[Chrissy doesn't answer right away. She's focusing on what she can see of the monster, and has to turn to continue staring as he turns the bike around. What's left of some kind of jacket is clearly visible on one of the mangled limbs. Her eyes narrow as she thinks she recognizes what it is.]
My gun is in the bag.
[But she leans over to unzip and pull it out, clutching it tight in both hands as her thighs squeeze tight to keep her on the bike.]
Chrissyyyyyyyy....
[Her name is shouted like a taunt, and she takes aim and fires. If it actually hits it, she has no idea, because she's distracted by the way its mouth is curling upward.]
Miiiiiiiiine.
[It roars, and Chrissy shrieks as she fires again. That's when the figure moves, launching toward them in a rushing dive. It remains on what looks like all fours as it runs, making her shout in alarm as it gains ground on them. Seconds pass, and it's looming over them, making a grab for the bike with one twisted limb. While it latches on and slows down the bike, it uses another jagged part of itself to grab her and physically remove her from the bike.
The gun in her hand is dropped in the process, but even as she screams she's pulling out her knife. It takes a few seconds of darkness being all around her that she realizes this thing has shoved her inside of it, and is busy running away. Well, that just won't do. No one's taking her away from Johnnie again. So she uses that knife in her hand to slash and stab and cut.
She knows she must be hurting it, because it growls and roars in pain, and ejects her out onto the pavement. She's covered in goo, but her eyes are perfectly fine. And as she moves to pick herself up, she notices exactly what is on that tattered remains of a jacket. It's a letter jacket, green and white. With a very identifiable H patch, with a name embroidered on it.]
Jason.
[His name is whispered, and she looks up at him in terror as he stretches out tall over her. She can clearly see the very distinct gash and scarring from where Johnnie split him nearly in two back in New York. This is what Jason's turned into since then, a monster. One that's somehow tracked her down across time and distance and has found her. But she's not the same girl he remembers. Rather than completely cowering in fear, she lashes out with her knife to try and send the message that she has a bite to her now. She's not going to be his victim any longer.
What might have been a hand once upon a time comes in contact with her face, making her lip bleed as she recoils. But she doesn't stop slashing with her knife. It just seems like no matter how much she attacks, her small blade doesn't do much of any damage. All she has to do is hold her own until Johnnie gets there, and they can take care of this together.]
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My gun is in the bag.
[But she leans over to unzip and pull it out, clutching it tight in both hands as her thighs squeeze tight to keep her on the bike.]
Chrissyyyyyyyy....
[Her name is shouted like a taunt, and she takes aim and fires. If it actually hits it, she has no idea, because she's distracted by the way its mouth is curling upward.]
Miiiiiiiiine.
[It roars, and Chrissy shrieks as she fires again. That's when the figure moves, launching toward them in a rushing dive. It remains on what looks like all fours as it runs, making her shout in alarm as it gains ground on them. Seconds pass, and it's looming over them, making a grab for the bike with one twisted limb. While it latches on and slows down the bike, it uses another jagged part of itself to grab her and physically remove her from the bike.
The gun in her hand is dropped in the process, but even as she screams she's pulling out her knife. It takes a few seconds of darkness being all around her that she realizes this thing has shoved her inside of it, and is busy running away. Well, that just won't do. No one's taking her away from Johnnie again. So she uses that knife in her hand to slash and stab and cut.
She knows she must be hurting it, because it growls and roars in pain, and ejects her out onto the pavement. She's covered in goo, but her eyes are perfectly fine. And as she moves to pick herself up, she notices exactly what is on that tattered remains of a jacket. It's a letter jacket, green and white. With a very identifiable H patch, with a name embroidered on it.]
Jason.
[His name is whispered, and she looks up at him in terror as he stretches out tall over her. She can clearly see the very distinct gash and scarring from where Johnnie split him nearly in two back in New York. This is what Jason's turned into since then, a monster. One that's somehow tracked her down across time and distance and has found her. But she's not the same girl he remembers. Rather than completely cowering in fear, she lashes out with her knife to try and send the message that she has a bite to her now. She's not going to be his victim any longer.
What might have been a hand once upon a time comes in contact with her face, making her lip bleed as she recoils. But she doesn't stop slashing with her knife. It just seems like no matter how much she attacks, her small blade doesn't do much of any damage. All she has to do is hold her own until Johnnie gets there, and they can take care of this together.]