Jonah sighed and closed his eyes while resting his head on Arizona's shoulder.
Then suddenly, she was jerked backwards. He was immediately confused and then saw Quinn and Arizona tumble away.
"What the hell?!" he said in stunned horror.
He ran to them and while Arizona stabbed he frantically kicked and tramped down on the other girl.
"GIVE IT..."
stomp
"...UP..."
kick
"...ALREADY!"
stomp
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She scrabbled, tore, raking and ripping with everything she had left in her.
She refused. She refused.
Her arm wasn't working her limbs weren't listening she couldn't see, but she could hate, and she could fear.
Fear that this might be over, fear that she had made her last mistake.
Quinn refused.
She wasn't afraid.
She was going to kill them, get up, kill and kill and kill until she walked out with a smile on her lips—
Arizona was over her, she swiped up with her nails, kicked and screeched and spat, and the blade came down.
Chest.
Quinn snapped at her, bit, kicked again.
Chest.
Stomach. Stomach.
Blood sprayed from her mouth, Quinn jammed her fingers into a cut on Arizona's arm and tried to prise it open, tear her open.
Face.
Stomping joined the stabbing, more stabs, again, again, again.
She wasn't—
This—
She wasn't going—
To—
She couldn't. She couldn't die. These things couldn't kill her.
impossible—
One final shriek, an indignant, furious howl, and she lay still.
She refused. She refused.
Her arm wasn't working her limbs weren't listening she couldn't see, but she could hate, and she could fear.
Fear that this might be over, fear that she had made her last mistake.
Quinn refused.
She wasn't afraid.
She was going to kill them, get up, kill and kill and kill until she walked out with a smile on her lips—
Arizona was over her, she swiped up with her nails, kicked and screeched and spat, and the blade came down.
Chest.
Quinn snapped at her, bit, kicked again.
Chest.
Stomach. Stomach.
Blood sprayed from her mouth, Quinn jammed her fingers into a cut on Arizona's arm and tried to prise it open, tear her open.
Face.
Stomping joined the stabbing, more stabs, again, again, again.
She wasn't—
This—
She wasn't going—
To—
She couldn't. She couldn't die. These things couldn't kill her.
impossible—
One final shriek, an indignant, furious howl, and she lay still.
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Jonah swallowed in between panting breaths. He leaned over with his hands on his knees and his head down, trying to stop feeling sick. He silently urged himself to breathe -- breathe deep.
Jonah forced himself to look up so he could check on Arizona. She wasn't moving, wasn't doing anything.
"Ari," he said hoarsely. "Ari I'm going to get our stuff. We'll find some place and patch up. I'll be right back. I'll be right back. I'll be right back," he said, saying the last phrase in quick succession. He got up and pressed his palms hard into his eyes, then walked to the tree where he'd left his bag. The tree had bullets imbedded in the trunk now. He patted the trunk appreciatively and it made a pleasant THUNK sounds in return.
Jonah reached down for his bag and remembered that there was a chunk of wood stuck in his arm. He wouldn't be able to throw the bags on his arms with that there. He emptied his lung with a deep exhale, grabbed the piece of wood, and yanked it out of his arm with a pained grunt. It bled anew and he knew it was the opposite of what you were supposed to do with that kind of wound, but they would deal with the wounds presently.
He returned to the spot with Arizona and Quinn, quickly throwing his gun, Quinn's gun and the knife thing into Quinn's bag and then slung Quinn and Arizona's bag onto his right arm. He kept only his bag on his injured left arm. He looked at the ground, avoiding Quinn and had a flashback to leaving the hotel in Washington D.C. Did you remember to pack everything? Are you sure you didn't forget something?
He kelt by Arizona, but she seemed unresponsive. Jonah shifted some of the things and positioned Arizona. Soon he was carrying her on his back, trying not to let on how tired he was, hoping they would find a safe place far away. Far from his unsettling anger and the fact that he had helped to hurt someone and take their life. Where would they go? He had no idea.
"You were so brave. You tried so hard. So rest. I'll be here if you need..."
((Jonah Heartgrave continued in Phantasm))
Jonah forced himself to look up so he could check on Arizona. She wasn't moving, wasn't doing anything.
