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Jun. 18th, 2015 11:39 pmEleanor hit the wall with enough force to make the metal buckle beneath her, one of the bolts that held the heavy plate in place popping nearly half an inch out, and it was all she could do not to pass out from the pain that shot up her shoulder and down her back. Her vision was full of red and white, bleeding in around the edges, and she would have given in and let it take her if not for the quick, familiar pop-pop-ping of bullets smacking into the wall a foot or so above her head.
Instinctively she shoved away from the wall, throwing herself across the narrow tunnel and falling behind a large, metal girder that had probably held up a catwalk somewhere else in the city once. Bullets spanged off the top, ricocheting further into the hall, and from the other end of the hall she could hear the broken shouting of her mother's followers.
"Come on out, promise we won't hurt you!" One shouted, a woman, stuttered through half the words, accompanying them with three more shots for punctuation.
Eleanor ignored it, closing her eyes tight, focusing on the pain in her shoulder. It was already healing, the pain receding. The moment she was sure it would hold, she twisted around, crouching behind the girder, bringing her hand up to her face as she gathered her breath. This had to be quick...
She stood up. Fifteen feet down the hallway, a woman in a ratty blue and pink homemaker's dress and a bloody, rabbit-eared mask, was muttering to herself. She had a revolver in her hand, and she gestured at the air in front of her as if trying to prove a point to it.
The moment she saw her, the eyes behind her mask lit up. "THERE YOU ARE!" The woman cried, the words a half-hiss, and started to raise her pistol.
Eleanor stretched her hand out in response, feeling the strange twitch inside her as her telekinesis rushed forward and snatched the crazed woman from the ground, hauling her into the air. She let out a shriek and fired her pistol twice, one of them passing so close Eleanor could feel the air pass by her face. And then she twisted her wrist, and the woman shot up into the ceiling, her screams cutting off with a sickening, bone-shattering crunch.
And then she let go, and the woman dropped, like a broken doll, to the floor.
A few seconds of staring at the body and Eleanor forced herself to turn away, starting to run and making it ten or so feet, around the next bend and out into the connecting hallway between two sections of building, before she had to stop, reaching out to brace herself against the glass wall.
She pressed her forehead to the glass, letting the welcome chill of the seawater beyond sink into her bones and absorb some of the edge she couldn't seem to shake. It was an old habit, pressing her face to the sea glass, she'd been doing it since she was a child. It always made her feel a little...better. Wait.
Her hand pressed into the glass as she pushed herself back a step, frowning at her reflection. Her short, dark hair was a mess, her simple white dress, more of a nightgown really, was blood stained in several places from where her mother's followers had gotten lucky hits in. The injuries beneath had healed but the clothing was not so fortunate...except, she wasn't supposed to be wearing this. Where was her suit?
It was as if the question had broken a block she hadn't realized was there. Her suit? What about her father? And her sisters? She had been...they had been on their way back, they...
It all felt so fuzzy, she could feel the panic rising inside of her, had to resist the urge to crouch down, to curl up into a ball. It was all wrong, it was all...
"Oh Eleanor..."
She whirled around at the voice, her mother's voice, as calm and controlled as ever, and found herself...somewhere else. The escape room of Persephone Prison, standing on the stairs that led to the surface pod. Her mother was on the far end of the room, up on one of the catwalks, looking as cool and calm as ever. Even her hair was as perfect as always.
"You were supposed to be this world's savior Eleanor," her mother spoke, and Eleanor started towards her, pointing up at her.
"Where is Father? Where are my sisters?" She demanded, and her mother shrugged.
"That beast is dead, Eleanor. And your 'sisters' as you call them are back out in the city, doing their duty to the people. As you are supposed to be doing."
"I'll never give in to your insane plans, mother." Eleanor felt strangely calm as she said this.
"So I gathered. Very well, if you won't serve, then...I suppose I have no choice." The woman snapped her fingers, and then seemed to vanish in a swirl of smoke.
"Wait! I-" Eleanor started forward again, but behind her there was a teeth-grinding sound of glass cracking, and she turned back towards the surface pod to see the great glass windows on either side shatter inward, and a torrent of water swelled into the room.
