@zoebarton
One way or another, Ricky was somewhat having the time of his life. He finally understood the thrill that brought forth his family into the wilderness of Gotham for so many deadly patrols. It was a thrill of the fight, of saving and helping people, a reward without a single item in sight. He felt like a dancer, flowing as he fought the beasts, like he was putting on a show. He’d been doing great until, suddenly, he wasn’t. The beast was rowdy, grumbling and Ricky –? Was it his carelessness? Was he being careless? Would this have happened to any of his cousins? A misstep as the beast swatted at him, and the claw extended more then Ricky would have guessed– it swung across his throat.
A door pounded open, the beast was distracted and two hands pulled him away. His own hands clung around his neck where the monster had successfully swiped. Ricky was soon on his knees, he felt so weak and it hurt– it hurt so much.
the only thing that zoe did was to hide in a corner of the class room since she knew that no good will come if she tries to fight those things but she tried to pull aways all the people who got hurt but the monsters, good thing she lifts. but then she got hurt by one and she had to stop the bleeding from her leg. she heard something for the other side of the door, she opened it fast and took ricky in. noticing that nothing was okay with him. “oh my god ricky!” she said in panic. “talk to me, talk to me. tell me your favorite color -- food.” she said trying to make him act in someway. “i need to take you out of here.”
