;; DON'T BE STUPID

That broken heart and rage fueled her need to search for him, and lead her all the way to the outskirts of this work site. She’d considered going in stealthily, to try to sneak her way in and sneak him out herself, but there were too many guards, and..

Quite frankly, the sight of him being forced to do all these things brought back a lot of memories of the lab. That only served to enrage her more.

So, here she was, stood infront of the crowd of people, guards and captives alike. Underneath the large hood covering her head, her nose trickled blood as the guns she made levitate in the air flew to the right, far from the grasp of any of the guards. They couldn’t hurt her now as she then kept walking towards the group, gritted teeth showing underneath the hood of her jacket. She tried to lift her head a little, to make out the faces in the crowd to find him, until one of them slammed a hammer into the head of a guard and bolted straight towards her. 

For all of a second, instinct forced her to raise a hand towards the other in defense, until she heard that voice..

That voice.. HIS VOICE!

“POP!”

It’s a cry that rips out from her throat, a cry of joy, surprise, relief, a mix of the three. She tears the hood off of her head to see him, and.. though he looks different, not like the bear of a man she once knew, it’s him. She knows it’s him. The hand lowered for all of a split second, her eyes tearing up with pure joy before she spotted one of the guards running after him, screaming in Russian. She then brought the hand back up and growled ( yes, growled ) as her head tilted, brows furrowed, she shoved her hand forward and acted as though she was pushing the guard back.

The offender flew back, crashing into the porch of one of the makeshift cabins surrounding them. He’d gone limp upon the crash, but still her head twitched as she focused on his forehead. Anyone who would get near Hopper would get the same treatment this man was about to receive. Her teeth gritted, bared as she squinted her eyes with focus, and soon enough, just like the last guard she killed, his head was nothing but shriveled remains riddled among the snow. Perhaps she’s being a little too wild, but she’d gone so long thinking her father was dead, that grief fueled her rage and made her lose sight of herself for a few moments.

Well.. more than just a few moments.