✮ taste of blood
@sanguisx
There’s already fire roaring somewhere in the lot, a beacon drawing them forward towards the forces waiting there. She’d already crept through the darkness and witnessed it once, the wild convoy squatting there amidst the hollowed skeletons of old cars. They look more like monsters in the dark, but there’d been something uncomfortably human when left witnessing them on their own territory. A different portrait sketched out when she could see a woman laughing as she paints the face of the man next to her. It might’ve left room for a sliver of guilt.
At least until they'd dragged a prisoner from the building on her left.
That memory is enough to fuel her now, approaching side by side with Leon. Somewhere in the darkness others are making the same approach, the plan to bottle them up and destroy anyone or anything that draws a weapon against them. It’s wholesale slaughter and if she acknowledges it for what it is, there’s no room for uncertainty. And perhaps it’s fitting that it’s not the first time she’s committed that much violence with the man next to her. This time there just aren’t any ties of blood.
It places the burden of rescue in other hands, but if there’s that intense and almost desperate urge to see that girl’s guardian set free of his prison, logic swears this is a better place for her when she knows how to kill without flinching. And if she dies in the process, then it’s an acceptable sacrifice as long as the others get free.
It escalates quickly. The fire suddenly roaring brighter in her eyes and her steps quicken until she’s at the edge of the fence. Gun held tightly in her hands and the first blast rips through a man before he even sees her coming. Tearing through his chest and dropping him, and she’s quick to move by the body. Another blast takes out the next, but they don’t hold much of her attention, in search of the more vile monsters lingering inside.
