Mandy was a strange student.
Not that Elliott-Blair was one to talk, but she was a different kind of strange. Immature, what with the way she followed older students around like they were the descendants of Greek gods. As if they weren't cut from the same cloth as everyone else.
It seemed fitting that she wore a cute panda onesie. A loose, baggy onesie that would likely impede her movement, causing her to slip and fall as she scrambled away from his lighting bolt.
Elliott-Blair took a prodding swing at Mandy, but she backpedaled away from him in time for him to miss. Seeing her hit a wall of tires in his peripheral vision, he pivoted to face her, swinging his arm in front of him so that the stun baton would reach her. She grabbed the cane when it was a few inches from her neck, just above the electrical part.
Elliott-Blair made a surprised noise as she pushed the stun baton away from her. He pushed back, trying his hardest to close the distance between the blinding electrical sparks and her throat.
The sounds of gunfire and shattered glass emitted in the background. Once, twice, then cacophony of bullets and someone yelling. Gabriela. This was working.
But Mandy was a wildcard, and her grip was stronger than his. He had to deal with her before she caused another distraction for Gabriela. One that...
"Let go!" Elliott-Blair growled, twisting the cane around in hopes of throwing Mandy off balance.
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"No, you!"
It felt like a totally second grade retort, but Mandy didn't really have room to be worrying about that just now. Her focus was on her hands, on the crackling prod, on the tires shifting and wobbling at her back, and on the way her palms were getting all sweaty and making everything slick and slippery and hard to keep her grasp on.
She was at least a match for Elliott-Blair in terms of sheer strength, but he had positioning, and momentum, and the advantage of not being on the business end of the weapon. He twisted it, and Mandy hung on like she was riding one of those mechanical bulls she'd seen on videos online. She managed to not get zapped, but barely; it was hard because Elliott-Blair could push with his weight behind it, could wrench and turn, and all Mandy could do was try to direct it away from herself or hold it back.
This wasn't working. The incessant rattle of gunfire further down the boat told her that there was still a lot to worry about. She didn't even want to think about Seo-yun getting cut down now, with success so close at hand. That Mandy herself would be next in the line of fire was barely even a consideration. They'd almost done it. They couldn't let it fall apart. She just needed to help close it out, whatever the cost.
Mandy's breath was fast again, but after a particularly strong tug, she realized what she was doing wrong. She was playing Elliott-Blair's game entirely, wearing herself out and wasting time with no hope of changing the situation. As long as she kept that up, he was winning even if he didn't make any progress.
So, with wide eyes and a slight tremble shaking her entire body, Mandy jerked the prod to the side, over her shoulder and against the stack of tires, and then stepped in closer, past the tip, sliding her hands along and closer to Elliott-Blair's. Then, not sparing a second more thought, she kicked out at where she hoped the boy's shins would be, before stomping down, hard, again and again, searching for toes.
It felt like a totally second grade retort, but Mandy didn't really have room to be worrying about that just now. Her focus was on her hands, on the crackling prod, on the tires shifting and wobbling at her back, and on the way her palms were getting all sweaty and making everything slick and slippery and hard to keep her grasp on.
She was at least a match for Elliott-Blair in terms of sheer strength, but he had positioning, and momentum, and the advantage of not being on the business end of the weapon. He twisted it, and Mandy hung on like she was riding one of those mechanical bulls she'd seen on videos online. She managed to not get zapped, but barely; it was hard because Elliott-Blair could push with his weight behind it, could wrench and turn, and all Mandy could do was try to direct it away from herself or hold it back.
This wasn't working. The incessant rattle of gunfire further down the boat told her that there was still a lot to worry about. She didn't even want to think about Seo-yun getting cut down now, with success so close at hand. That Mandy herself would be next in the line of fire was barely even a consideration. They'd almost done it. They couldn't let it fall apart. She just needed to help close it out, whatever the cost.
Mandy's breath was fast again, but after a particularly strong tug, she realized what she was doing wrong. She was playing Elliott-Blair's game entirely, wearing herself out and wasting time with no hope of changing the situation. As long as she kept that up, he was winning even if he didn't make any progress.
So, with wide eyes and a slight tremble shaking her entire body, Mandy jerked the prod to the side, over her shoulder and against the stack of tires, and then stepped in closer, past the tip, sliding her hands along and closer to Elliott-Blair's. Then, not sparing a second more thought, she kicked out at where she hoped the boy's shins would be, before stomping down, hard, again and again, searching for toes.
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Mandy made a fittingly childish retort at Elliott-Blair, but as he twist and turned the stun baton around, he made no progress in either electrocuting her nor wrenching it out of her grasp. So too on her end, as she was unable to fulfill her goal of either taking the cane from him or pushing it away from her.
It was a stalemate, he belatedly realized, one that worked in his favor. She may have the advantage of strength, but he had the advantage of position. As long as he kept her occupied, then Gabriela could focus all of her attention on Seo-yun.
Elliott-Blair gave the baton a hard tug. But a stalemate wasn't good enough for him. He didn't know how long Mandy could keep this up. Lord knows he couldn't.
The tires behind Mandy shifted, looking as though they were ready to collapse down on top of her. Hopefully this was a signal that the fight was coming to a end. It was a relief, as he was beginning to lose strength on his grip. Not a second after that thought, Mandy redirected the prod to go over her shoulder as she stepped closer, hands sliding away from the electrified tip.
"Wh—" was the half-formed question on Elliott-Blair's lips as he leaned away from Mandy, feeling a rush of air passed his shins. Not a moment later he felt something slam into his right foot. She was trying to stomp on him. Rather ineffectually, as it was her tattered Uggs against his practical boots. But it hurt, and he made a noise somewhere between a hiss and a yelp.
It was a stalemate, he belatedly realized, one that worked in his favor. She may have the advantage of strength, but he had the advantage of position. As long as he kept her occupied, then Gabriela could focus all of her attention on Seo-yun.
Elliott-Blair gave the baton a hard tug. But a stalemate wasn't good enough for him. He didn't know how long Mandy could keep this up. Lord knows he couldn't.
The tires behind Mandy shifted, looking as though they were ready to collapse down on top of her. Hopefully this was a signal that the fight was coming to a end. It was a relief, as he was beginning to lose strength on his grip. Not a second after that thought, Mandy redirected the prod to go over her shoulder as she stepped closer, hands sliding away from the electrified tip.
"Wh—" was the half-formed question on Elliott-Blair's lips as he leaned away from Mandy, feeling a rush of air passed his shins. Not a moment later he felt something slam into his right foot. She was trying to stomp on him. Rather ineffectually, as it was her tattered Uggs against his practical boots. But it hurt, and he made a noise somewhere between a hiss and a yelp.
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Seo-yun racked the shotgun, ejected the spent shell, and took aim at her target, only for her blood to run cold. Everything seemed to slow down as she stared down the barrel of Gabriela's gun. The thought blasted through her head, a scream of THIS IS IT punctuating what was about to be the end of the road.
There wasn't enough time to get out of the way of the bullets. She tried to turn and dive back into cover, but she there was a wet, hard impact in her arm, jerking it forward and twisting her shoulder. She felt something snap inside it, like rubber band under pressure, and her fingers gave way around the shotgun. She watched it tumble out of her hand, only to feel another impact hit the edge of her back, ripping a chunk out of her side.
Then time came back, faster than before. New pain rocketed through her body, sending her to the ground. The shotgun tumbled and landed an arm's reach away. She tried to bring herself to move, to get up, but all she could feel was pain, and all she could do was clutch her arm and writhe in agony.
A hail of bullets whipped through the air near her, each one punctuated by another crack of thunder, and heralding a fresh sting in her ailing body. She watched her own blood pool underneath her clothing, oozing out of her wounds at an ever worsening pace.
