Justice in Alpine Valley

[Namira]

((Tas continued from In Hindsight, This Was a Terrible Idea))


It was only a few hours after she'd left the town, as she followed the course of the stream aimlessly, that Tas realised that whilst all that commotion had been going on, she'd probably missed an announcement. Had things really lasted that long? It'd felt like it was all over in a flash, at the time, images blurring indistinctly past, but maybe it had been later in the night than Tas had thought, and what with all of the fighting and all of the... yeah.

Tas faltered alongside the little stream. She'd shot that guy. Straight up shot and killed that guy. More than that, right afterwards she'd pulled the trigger on the bitch shouting at her, hit the dude who tried to tackle her - well, had tackled her, really - on the way out. Tas had been uncomfortably aware for quite some time that there was a sticky red stain on the butt of her gun. Even though she'd just been trying to get the guy off of her, she'd hit him pretty damn hard.

She studied the gun again, eye twitching ever so slightly. Tas wasn't normally given to violence, had had a couple of outbursts in the past, but they were more dictated by temper than by wanting to hurt people. Hell, she hadn't wanted to hurt any of them. Two of them had been wanting to get out of there and not really having any other choice, and the other... the first...

Her stomach did a neat little somersault. After all that justification, after convincing herself not to shoot Dylan, a threat, what had she wound up doing anyway? Shooting someone. Fuck. Was Tas just being trigger happy? The way that guy had come out of the darkness, grabbed her gun, eyeballed her - well, she panicked sure, was that really her fault?

Biting down on a knuckle. This wasn't good. None of it was. Tas didn't know if she'd killed the girl - sure as hell hoped not, and it didn't from what she'd seen SEEM like she had. However, the guy she'd shot, he was dead. That meant her name was going out there, soon enough. That would see her go from girl with a gun to dangerous threat; if people didn't already see a Mexican girl with a gun as a threat already. Back home, they sure hadn't trusted her.

"Fuck," Tas muttered again, and opted to keep moving.

Great lot of good it did her to have done the 'right thing' and then have let all those morals fly the coop the second she was in actual trouble. Some crusader for right and good Tas was.

((Tas continued in Let the Dead Bury Their Dead))