Helena is the (lionessrises) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-08-14 05:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !marvel comics, *log, becky lyons, helena wayne |
Bagging Typhoid Becky
Who: Becky and Helena
What: Catching Mrs. Crane
Where: New York, Marvel
When: Current
Warnings/Rating: Forced drugging, but rather tame.
Becky stood in the midst of the chaos, untouched.
She wasn’t sick and she wouldn’t be, thanks to Jonathan. He’d made her immune. Held inside of her to be spread, but not to harm, and she’d never felt so powerful. The part of her that should have been horrified, that once would have been, was buried deep, deep under five years with the man she loved. She’d become dependant on him without realizing it, and with no other influences in her life there was no one and nothing to stop her from becoming just as twisted as him. He was kind to her, took care of her, never treated her like she was dumb or silly. He taught her so, so much, and together they were unstoppable. She loved him, her Jonathan, and now he was hurt and she was forced to put her trust in a girl she barely even knew. If only he’d stayed inside. If only they’d left and found another door. If, if, but it was too late for that. She’d meet Helena, and if she tried anything she’d use the gun hidden inside her jacket. And then, then she and Jonathan would leave and he’d be fine and it would all be good.
It had to be, because without him she had nothing.
Blue under her jacket, paired with jeans and boots, and the gun managed to fend off the crazies that came her way. And then she saw the Hummer, and her heart leapt into her throat. Maybe she should have been more wary. Maybe she should have been more careful. But when Helena said her Jonathan was in the car, well, she turned her back to look, and she never saw it coming. She didn’t even have time to think before the lights went out and she became dead weight.