Death had come knocking, but she wasn't going to answer the door. Feebly, she reached out for the shotgun with bloody fingers.
There wasn't enough time to get out of the way of the bullets. She tried to turn and dive back into cover, but she there was a wet, hard impact in her arm, jerking it forward and twisting her shoulder. She felt something snap inside it, like rubber band under pressure, and her fingers gave way around the shotgun. She watched it tumble out of her hand, only to feel another impact hit the edge of her back, ripping a chunk out of her side.
Then time came back, faster than before. New pain rocketed through her body, sending her to the ground. The shotgun tumbled and landed an arm's reach away. She tried to bring herself to move, to get up, but all she could feel was pain, and all she could do was clutch her arm and writhe in agony.
A hail of bullets whipped through the air near her, each one punctuated by another crack of thunder, and heralding a fresh sting in her ailing body. She watched her own blood pool underneath her clothing, oozing out of her wounds at an ever worsening pace.
Death had come knocking, but she wasn't going to answer the door. Feebly, she reached out for the shotgun with bloody fingers.
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And Seo-yun was met with a stomp down onto her arm.
Some of Gabriela’s shots had connected, but she couldn’t stop there. Seo-yun had cut through so many, there was no guarantee that she would stay down after just a couple more bullet wounds. No, Gabriela needed to be certain, she had to make sure the job got done.
She quickly rounded the pile of tires Seo-yun had fallen behind, shoulder be damned, and quickly came upon the bloodied girl as she was still laid out on the deck.
Gabriela had been right, Seo-yun hadn’t quit, already reaching for the shotgun. Her response was swift, panicked. She couldn’t let the moment slip away, not when it was so close, and so her foot came down on Seo-yun’s arm.
“J-Just-! Fucking stop!” Gabriela roared, as her foot pulled back, only for her to drive it directly into Seo-yun’s ribs.
Some of Gabriela’s shots had connected, but she couldn’t stop there. Seo-yun had cut through so many, there was no guarantee that she would stay down after just a couple more bullet wounds. No, Gabriela needed to be certain, she had to make sure the job got done.
She quickly rounded the pile of tires Seo-yun had fallen behind, shoulder be damned, and quickly came upon the bloodied girl as she was still laid out on the deck.
Gabriela had been right, Seo-yun hadn’t quit, already reaching for the shotgun. Her response was swift, panicked. She couldn’t let the moment slip away, not when it was so close, and so her foot came down on Seo-yun’s arm.
“J-Just-! Fucking stop!” Gabriela roared, as her foot pulled back, only for her to drive it directly into Seo-yun’s ribs.
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Another cry of pain when the stomp came down on her arm. Seo-yun's eye flew to her assailant, but her arm came up too late to block the kick to her ribs. The air was knocked out of her lungs, leaving her coughing and sputtering.
In that moment, the realization hit her. Gabriela was really going to kill her. This wasn't like it had been with Mary and Leah. This was someone that wanted her dead just as badly as she had wanted all of her victims dead, and she had lost. This was it.
"No, WAIT-"
A panicked plea, ended by another kick. Where had she gone wrong?
"You won, you don't have to-"
Another kick. Another stab of pain in her chest.
"Please, you can just leave-"
Another kick. She deserved so much better than this.
"Please, PLEASE-"
Another kick. The words that came next were a whimper, barely choked out between her tears and the agony in her lungs.
"I d-don't w-want this, I don't w-want to d-die..."
Then, the beating stopped, leaving her bruised and battered. She tried to shift, to run away, but the pain was too much. Her body was betraying her, failing her at the most crucial moment. She couldn't bring herself to move.
"Please..."
In that moment, the realization hit her. Gabriela was really going to kill her. This wasn't like it had been with Mary and Leah. This was someone that wanted her dead just as badly as she had wanted all of her victims dead, and she had lost. This was it.
"No, WAIT-"
A panicked plea, ended by another kick. Where had she gone wrong?
"You won, you don't have to-"
Another kick. Another stab of pain in her chest.
