She jolted upwards following his motion, pulling back
against him with the stiffness of her body. Heart ablaze
within her chest, thundering with adrenaline and fear,
echoing like a maddening drum in her skull. Her breath
was heavy, chest heaving as she panted, eye’s forever
locked on him. The sheer nothingness about him, like
a slate- Blank and clean, vacant of anything remotely
living.
“I will fight you-” She murmured, “-there is nothing you
can say that will gain my obedience. Take me dead,
or not at all.” Her voiced hissed, like iron in a forge, spitting
fury. Within her free hand she cradled an orb of light, dim
at first but glowing brighter with her words, fluid sparks
danced between her fingers. If she need draw blood to
escape, then so be it.
“FREEZE! NYPD!” A voice rang out from up the platform,
snapping her attention to it’s source, the sparks extinguished
immediately. A group of men, officers, guns drawn and pointed
toward them both. “Sir, let her go and put your hands on your
head, now!”
Stupid, she thought. Stupid, foolish, well meaning humans.
They would get themselves killed on her account, when she
could handle this alone. It was safer for them that way.
“No killing.” She whispered, “No killing… And I will come
with you.”
The soldier's eyebrows lowered as he inspected the
foreign light. His eyes then shifted back to hers,
noticing the pronounced resolve within them. It was
clear then, that she meant what she had said. While
capturing her alive was a priority, engaging her further
was a risk. Control wasn't his strong suit. Simultaneously,
his rate of mission failure was close to zero.
His free hand moved slowly behind him, bending to gain
access to one of the holsters on his back. Though as
soon as his hand tightened around the grip of his gun,
the light died before his eyes. He paused, eyes leaving
her hand and moving to her eyes before following them to
where the disruption originated from. With one hand
still gripping the gun and the other loosely around
her arm, he lifted up onto both feet and turned his
body toward the men.
Before he could make another move, the brunet looked
back at the woman, considering her plea. Looking at the men
once again, he nodded, features untwisting but eyes still
remaining unchanged. He released his gun and reached for
something near it. Bringing a small container to his mouth,
he bit down on the pin and rolled the container away from
them, but far enough away from the police.
Unsure of her condition but not wanting to be slowed
down, he released her arm and brought his own arm, the left
one, under hers and around her waist. He pulled her close
in order to carry most of her weight. “Hold on,” he
told her, his voice demanding but not hostile. Then he took off,
running away from the small explosion and out of sight.
They weren't far from the extraction point, but his hold
never loosened.