It irritated her to death that he would completely ignore her words and everything she had done for him up to this point. Not a thank you or a kind word was for her. Everything was focused on killing and getting them out of there. She was literally straining herself so much so that she could barely stand. She jumped slightly when she felt his strong hand around her arm, her eyes looked up to meet his, her own sparkling with curiosity and confusion. “Now you’ve noticed.” She said with a soft chuckle, allowing him to lead her to the nearest spot of comfort. She sat down slowly and shook her head slowly. “I’ll be just fine, it’s just a lot for a girl to have to constantly re-open tear after tear, you know?” She said, giving him a faint smile.
She took the cold metal flask from his hands and took a small sip, nodding slowly to his words. “Indeed, we should. The only problem with that is… how?” She looked up at him and rose an eyebrow. “It’s not as if there is a large exit door, we’re stuck in the middle of a war, Mr. DeWitt, one… that I’m quite positive I created.” She looked down at the flask sadly and shook her head slowly. “I am so sorry that I’ve brought you through so many tears, and confused the entire world. B-but… if I hadn’t gone through that last one, we both would be dead… and you were the one who said if you don’t shoot first… well you don’t get to shoot at all.” She looked up at him and pursed her lips into a tight line. Wondering just what his plan was. She knew she didn’t have the strength or the effort to come up with one herself, so she prayed he did. If not, well, they would have to figure it out together, if he even allowed that much.
[Closed RP with vigoraddicted, the other one was too long for my phone.]
He sat down beside her, letting out a sigh and glancing to the ceiling, if they stayed here they’d both die. Booker almost didn’t mind that, though he couldn’t leave Elizabeth, he couldn’t let her drown in a sea of spite from Comstock. His eyes looked her over, feeling his chest ache as if someone had taken claws and ranked them down against his heart. She reminded him so mucxh of Annabelle and he couldn’t place exactly why, “Now you’ve noticed” Those words caused a drum of pain to beat into him, leaning back against some old boxes. Annabelle use to always be angry when he’d ignore her emotions or did something without talking to her. It was a habit he picked up in war and even now it seemed to make things worse, “…It’s alright, we can’t change what happened all we can do is try to make it better,” he murmured, giving her a small smile. “We can come up with something together, maybe you can…open a tear to…Paris? You said that sometimes it seems as though you can control them, right?” Holly green burning now with questions, he put a hand on his watch. The ticking was starting to burn into his head, he swore he was hearing voices but when he listened hard it seemed to be just the faint ticking.
Despite the small smile and the reassuring hand he was giving her, her heart was still stuck in a rut in the cold part of her soul. She shook her head slowly and looked up at him, taking a deep breath and putting her hands in her lap. “It’s… not that simple.” She said softly, playing with the thimble on her pinky mindlessly. “If it was that simple don’t you think I would have done that by now?” She looked up at him sadly and shook her head. “I can hardly control them. If I could, do you think I would have opened one to let Songbird in? Do you think I would have brought us right into the hands of Comstock? They just appear, and I open them… if I find them. Sure, there may be one to Paris around, but it’s not like I know where to find it.”
She shut up then as she felt like she had her tantrum and made her point. She flinched when she heard thunder footsteps above and she looked up at the ceiling then back to Booker as he became more alert of the situation. “Come here.” She said, taking his hand abruptly and pulling him closer to her, she got to her feet and ripped off the bottom of her skirt and reached up to his head. “You’re bleeding like crazy right above your temple.” She said softly, pressing the fabric to his head hard to keep pressure on it and to soak up the blood. “How are we going to get out of here?” She asked him curiously, looking up at him and furrowing her eyebrows nervously.
Listening to her words, feeling a sense of dread wash over his system. Panic, fear, it rotated through his system as if he were in war again but this time it was a lot more personal. This time he felt the weight settled on his heart, breaking it down like glass. The voice returned and this time Booker was able to pin point them as a foot step clacked above them and a small hiss of pain soon followed. Being hunted down now like animals Booker decided this wasn’t the best place to be discussing vacation ideas. Thoughts cutting short when she ordered for him to come to her, the sharp agony of cloth against opened flesh exploded into the depths of the mans body, wrapping him in agony. Lights danced before his vision, the sounds and movements of the others above reminded Booker of rats in a farm house, all fighting to find the mouse that entered their territory. Feeling the blood roar in his ear as the danger shuffled closer with each breath they took. The visible frustration on his face seemed to grow, putting his hand lightly on hers “Open another tear,” he whispered, “but not for us, open it, and when they guards walk through that door they’ll fall in.”
She looked at him and furrowed her eyebrows a bit as he told her to open a tear as a trap. She pursed her lips and looked towards the stair case and back at him. “I suppose I can try.” She said softly, walking slowly to the stair case. She headed up the steps one at a time as she tried to keep her balance and remain calm. She still felt quite light headed, but that wasn’t much she couldn’t handle. She reached out and closed her eyes, letting out a long breath as she tried to focus. She thrust open a tear that was a seemingly endless black abyss. She stared into with horror on her face as she chewed on her bottom lip anxiously. She stepped back and ran back down the stairs, grabbing his arm and bringing him behind a shelf and beneath the stairs. “Now… we just wait.” She muttered, keeping her eyes focused on the edges of the tear, praying it just stayed open long enough for them to get enough of the soldiers out of there way and they could make a run for it.
Eyes following her to and fro, watching in his position as he calculated exactly what could happen, making a mental note to find a place for the two to sleep at some point. Elizabeth looked as if she had been walking for years, following without question when she grabbed him. Making sure she was somewhat behind him as the two awaited for their trap to work, eyes falling closed, concentrating, Metal scraping, movements echoing, sounds of voices growing, the tick of his clock seemed to slow as Booker listened to the world around him in great silence that seemed to split his skull in two. “Over here,” A voice rang, Door scratching against mental as it was hoisted open, guns clicking, a scream that coursed down his spine. Opening his eyes just in time to watch the group of solider plunged to their deaths in a confusing array of fear and desperate scrambling to stop one another from falling in. The view made his stomach feel sick, the last few that hardly missed falling in turned and pelted from the door way. Booker jumped to his feet, “Let’s get out of here,” he murmured, as Booker ran to the closing door, throwing it opened his body went ridged. They were at the parade, the sounds of singing and laughter flowed. All seemed to be completely at peace. “W-What...?” his voice hardly a whisper, the clock around his neck glowed lightly before turning its normal shade of gold.
