He tosses the sheet her way. His feet are already lacerated, he can walk.
"Cover yourself in case he's still nearby," he says. He steps on the glass, focusing on the door. He can ignore the pain, he tells himself. His body is just transport for his brain, the pain is just neurons firing, explaining that he is injured. It is like hunger and sleep. He can ignore it.
He makes it to the room and grabs their shoes. He kneels next to the woman and grabs the keys.
Her hand grabs his wrist. Her eyes are open wide. He grips her jaw, pressing the keys into her injury.
"Tell your masters that the Woman is dead," he says. "If they want to find me, I'll be waiting."
And with that, he releases her and shakes his hand free. He shuts the door behind himself and walks across the glass.
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Date: 2012-08-15 03:54 am (UTC)"Cover yourself in case he's still nearby," he says. He steps on the glass, focusing on the door. He can ignore the pain, he tells himself. His body is just transport for his brain, the pain is just neurons firing, explaining that he is injured. It is like hunger and sleep. He can ignore it.
He makes it to the room and grabs their shoes. He kneels next to the woman and grabs the keys.
Her hand grabs his wrist. Her eyes are open wide. He grips her jaw, pressing the keys into her injury.
"Tell your masters that the Woman is dead," he says. "If they want to find me, I'll be waiting."
And with that, he releases her and shakes his hand free. He shuts the door behind himself and walks across the glass.