"Please, you can just leave-"
Another kick. She deserved so much better than this.
"Please, PLEASE-"
Another kick. The words that came next were a whimper, barely choked out between her tears and the agony in her lungs.
"I d-don't w-want this, I don't w-want to d-die..."
Then, the beating stopped, leaving her bruised and battered. She tried to shift, to run away, but the pain was too much. Her body was betraying her, failing her at the most crucial moment. She couldn't bring herself to move.
"Please..."
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Gabriela didn’t stop kicking Seo-yun because she couldn’t. She couldn’t stop kicking until Seo-yun stopped moving, and so every attempt at a demand, at a plea was punctuated by another kick. There was only one way this could go.
Finally, Seo-yun stopped moving, managing little more than a whimper. Gabriela felt a knot in her stomach and she reminded herself that it must’ve come from a sense of disgust. It was just Hannah again, facing someone that was already finished, begging for that to not be the case. Pretending things could be some other way when faced with the inevitable.
Yet Gabriela herself didn’t move for what felt like a long while, staring down at the girl laid out before her.
Just this one. This one and then five more and then Elliott would go home and the game would basically be over and she could crawl the rest of the way. She could do that. She would do that.
Gabriela found herself thinking about the bullshit Ben had tried to sell her back on the first day.
Returning to herself, she snatched another clip from her bag. Loading the Jericho, she leveled it at Seo-yun. No words needed to be said. The two of them had played the same game, after all.
Finally, Seo-yun stopped moving, managing little more than a whimper. Gabriela felt a knot in her stomach and she reminded herself that it must’ve come from a sense of disgust. It was just Hannah again, facing someone that was already finished, begging for that to not be the case. Pretending things could be some other way when faced with the inevitable.
Yet Gabriela herself didn’t move for what felt like a long while, staring down at the girl laid out before her.
Just this one. This one and then five more and then Elliott would go home and the game would basically be over and she could crawl the rest of the way. She could do that. She would do that.
Gabriela found herself thinking about the bullshit Ben had tried to sell her back on the first day.
Returning to herself, she snatched another clip from her bag. Loading the Jericho, she leveled it at Seo-yun. No words needed to be said. The two of them had played the same game, after all.
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A dull haze washed over Seo-yun as she laid there. Her blood pooled beneath her, soaking into her clothes, its tender warmth reminding her that the pain would be over soon enough. In the few desperate moments of contemplation that followed her final plea, with new blows no longer raining down on her body, her muscles started to cooperate again. She shuddered in place, pain shooting through her. Her eye flicked to the shotgun, then back to Gabriela, and she began to tense. Mentally and physically preparing herself for one more desperate scramble.
For a moment, she almost believed she would have a chance.
Gabriela reloading her pistol dashed those thoughts.
This was well and truly it. She stumbled at the last possible hurdle, and now she was just another loser. It wasn't fair, this wasn't what she deserved. She deserved to win, to live, to find something beyond this place and her dying dreams. Everything that had been sacrificed to bring her this far was going to go to waste. Everyone that died for her, didn't they deserve to at least have their deaths mean something?
Gabriela was being so unimaginably selfish.
Then the pistol was finally leveled at her. The hammer of god coming to strike her down for everything she had done.
She couldn't just lose here. This couldn't be how her story ended. It was too pathetic, too sad, too anticlimactic. She was better than that. She had to get a win out of her last moments, something to carry on her legacy, make sure that it all actually meant something in the end.
But what could she do?
In the distance, sounds reached her as if through the ocean. Distant shouts, muffled behind the ringing in her ears. Mandy was still here, still fighting.
Seo-yun knew what she had to do.
"Mandy..."
A last gasp. Her final shout.
"RUN!"
For a moment, she almost believed she would have a chance.
Gabriela reloading her pistol dashed those thoughts.