It hit her before she had time to think, swirling her over and over before her head slammed into something hard, and she instinctively breathed in, and her lungs were full of water, and then everything went dark...
Instinctively she shoved away from the wall, throwing herself across the narrow tunnel and falling behind a large, metal girder that had probably held up a catwalk somewhere else in the city once. Bullets spanged off the top, ricocheting further into the hall, and from the other end of the hall she could hear the broken shouting of her mother's followers.
"Come on out, promise we won't hurt you!" One shouted, a woman, stuttered through half the words, accompanying them with three more shots for punctuation.
Eleanor ignored it, closing her eyes tight, focusing on the pain in her shoulder. It was already healing, the pain receding. The moment she was sure it would hold, she twisted around, crouching behind the girder, bringing her hand up to her face as she gathered her breath. This had to be quick...
She stood up. Fifteen feet down the hallway, a woman in a ratty blue and pink homemaker's dress and a bloody, rabbit-eared mask, was muttering to herself. She had a revolver in her hand, and she gestured at the air in front of her as if trying to prove a point to it.
The moment she saw her, the eyes behind her mask lit up. "THERE YOU ARE!" The woman cried, the words a half-hiss, and started to raise her pistol.
Eleanor stretched her hand out in response, feeling the strange twitch inside her as her telekinesis rushed forward and snatched the crazed woman from the ground, hauling her into the air. She let out a shriek and fired her pistol twice, one of them passing so close Eleanor could feel the air pass by her face. And then she twisted her wrist, and the woman shot up into the ceiling, her screams cutting off with a sickening, bone-shattering crunch.
And then she let go, and the woman dropped, like a broken doll, to the floor.
A few seconds of staring at the body and Eleanor forced herself to turn away, starting to run and making it ten or so feet, around the next bend and out into the connecting hallway between two sections of building, before she had to stop, reaching out to brace herself against the glass wall.
She pressed her forehead to the glass, letting the welcome chill of the seawater beyond sink into her bones and absorb some of the edge she couldn't seem to shake. It was an old habit, pressing her face to the sea glass, she'd been doing it since she was a child. It always made her feel a little...better. Wait.
Her hand pressed into the glass as she pushed herself back a step, frowning at her reflection. Her short, dark hair was a mess, her simple white dress, more of a nightgown really, was blood stained in several places from where her mother's followers had gotten lucky hits in. The injuries beneath had healed but the clothing was not so fortunate...except, she wasn't supposed to be wearing this. Where was her suit?
It was as if the question had broken a block she hadn't realized was there. Her suit? What about her father? And her sisters? She had been...they had been on their way back, they...
It all felt so fuzzy, she could feel the panic rising inside of her, had to resist the urge to crouch down, to curl up into a ball. It was all wrong, it was all...
"Oh Eleanor..."
She whirled around at the voice, her mother's voice, as calm and controlled as ever, and found herself...somewhere else. The escape room of Persephone Prison, standing on the stairs that led to the surface pod. Her mother was on the far end of the room, up on one of the catwalks, looking as cool and calm as ever. Even her hair was as perfect as always.
"You were supposed to be this world's savior Eleanor," her mother spoke, and Eleanor started towards her, pointing up at her.
"Where is Father? Where are my sisters?" She demanded, and her mother shrugged.
"That beast is dead, Eleanor. And your 'sisters' as you call them are back out in the city, doing their duty to the people. As you are supposed to be doing."
"I'll never give in to your insane plans, mother." Eleanor felt strangely calm as she said this.
"So I gathered. Very well, if you won't serve, then...I suppose I have no choice." The woman snapped her fingers, and then seemed to vanish in a swirl of smoke.
"Wait! I-" Eleanor started forward again, but behind her there was a teeth-grinding sound of glass cracking, and she turned back towards the surface pod to see the great glass windows on either side shatter inward, and a torrent of water swelled into the room.
It hit her before she had time to think, swirling her over and over before her head slammed into something hard, and she instinctively breathed in, and her lungs were full of water, and then everything went dark...
