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Laura ✗ (beaweapon) wrote in thereincarnates,

Just because she could heal fast, that didn't mean that each puncture of the other woman's claws into her skin didn't hurt like hell. Kate's mind and body were on fire, and each new punch of metal into her sides just fanned the flames of her rage. If she looked like a wounded animal right now, lashing out wherever she could in a desperate attempt to defend herself, she sounded like one too. The wild, strangled sounds that ripped from her throat would have sounded strange and foreign to her if Kate could hear herself, but in the moment they barely registered to her past the sharp, unforgiving bite of claws piercing her skin.

And then there was that name again. Laura. That name on the other woman's lips hit a particular chord in her that she couldn't immediately place, but it dug in and ripped out a part of her that Kate felt like she had briefly lost. Laura. Laura. She was Kate Moon, the name she'd chosen after escaping from the facility that had stolen her life for the last five years. She was also Laura Kinney, and Laura was currently growling at her in the back of her own head to snap out of it. SNAP OUT OF IT, DAMNITT, KATE-

Kate felt like she could almost reach that voice, if she just tried a little harder. She still didn't feel in control of her own body, but for one split second it felt like her vision was starting to clear. Then she felt metal claws digging into her again and she screamed with renewed fury, using one of the claws in her feet to kick back and dig it into the other woman's ankle, just before she felt the hard shove from behind.

She was already off balance, so Kate had no choice but to fall forward. The only thing she could do was try and control her descent, using her own weight to propel herself further forward into a hard somersault, landing in crouch a few feet away and spinning around to face her attacker, seeming to be blinking furiously, like she was having a hard time seeing straight. Claws out and on the defense, Kate struggled to get words out, almost like whatever was happening to her was trying to keep her from it. Her voice was rough, like being dragged over a bunch of gravel with each harsh breath. "What... what did you call me?"