This was well and truly it. She stumbled at the last possible hurdle, and now she was just another loser. It wasn't fair, this wasn't what she deserved. She deserved to win, to live, to find something beyond this place and her dying dreams. Everything that had been sacrificed to bring her this far was going to go to waste. Everyone that died for her, didn't they deserve to at least have their deaths mean something?
Gabriela was being so unimaginably selfish.
Then the pistol was finally leveled at her. The hammer of god coming to strike her down for everything she had done.
She couldn't just lose here. This couldn't be how her story ended. It was too pathetic, too sad, too anticlimactic. She was better than that. She had to get a win out of her last moments, something to carry on her legacy, make sure that it all actually meant something in the end.
But what could she do?
In the distance, sounds reached her as if through the ocean. Distant shouts, muffled behind the ringing in her ears. Mandy was still here, still fighting.
Seo-yun knew what she had to do.
"Mandy..."
A last gasp. Her final shout.
"RUN!"
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Mandy wasn't having much luck when it came to pressing the advantage, so it wouldn't be accurate to say the shout threw her off her groove. She'd never had one to begin with.
She'd gotten in close, which kept the crackling, electrical prod out of effective play. That part had worked. She'd stomped on Elliott-Blair's feet once or twice successfully, too, but that hadn't worked so well because Mandy was wearing Uggs with tattered bottoms, and Elliott-Blair was wearing actual boots, and so probably her feet were a lot more sore than his by now.
It was also kind of difficult and awkward to fight up close. Mandy didn't know how to fight period. Most of what she'd done thus far was throwing things or poking and swatting at people with assorted implements not designed for it, but none of those options were available now and so instead she was forced to grapple with Elliott-Blair, unsure if she was holding him back or he was keeping her at bay at any given moment.
But the scream made things really clear: Mandy was the one who should've done better, who should've been faster, who needed to be doing something other than grabbing at this boy's arms and trying to keep him in place.
As soon as she heard the command, she knew that it was bad. She knew what she should do, what was smart, and that was to trust that her friend wouldn't be warding her off without reason. But her throat tightened and instead she pulled back half a step, only to surge forward in an attempt to physically plow through Elliott-Blair and get to where she had to be, help out one more time.
"Seo-yun," she cried.
But she didn't manage to disentangle herself from the boy.
She'd gotten in close, which kept the crackling, electrical prod out of effective play. That part had worked. She'd stomped on Elliott-Blair's feet once or twice successfully, too, but that hadn't worked so well because Mandy was wearing Uggs with tattered bottoms, and Elliott-Blair was wearing actual boots, and so probably her feet were a lot more sore than his by now.
It was also kind of difficult and awkward to fight up close. Mandy didn't know how to fight period. Most of what she'd done thus far was throwing things or poking and swatting at people with assorted implements not designed for it, but none of those options were available now and so instead she was forced to grapple with Elliott-Blair, unsure if she was holding him back or he was keeping her at bay at any given moment.
But the scream made things really clear: Mandy was the one who should've done better, who should've been faster, who needed to be doing something other than grabbing at this boy's arms and trying to keep him in place.
As soon as she heard the command, she knew that it was bad. She knew what she should do, what was smart, and that was to trust that her friend wouldn't be warding her off without reason. But her throat tightened and instead she pulled back half a step, only to surge forward in an attempt to physically plow through Elliott-Blair and get to where she had to be, help out one more time.
"Seo-yun," she cried.
But she didn't manage to disentangle herself from the boy.
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She landed another successful stomp on him, this time on his left foot. The pain quickly dissipated, and the stomping was likely hurting her more than him. However the sensation momentarily stunned him, giving her enough time to grab at his arms in an attempt to push him away. He grabbed her with his free arm, almost on reflex, and pushed her back. Now wasn't the time to lock up.
Somewhere in the distance, Seo-yun let out an agonized shout. A final command to Mandy.
Mandy pulled back for half a second before plowing into Elliott-Blair. He felt himself lurching backwards, gravity threatening to push him over as his legs scrambled to keep him up. Perhaps because of his firm grip on her, he managed to stay upright, though he knew he couldn't keep his hold on her.
