. it’s only the man’s strangled, gurgling cry pulls her from her stupor. she moves.
with every ounce of strength she has, ava throws her arms around sara and attempts to grapple her from behind. she tries to uproot her balance, anything to get her off of the man she isn’t positive is dead but who’s surely, if nothing else, dying.
“sara,” she says her name through gritted teeth, blood and adrenaline roaring through her body. ava feels as possessed as sara looks, which is likely the only thing keeping her standing in the midst of this chaos. “sara, look at me,” she’s still struggling to keep a hold on sara—who, despite it all, is impossibly strong. "sara!“ once again she shouts her name as sara’s thrashing takes them both to the ground. ava’s ready for the impact, but it doesn’t mean it hurts any less. she falls with a grunt of pain, only managing to spring back up quickly because of the rush of energy through her. within seconds, her hands are on sara again, powerful and tense.
"for fuck’s sake, sara, look at me,” her hair and eyes are wild as she tries one last, desperate attempt to get through to sara in whatever unbalanced state she’s in. ava’s breathing hard, chest heaving from their struggle and from the intensity of the situation itself. “stop. you have to stop,” she’s firm, but there’s also an edge to ava’s voice that suggests she’s pleading with her. “sara. sara.”
