Caroline stared at Bruce Banner - and made the decision that she did not like whatever Bruce Banner was- no, she really, really didn't, because he was twice as big as he was a second ago, and he ran for the forcefield, and the only thing she could think to say - besides the really quiet Shit was a vaguely incredulous "Seriously?"
Which was just long enough for him to get knocked onto the floor, and flip back to his feet, and then he just... ran himself into the wall, denting the metal panels on the wall with a shower of sparks, loud beep lost in the sound of the crash. "What the-" She scrambled away from him, standing between two of the beds, her back to the wall as he turned, and stared at her. She stared back, the man's eyes totally gone behind the monster's, and she didn't even have time to think before his hand smashed into her, throwing her into the far wall.
Thank god, it wasn't her first rodeo. Catching herself, Caroline pushed herself away, moving in a blur to grab one of the beds, the metal coming from the ground with a screech. "I'm really sorry, guy." She slammed it into his head, her fingers digging into the metal frame as her muscles screamed - it wasn't that heavy, but it hurt, and she couldn't think about it because he just sort of shook his head, grabbing the bed with one hand and tossing it out of the room like it was a ball of paper.
She stared at him with wide eyes, trying to form words, something to supplement the Please that slipped out of her mouth, way too quiet as he reached for her, when she could feel his fingers digging into her stomach, when she could feel the flaring pain that was worse than Alaric, worse than her dad, that was worse than anything-- She screamed, and she could taste blood in her mouth, trying to get free even as he swung her at the wall and everything went black. There was a spatter of blood on the wall, smearing down to wear she lay broken on the floor, her eyes sightless and blank as she stared at nothing, the pool of blood slowly spreading under her head, her arm at an odd angle.
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Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. Shit. Shit.
Caroline stared at Bruce Banner - and made the decision that she did not like whatever Bruce Banner was- no, she really, really didn't, because he was twice as big as he was a second ago, and he ran for the forcefield, and the only thing she could think to say - besides the really quiet Shit was a vaguely incredulous "Seriously?"
Which was just long enough for him to get knocked onto the floor, and flip back to his feet, and then he just... ran himself into the wall, denting the metal panels on the wall with a shower of sparks, loud beep lost in the sound of the crash. "What the-" She scrambled away from him, standing between two of the beds, her back to the wall as he turned, and stared at her. She stared back, the man's eyes totally gone behind the monster's, and she didn't even have time to think before his hand smashed into her, throwing her into the far wall.
Thank god, it wasn't her first rodeo. Catching herself, Caroline pushed herself away, moving in a blur to grab one of the beds, the metal coming from the ground with a screech. "I'm really sorry, guy." She slammed it into his head, her fingers digging into the metal frame as her muscles screamed - it wasn't that heavy, but it hurt, and she couldn't think about it because he just sort of shook his head, grabbing the bed with one hand and tossing it out of the room like it was a ball of paper.
She stared at him with wide eyes, trying to form words, something to supplement the Please that slipped out of her mouth, way too quiet as he reached for her, when she could feel his fingers digging into her stomach, when she could feel the flaring pain that was worse than Alaric, worse than her dad, that was worse than anything-- She screamed, and she could taste blood in her mouth, trying to get free even as he swung her at the wall and everything went black. There was a spatter of blood on the wall, smearing down to wear she lay broken on the floor, her eyes sightless and blank as she stared at nothing, the pool of blood slowly spreading under her head, her arm at an odd angle.