#cutitoutdevilbridge

They were outnumbered. With being a Conduit it all, it usually didn't matter if they were outnumbered but this was just ridiculous. More D.U.P. kept showing up until she was sure that the whole agency that was called into Seattle was there, surrounding the two. Her fast-healing wasn't able to keep up with all the hit to the heads she was getting and bullets that ripped through her skin. Each time, it hurt more and she got more tired. Delsin also seemed to be having a hard time keeping up, even though he was the one with multiple powers. He switched powers every so often, no matter how many times Abigail told him it was easier if he stuck with one.

span>"Things ain't lookin' so good, D," she called over to him as bright pink lasers shot out of her hands. D.U.P. with concrete powers jumped away at the sight, getting her in the back with more bullets. Her body surged forward as she was engulfed in neon to get away from the bullets. She stopped near a neon sign and tried to drain it for more energy, but a shot of concrete made her fall onto her back.

She heard a distant yell - Delsin yelling, "Fetch!" An attempt was made to get back on her feet, but any motivation she had for getting up vanished when another shot of concrete hit her. A groan escaped her pink lips as she rolled onto her side, ready to give up.

No, Abigail was a fighter. She wasn't giving up now or ever.

The neon Conduit went to get on her feet again, but deep brown hues caught sight of D.U.P. running away. Those same brown hues looked up to see Delsin flying straight up into the air, getting ready to drop down on all of them and completely end this fight once and for all. Abigail stayed on her knees and covered her head with her hands to protect herself from Delsin's orbital drop. The ground shook on his impact, causing her to fall onto her side. After everything finished crashing to the ground and exploding, the area was silent. She was almost scared to uncover her head and see if the coast was clear. A gentle hand on her shoulder was able to get her to relax and look up.

Delsin was on his knees next to her, his own face looking as bad as hers. He placed a hand on her wait to help her onto her knees. Every movement she made, her achy body protested although she tried not to show it. Simply, she gritted her teeth and pushed his hands away. "I'm fine, D."

The smoke Conduit chuckled, that stupid smirk on his face. "Really? 'Cause you look like shit."

Abigail shook her dark pink head slowly, although she too couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah, and so do you." His hand was back on her waist, another reaching to wipe blood from her mouth with this thumb. She didn't know why he was so concerned about her, but she actually didn't mind it for once. It had been a long time since someone cared about her. She had killed the last person who did.

"You sure you're okay?" Delsin asked, his hand now on her chin to lift her head up so he could look into her brown eyes. "I don't use the term 'you look like shit' lightly, you know." Although he was trying to make jokes, his face was completely serious.

"Nothin' a little fast-healin' can't fix." Her hands placed themselves on his forearms, for a moment wanting to push his hands away before realizing how content she felt with him holding her bloodied body like this. Before she could utter out another word, his lips slowly were pressed against hers. The action was a slight surprise to her, but she reacted almost immediately. Her eyes fluttered closed as she kissed him back with as much passion. As much as her body protested, she scooted herself closer to him. A small hand placed itself on the back of his neck, warm lips still pressed against his until they pulled away.

"How cheesy would it be for me to say 'I love you' right now?" Delsin pressed his forehead to hers, thumb still wiping blood and dirt from her small face. Abigail couldn't help but let out an unfamiliar giggle.

"Pretty cheesy, but hey. No judgin' here."

"C'mon. I'll help you back to your little sniperette nest." His arm wrapped around her waist as he pulled her up to her feet. He then picked her up with ease and started walking toward her nest.

"I can walk, ya know," she lied. Her head rested on his shoulder, eyelids already beginning to droop as he walked.