"Ari," he said hoarsely. "Ari I'm going to get our stuff. We'll find some place and patch up. I'll be right back. I'll be right back. I'll be right back," he said, saying the last phrase in quick succession. He got up and pressed his palms hard into his eyes, then walked to the tree where he'd left his bag. The tree had bullets imbedded in the trunk now. He patted the trunk appreciatively and it made a pleasant THUNK sounds in return.
Jonah reached down for his bag and remembered that there was a chunk of wood stuck in his arm. He wouldn't be able to throw the bags on his arms with that there. He emptied his lung with a deep exhale, grabbed the piece of wood, and yanked it out of his arm with a pained grunt. It bled anew and he knew it was the opposite of what you were supposed to do with that kind of wound, but they would deal with the wounds presently.
He returned to the spot with Arizona and Quinn, quickly throwing his gun, Quinn's gun and the knife thing into Quinn's bag and then slung Quinn and Arizona's bag onto his right arm. He kept only his bag on his injured left arm. He looked at the ground, avoiding Quinn and had a flashback to leaving the hotel in Washington D.C. Did you remember to pack everything? Are you sure you didn't forget something?
He kelt by Arizona, but she seemed unresponsive. Jonah shifted some of the things and positioned Arizona. Soon he was carrying her on his back, trying not to let on how tired he was, hoping they would find a safe place far away. Far from his unsettling anger and the fact that he had helped to hurt someone and take their life. Where would they go? He had no idea.
"You were so brave. You tried so hard. So rest. I'll be here if you need..."
((Jonah Heartgrave continued in Phantasm))
Somewhere, outside of her perception, Jonah was moving. He'd comforted her, told her she was fine.
But,
That wasn't true.
They'd won so she should have felt good. She was supposed to be basking in the glow of victory. Instead, she was just staring at what she'd left behind. The details of it, of her, were all disparate.
But,
Once they'd all fit together to make a whole. A whole that she, no they, had destroyed. She had just instigated it. So that meant she'd pulled Jonah down with her. Jonah continued to move around, buzzing just outside of her vision, collecting belongings. Meanwhile, she stayed on top of what had once been. Overwhelmed by the weight of what she had done and the dam bursting. For a while, the noise created by Jonah ceased and she became worried.
But,
He returned.
Properly.
He properly returned to her reality. His voice and presence breaking up the sea of red that had become her consciousness permanently. She felt him pick her up and allowed it. Normally she would have forced him back, would have walked herself off.
But,
She couldn't, or wouldn't. She didn't know. She felt drained. She ached and she hurt. Blood continued to steadily drip from her own body. They'd need to deal with it. But for the time being, she allowed Jonah to carry her. She rested her head in the crook between his shoulder and neck and stared as the woods steadily passed them by. They left behind the destruction, but while it receded into the distance she still saw it. It stuck in her mind. All of it. Every detail. Splayed out in her mind, spilling out across her thoughts.
"I'm sorry..." She whispered.
And then she too was gone.
((Continued))
But,
That wasn't true.
They'd won so she should have felt good. She was supposed to be basking in the glow of victory. Instead, she was just staring at what she'd left behind. The details of it, of her, were all disparate.
But,
Once they'd all fit together to make a whole. A whole that she, no they, had destroyed. She had just instigated it. So that meant she'd pulled Jonah down with her. Jonah continued to move around, buzzing just outside of her vision, collecting belongings. Meanwhile, she stayed on top of what had once been. Overwhelmed by the weight of what she had done and the dam bursting. For a while, the noise created by Jonah ceased and she became worried.
But,
He returned.
Properly.
He properly returned to her reality. His voice and presence breaking up the sea of red that had become her consciousness permanently. She felt him pick her up and allowed it. Normally she would have forced him back, would have walked herself off.
But,
She couldn't, or wouldn't. She didn't know. She felt drained. She ached and she hurt. Blood continued to steadily drip from her own body. They'd need to deal with it. But for the time being, she allowed Jonah to carry her. She rested her head in the crook between his shoulder and neck and stared as the woods steadily passed them by. They left behind the destruction, but while it receded into the distance she still saw it. It stuck in her mind. All of it. Every detail. Splayed out in her mind, spilling out across her thoughts.
"I'm sorry..." She whispered.
And then she too was gone.
((Continued))