"Stop that! Stop—" Elliott-Blair cut himself off, "Gabby!" he gave a warning cry to, overlapping with Mandy's pitiful cries of Seo-yun's name.
Somewhere in the distance, Seo-yun let out an agonized shout. A final command to Mandy.
Mandy pulled back for half a second before plowing into Elliott-Blair. He felt himself lurching backwards, gravity threatening to push him over as his legs scrambled to keep him up. Perhaps because of his firm grip on her, he managed to stay upright, though he knew he couldn't keep his hold on her.
"Stop that! Stop—" Elliott-Blair cut himself off, "Gabby!" he gave a warning cry to, overlapping with Mandy's pitiful cries of Seo-yun's name.
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It was hard to look at Seo-yun like this. For so long in this game she’d been a phantom to Gabriela, the unstoppable force that would bowl over the rest of them and eventually win. But here she was now, a shuddering mess laying in her own blood, apparently short an eye before Gabriela even arrived.
Didn’t matter, though. This was business, this was the way that the game worked. If you fucked up, you got fucked up, like with Anthony, like with Sarah. Gabriela wore the lesson herself, her shoulder burning as she thought about it.
And so her pistol did not move, leveled at Seo-yun’s head. At this stage the last shot would be a kindness. With so many injuries, Seo-yun wasn’t going to get the help she needed out here, meaning the wounds would get infected or she’d bleed out slow. Better a bullet to the brain.
Not that it mattered.
Then, Seo-yun shouted to her ally or friend or whatever, it didn’t fucking matter, but Gabriela felt her body tense, some small, unintelligible sound left her lips. Frustration, she told herself. It was time to end this, after all, but Gabriela’s finger seemed locked in position, hovering against the trigger.
Soon enough, more shouts followed, Elliott and Mandy crying out useless nonsense. Their voices thrummed against her skull, twisting, intermingling.
Gabriela’s arm shook, and she knew.
Turning from Seo-yun, she let loose a howl, deep and loud, that ripped through her throat and left it red and sore. It was a sound of rage, of impotence, a petulant tantrum.
Because Gabriela failed, even here, and she knew it.
Didn’t matter, though. This was business, this was the way that the game worked. If you fucked up, you got fucked up, like with Anthony, like with Sarah. Gabriela wore the lesson herself, her shoulder burning as she thought about it.
And so her pistol did not move, leveled at Seo-yun’s head. At this stage the last shot would be a kindness. With so many injuries, Seo-yun wasn’t going to get the help she needed out here, meaning the wounds would get infected or she’d bleed out slow. Better a bullet to the brain.
Not that it mattered.
Then, Seo-yun shouted to her ally or friend or whatever, it didn’t fucking matter, but Gabriela felt her body tense, some small, unintelligible sound left her lips. Frustration, she told herself. It was time to end this, after all, but Gabriela’s finger seemed locked in position, hovering against the trigger.
Soon enough, more shouts followed, Elliott and Mandy crying out useless nonsense. Their voices thrummed against her skull, twisting, intermingling.
Gabriela’s arm shook, and she knew.
Turning from Seo-yun, she let loose a howl, deep and loud, that ripped through her throat and left it red and sore. It was a sound of rage, of impotence, a petulant tantrum.
Because Gabriela failed, even here, and she knew it.
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An opportunity presented.
The shotgun, back in her hand, pointed at Gabriela. Gripped like a vice with rage and spite, one trembling, bloody finger wrapped around the trigger.
Never take your eyes off the enemy.
Not a moment later, an ear-splitting roar of fire and fury erupted out the end of the barrel.
The shotgun, back in her hand, pointed at Gabriela. Gripped like a vice with rage and spite, one trembling, bloody finger wrapped around the trigger.
Never take your eyes off the enemy.
Not a moment later, an ear-splitting roar of fire and fury erupted out the end of the barrel.
