The clang is a familiar one. Faye turns around, too late to see much movement in all of the dark, but instinct tells her to run in the opposite direction of the noise. Always in the opposite direction of the noise. Her own heels grate against the ground as she holds her Glock up in the direction of the shadows, her pulse pounding in her ears, her finger on the trigger and thumb ready to knock off the safety. Too late, however, it feels like she watches the explosion in slow-motion. She's heard of this type of thing happening before, heard of hunters mentioning how sometimes the briefest of instants can take an eternity to pass.
They say it only happens when one is about to die.
Shutting her eyes quickly, Faye quickly stumbles towards a pillar standing in the distance, letting out a cry (one that she can't even hear) as she's suddenly thrown across the path. Her eyes are the first to open, although they sting from all the dust, kicked up even further when she coughs into the crook of her elbow. Her ears ring, and a brush of her fingers against her left lobe reveals a wetness there, Faye pushing herself as quickly as she can off the ground. Coughs prevent her from getting out of the way, and a small amount of alarm lodges in the back of her neck and spreads, passes over her skin like ice.
"Dammit," she grits out, eyes watering. "Who in the world uses a grenade to— coward." Rubbing the corner of her eyes against a shoulder, she aims the gun in front of her, backing away from the debris as she looks for any movement, any unusual shadows off to the side. A tinny laugh echoes through the hall, raising hairs at the back of her neck. She can only hope that Dean got out in time.
Knowing him, though, the blast will just end up bringing him right back.
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Date: 2011-07-27 02:12 am (UTC)They say it only happens when one is about to die.
Shutting her eyes quickly, Faye quickly stumbles towards a pillar standing in the distance, letting out a cry (one that she can't even hear) as she's suddenly thrown across the path. Her eyes are the first to open, although they sting from all the dust, kicked up even further when she coughs into the crook of her elbow. Her ears ring, and a brush of her fingers against her left lobe reveals a wetness there, Faye pushing herself as quickly as she can off the ground. Coughs prevent her from getting out of the way, and a small amount of alarm lodges in the back of her neck and spreads, passes over her skin like ice.
"Dammit," she grits out, eyes watering. "Who in the world uses a grenade to— coward." Rubbing the corner of her eyes against a shoulder, she aims the gun in front of her, backing away from the debris as she looks for any movement, any unusual shadows off to the side. A tinny laugh echoes through the hall, raising hairs at the back of her neck. She can only hope that Dean got out in time.
Knowing him, though, the blast will just end up bringing him right back.