ainsley kennedy ℘ éowyn (withoutrenown) wrote in ourtrueselves, @ 2010-04-03 21:54:00 |
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Who: Ainsley Kennedy
What: Killing people? Not a healthy way to grieve.
Where: CORE HQ
When: Friday April 2nd, during this
Warnings: Violence, swearing, a few dead NPCs. The usual, pretty much.
After that first initial scuffle, Ainsley made her way up the darkened stairwell quietly, gun raised and ready. She left two dead bodies behind her, and if she had her way, more would follow. She just had to find them.
She tried not to think too much as she stepped through the doors to the second floor; they were flung wide open, as if someone had crashed through them to make their escape. She tried not to think about that, too. The less she thought, the better. The less these people seemed like people, the better. She had never thought of her herself as a cold-blooded killer, but things had changed, and she'd happily kill both monsters and vermin if it meant this feeling would go away. This horrible numbness that had taken hold of her since Betty announced... no. She couldn't think about that either. Don't think about anything.
But that was impossible, wasn't it? A person couldn't not think. And as much as she wanted to, as much as she tried, she couldn't stop what was flooding through her mind. This was wrong. Killing people just because Michael was... well, that made her just as bad as them, didn't it? She was just supposed to stop them, not kill them. This may have been war, but that didn't give her the right to do this. He wouldn't have wanted this.
She stopped in her tracks, almost as if she had just run into a wall, as the grief she'd been holding back washed over her, unbidden. Her gun hung in the air for a moment before it fell to her side, and she breathed a shuddering gasp, biting her lip to keep herself from making a noise. This was all too much. She couldn't do this.
But she had to. And that became all too apparent when some CORE soldier came out of the shadows and attacked her without an ounce of hesitation. He knocked her gun out of her hand, but she could hold well enough on her own without it. Of course, he had the advantage, and he used it for all it was worth. He used his strength and size to pin her against the wall roughly, cracking a few ribs and bruising the back of her head like it was nothing. She struggled fiercely through the haze and the pain, kneeing him squarely in the balls, which got him away from her, but also caused him to twist her left wrist the exact wrong way it was supposed to go. She couldn't stop the scream of pain that came out of her mouth as her wrist snapped, but she recovered herself quickly and kicked the man again, sending him sprawling, then dived for her gun and shot him before he could attack her again. He didn't get up.
Breathing heavily, she brought her comm to her mouth. "Be careful on the second floor, guys. I think I just killed the Hulk. And, uh. Can somebody send me a medic?"