Empath and Jessica & Open
Jessica could immediately feel the blood rushing to her face, her pheromones releasing in large waves, but this time they were lead by her fear, instilling it in anyone around her. And then she felt his rage, and it combined so devistatingly with her fear that she didn't know anything else to do but run. He terrified her, and what she'd done terrified her, and she didn't want to hurt him again or even get close to him, because that look on his face!
"I'm so sorry," she repeated, her hand lingered near her mouth as she stared at him with wide green eyes. "I don't know-- I didn't mean to--" She was stepping backwards as she spoke, giving a considerable amount of distance between them. "I just--" Jess didn't know what to say, not here in this crazy situation, and so she fled. Turning around, she took off around the corner, working quickly into a above average speed before instincts kicked in and she met with the wall, the static electricity on the pads of her fingertips and with it she lifted herself, using her feet to crawl up. She couldn't remember ever doing this before, but it felt natural and she moved at such speeds that she easily crawled up and out of sight, not stopping until she was some distance away from where she'd met the man.