Abby screams, she can't help it. She flinches and closes her eyes when the teeth clamp down and sink into her skin, heart beating so fast it doesn't hurt at all. Blood drips over her arm hot and wet. She gasps raggedly and remembers to keep moving, her body lurching haphazardly into action. Her fingers fist into what's left of the stalker's hair, thinning, loosing in horrible, stringy clumps, and pull it backward by the scalp.
It comes hissing and wailing, thrashing, but she slams it into the ground, hard. Temple first, and then again, and again, until the floor is wet and red underneath of the spot and the stalker is limp under her grip.
Cracked skull.
She's breathing so hard, her gaze wild. She looks before she can lose her nerve-
down at the unbroken skin and arm trembling wildly, fingers shaking until she curls them up into a tight fist, squeezing, waiting for agony that doesn't come. For a moment her mind is completely blank. Then she looks at her other arm, then she cottons on, and jerks her head up to face Ellie. The wild lurch of relief is so strong it's sickening.
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It comes hissing and wailing, thrashing, but she slams it into the ground, hard. Temple first, and then again, and again, until the floor is wet and red underneath of the spot and the stalker is limp under her grip.
Cracked skull.
She's breathing so hard, her gaze wild. She looks before she can lose her nerve-
down at the unbroken skin and arm trembling wildly, fingers shaking until she curls them up into a tight fist, squeezing, waiting for agony that doesn't come. For a moment her mind is completely blank. Then she looks at her other arm, then she cottons on, and jerks her head up to face Ellie. The wild lurch of relief is so strong it's sickening.