[ It takes her a moment to realize that the person in front of her has grabbed her. She only catches a brief glimpse of him: the tinted glasses, the tight defensive lines of his body, black gloves, and a snarl of disgust. She misinterprets the expression as one of aggression. Definitely a hitman. Or worse. She lets out an ugly sob as she tries to twist her wrist out of his hold. Vaguely she hears the word ‘breathe’ said from far away and some part of her agrees. It’s good advice. But just as she takes in a shaky breath, she sees him out of the corner of her eye. His coppery blonde hair turning to actual sticky red. The white bone of his jaw shining wetly in the ruined flesh of what’s left of his face. Even through the gore she can see the wicked grin angled her way. ]
L-let me go! He’s right there! Please.
[ Only there’s no one there. Her eyes are wide, seeing something that doesn’t exist to anyone else. In fact, the crowd starts giving them a wide berth, because something strange is happening. There’s something off about the pitch of her voice. It’s unnaturally high and ringing, a frequency just shy of painful, causing a bit of dizziness to anyone within hearing distance.
Instantly, Alex and Heine are the centre of intense suspicion. ]
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L-let me go! He’s right there! Please.
[ Only there’s no one there. Her eyes are wide, seeing something that doesn’t exist to anyone else. In fact, the crowd starts giving them a wide berth, because something strange is happening. There’s something off about the pitch of her voice. It’s unnaturally high and ringing, a frequency just shy of painful, causing a bit of dizziness to anyone within hearing distance.
Instantly, Alex and Heine are the centre of intense suspicion. ]