06-15-2015, 09:14 AM
"...w-what?" Millie asked, confused. Behemoth wasn't making any sense to her; how could this guy enter her head? How many voices could she have running around in there? Her eyes flicked to the revolver for a third, time. Maybe...just maybe she could surprise this man and lunge for it. He didn't seem to be in particularly good health, but she wasn't sure if this other...thing...in her head would allow it. Could she trick this guy if he was...psychic or whatever?
"I want to hear exactly what you plan on doing..." Millie said, trying to buy some time. If she could get this guy talking, maybe she could distract him long enough so that she could make her move. Behemoth smirked again and began to speak of his plan. Millie was only half listening as she flexed her calves in anticipation of grabbing for the firearm. When he seemed to be in the middle of his monologue, Millie lunged forwards haphazardly and tried to snatch for the gun. Her legs, weak from sitting for so long and slight blood loss, went out from under her and she managed to wobble three quick steps before slamming into the chair. The polished revolver went skittering across the floor towards the edge of the dock. She heard Behemoth grunt in frustration and get up to move, but the frantic girl threw herself towards where the gun had fallen and scrambled on her hands and knees for the last few feet before rolling over on to her back and weakly training the gun on Behemoth.
"You...you take me out of here." she said, swallowing a bolus of fear-induced bile. "You take me away from here and to a hospital." she said, real anger beginning to course through her voice. She was clearly very unstable...Behemoth would have to be cautious in handling her...
"I want to hear exactly what you plan on doing..." Millie said, trying to buy some time. If she could get this guy talking, maybe she could distract him long enough so that she could make her move. Behemoth smirked again and began to speak of his plan. Millie was only half listening as she flexed her calves in anticipation of grabbing for the firearm. When he seemed to be in the middle of his monologue, Millie lunged forwards haphazardly and tried to snatch for the gun. Her legs, weak from sitting for so long and slight blood loss, went out from under her and she managed to wobble three quick steps before slamming into the chair. The polished revolver went skittering across the floor towards the edge of the dock. She heard Behemoth grunt in frustration and get up to move, but the frantic girl threw herself towards where the gun had fallen and scrambled on her hands and knees for the last few feet before rolling over on to her back and weakly training the gun on Behemoth.
"You...you take me out of here." she said, swallowing a bolus of fear-induced bile. "You take me away from here and to a hospital." she said, real anger beginning to course through her voice. She was clearly very unstable...Behemoth would have to be cautious in handling her...
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued