[ Probably the best thing she could do would be to taunt her with words and Parker knows how to do that. Push a button, hard enough until the person boils. Prod at the gaping wound. But she doesn't want to talk, tight jawed, teeth locked. Doesn't care about the bruises or the way she's being swung around the half pipe, squeaking against the polished wood.
Again, she's fast on her feet, and she stands, shoulders tense, fingers slightly curled, chest heaving up and down with the adrenaline and the anger. Trying to get the images off her head but they won't leave, like taffy gluing against the back of your teeth.
Shoot them and end this. Your world for my own. ( Bang. ) I'm not leaving you. You would do the same. Shoot them. ( Bang. ) I'm sorry. ( Bang. ) The right thing only gets you so far. ( Bang. )
Parker runs to Shepard, fast, shoulder ready to drive into her, but the last moment she drops, slides right between her legs and flips back up, quick enough to jump on her back and wrap her arm around her neck, pulling, letting her weight pull her down and apply pressure on her throat. ]
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Again, she's fast on her feet, and she stands, shoulders tense, fingers slightly curled, chest heaving up and down with the adrenaline and the anger. Trying to get the images off her head but they won't leave, like taffy gluing against the back of your teeth.
Shoot them and end this. Your world for my own. ( Bang. ) I'm not leaving you. You would do the same. Shoot them. ( Bang. ) I'm sorry. ( Bang. ) The right thing only gets you so far. ( Bang. )
Parker runs to Shepard, fast, shoulder ready to drive into her, but the last moment she drops, slides right between her legs and flips back up, quick enough to jump on her back and wrap her arm around her neck, pulling, letting her weight pull her down and apply pressure on her throat. ]