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Gabriela’s eyes barely caught the blur of Seo-yun grabbing the shotgun and turning it on her. Gabriela’s body twisted back to face the attack, but far too late.
Her side exploded a moment after the end of Seo-yun’s gun did.
Gabriela was thrown backward and collided with the deck, driving the air from her lungs.
Her side exploded a moment after the end of Seo-yun’s gun did.
Gabriela was thrown backward and collided with the deck, driving the air from her lungs.
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Gabriela shouted something back at Elliott-Blair and Mandy, some wordless howl.
Why was she doing that? She had Seo-yun at her mercy, shouldn't it be the other way around? He had to keep an eye on Mandy, but just for a second he glanced over to where Gabriela and Seo-yun were.
Gabriela was hesitating. Trigger on the finger, yet she wouldn't move. Not when Seo-yun made the movement to grab her shotgun. Not when Seo-yun lined up her shot.
Seo-yun fired, Gabriela's side now an explosion of gore.
Elliott-Blair let go of Mandy, let himself fall to the floor.
Just as quickly he scrambled to his feet, turned around and sprinted towards the exit. His feet carried him off the tugboat, onto the jetties, and back to the cruise ship.
Never once looking back.
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Why was she doing that? She had Seo-yun at her mercy, shouldn't it be the other way around? He had to keep an eye on Mandy, but just for a second he glanced over to where Gabriela and Seo-yun were.
Gabriela was hesitating. Trigger on the finger, yet she wouldn't move. Not when Seo-yun made the movement to grab her shotgun. Not when Seo-yun lined up her shot.
Seo-yun fired, Gabriela's side now an explosion of gore.
Elliott-Blair let go of Mandy, let himself fall to the floor.
Just as quickly he scrambled to his feet, turned around and sprinted towards the exit. His feet carried him off the tugboat, onto the jetties, and back to the cruise ship.
Never once looking back.
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When Elliott-Blair crumpled, Mandy froze for a moment. She'd been so caught up in her struggle to push past the boy, her eyes squinting against the the electric light, staring deep into his when the floppy panda hood wasn't getting in the way, that the sudden lack of resistance left her completely at a loss.
She'd heard the gunfire. Something had happened. But from where she was, she couldn't see, and there was a horrible concern twisting inside her.
Elliott-Blair scrambled away, back down the ramp, out into the maze of boats and walkways, and Mandy didn't do a single thing to stop him. Her lungs burned, and she pushed herself away from the tires again, finally toppling the tower behind her, though she didn't even consciously hear it. At the far end, she could make out the outline of limbs and a veritable lake of blood.
Breaths stabilizing, Mandy cautiously padded her way across the deck towards the fallen girls, but her attention was flying around to anything else. What if Elliott-Blair came back for another attack? What if there was somebody else waiting in the wings to strike at the first moment of weakness?
Mandy didn't have a weapon to do anything about either of those possibilities, of course, but they kept her attention occupied with something. They kept the fear at bay, because there were two bloodied, broken forms on the ground, and as much as a seed of hope was growing, there was more than one awful way this could still turn out.
She'd heard the gunfire. Something had happened. But from where she was, she couldn't see, and there was a horrible concern twisting inside her.
Elliott-Blair scrambled away, back down the ramp, out into the maze of boats and walkways, and Mandy didn't do a single thing to stop him. Her lungs burned, and she pushed herself away from the tires again, finally toppling the tower behind her, though she didn't even consciously hear it. At the far end, she could make out the outline of limbs and a veritable lake of blood.
Breaths stabilizing, Mandy cautiously padded her way across the deck towards the fallen girls, but her attention was flying around to anything else. What if Elliott-Blair came back for another attack? What if there was somebody else waiting in the wings to strike at the first moment of weakness?
Mandy didn't have a weapon to do anything about either of those possibilities, of course, but they kept her attention occupied with something. They kept the fear at bay, because there were two bloodied, broken forms on the ground, and as much as a seed of hope was growing, there was more than one awful way this could still turn out.