InsaneJournal

Paige Elisabeth Guthrie (country_mouse) wrote in no_good_deed,

Paige had fallen asleep in one of the guest rooms on the third floor earlier that evening, needing the quiet in order to study for a test she had coming up at the college. That was the only reason that the blonde was waking up to explosions on the third floor and not being slaughtered in her room on the second floor. Thank God for her studying habits and her need to do well in school. It might have been a habit that saved her life. But that explosion had, in fact, woken her up from her uncommon bout of slumber and had put her on immediate high alert. Her training kicked in just time for some camo-wearing, gun-toting person to come barrelling into her room.

Had Paige's adrenaline not been pumping through her veins at that moment, she might have been frozen at the sight of the gun in the man's hand. But as it was, she only barely registered its existance as the man who was about twice her size tried to use it in an effort to put her out of commission... in the wrong way. He should have just shot at her, because in a matter of seconds, Paige delivered a painful gut kick to the man's stomach that dazed him and followed it with a clothesline to his throat that put him painfully out of commission... and probably without the ability to speak for awhile after he came to. Paige tried not to kill if she didn't have to, and once she had this guy out, she used the cord on the desk lamp to tie him up... hog style. Might be a good idea to question him once he got his nifty little voicebox back in working order.

Popping her neck, Paige took hold of her shirt and skin and pulled. A sshhrrriiiip could be heard as she pulled both her clothing and her skin from her body, revealing underneath it a layer of metal that she was used to changing into. It may not speed her up, but it added to her strength, her hardness... and it was bulletproof, which from the looks of her hog-tied little prisoner was something that was going to come in handy. And speaking of that little machine of death, Paige took it and broke it in half over her knee in an effort to keep it from being used again. She was terrified of guns, but in this form, she had a little control over that. If only for an hour.

When she took off out of her room, it was at a lunge, taking two more soldiers with her as she slammed them hard against the wall and knocked their lights out. She really didn't want to kill anybody, but she knew if she had to, then so be it. They put themselves in this situation. And as she turned her head, she saw Rogue down the hall just a bit and noticed that the way she was reacting was different than what Paige was normally used to seeing. Still, she reminded herself that they'd put themselves in this situation and that they had to know what they'd be getting into. She took the time to take the guns and break them, then left the two men on the floor.

When she stood up, she was surprised at the gut kick that she got from the man she hadn't seen come up on her. And it had hurt. Sure, the metal came with good durability, but she still had nerves. And those nerves felt pain. "Hey! Didn't yer mama evah teach ya it ain't nice ta attack a woman?" she snapped, her accent present and accounted for in her pain and frustration at the current situation that seemed to be going down. Paige's worst nightmare came true when she was fired at, even if it only dented the metal she was made of. She was dazed, frozen long enough for the man in front of her to give in and essentially use his gun as a baseball bat swinging for her head.

It snapped to the side and brought her back to her senses. The little blonde who usually fought with her emotions detached suddenly let loose in a fury. Her arms shot out with a cry of disbelief and fear, effectively slamming the man hard enough into the opposite wall for him to crack his skull on it and hit the ground. A good kick to his ribs was delivered, as well as a stomp on the gun. She was done playing nice.