Sanctuary Fic - Fall
Title: Fall
Characters/Pairing:Helen, Adam
Rating: Teen
Summary: Breach episode tag.
The momentum of running full pelt through twisting corridors blew the hair back from her face. Once again, she regretted not having pulled it back, but this was supposed to be a simple meeting, not a fight for her life.
At first she was angry. How dare this unknown person trap her in a building to play cat and mouse? She was not someone to be toyed with. Their altercations were short and intense. Headbut. Kick. She was thrown back onto the floor. It smelt like rot and decay, and what little skin came in contact with it felt slime, though most of her concentration was focused on not crying out at the pain caused by the wooden beams she had landed on. She jumped up as quickly as she could, clutching for the closest weapon she could find: a metal pole. As she moved it in a flurry about her body, feeling for the weight and balance, he looked on unimpressed. “Who are you!”
When she moved to attack, with blows that would break bone, he said “Wouldn’t” and stepped back and disappeared from her sight, reappearing at her exposed back. “You.” She pivoted to deliver another strike, but again found no resistance as the metal cut through air. Next he appeared at her side, she had been left unbalanced by the effort of her previous attack. “Like to know.” He left again, this time apparently not inclined to face her again. Coward.
She left the room in search of her captor, only to be thrown against the wall with enough force to rebound onto the floor and slide a couple of feet. Stubbornly, she rose to her feet, ignoring the bolts of pain from her back and right shoulder.
“Hello.” He was almost civil, gentlemanly.
“You locked me in her, jammed my phone, trapped me on purpose.” Her accusations had little effect.
“Basically, yes.”
“To make you feel good, having the upper hand.” He once again stepped back, appearing to pass through reality, and she grabbed her only defence, the pole she had dropped, as little good as it had done her. He reappeared behind her. “Stop it!”
“You mean stop doing…this.” He disappeared ad reappeared closer, far too much like John. One never knew where he would be next. The knife that had appeared at her throat was also too great a reminder of John. She suspected it was a purposeful attempt to disarm her. She broke away and he disappeared, and they started all over again.
Punch, kick, jab. “Stop. Hitting. Me” For her troubles she was thrown over a counter.
“Keystones. Location. Tell me.” His words came distorted from behind the mask, and fleetingly a recollection of Darth Veda crossed her mind.
The chain felt cold in her hand, rough and solid. Her fingers glided until she found the perfect way to grip it, and it felt like patting a poisonous snake. As soon as he stepped close enough, it sprang at him, whipped at his chest. She took the opportunity to leave.
What followed was a brief respite from any immediate attack, but she was constantly looking over her shoulder, turning to confront shadows, puzzling his motives and moves so that she wouldn’t be so utterly beaten next time. There was a leaf, suspended outside the window, and she was faced with the same sensation as she did when fighting, or heavily involved in her work. Time lost its meaning, moving so fast she could barely breathe. Though, now it was literal.
Then she was fighting again. Chain, sweep, jump, run, hide, dodge, swing, punch, kick, knee, jab, twist, pull.
Adam. “Don’t tell me you haven’t forgotten me.”
She didn’t know half the words that were spoken after that.
“It’s nice seeing you again, hope to see you soon.” He said it with the hope he’d had, following them around Oxford.
“Me too.”
“Devious bitch.”
“Hello Adam.”
“Call me Hyde.”
“Why? It’s not your real name.” Slowly she circled him, trying to get into a position that favoured her in a fight.
“No, but Adam Worth just seems so weak and pathetic.”
She pulled the fluorescent light down on his head, hoping it would blind him, but judging by the faint flicker it gave off, it would only serve as a distraction.
Run. Hide. Talk, slash, punch, slash, swing. Run, remember. Hide, climb, punch, punch, breathe, yell, talk, breathe, pull, turn, watch, plan, prepare, search, listen, look, track, prepare, look, climb, look, climb, hide, hear, watch, move, hide, sneak, look, hide, look, prepare, turn, run, grab, push…
Fall.
If the moments leading up to this were tense, entering the window was unimaginable. Light blinded her, yet simultaneously she was shocked by the darkness pressing in on her eyes. Sound boomed and hissed and thrashed in the air around her, pressure building up until she could crumble and be blown apart by the force of the wind hitting her face, drawing moisture from her eyes. Air solid and so thin she couldn’t breathe. Up and down and out all rolled up into one sense of sheer panic as she clung to Adam. Hitting the wet floor was a relief, despite how painful it was, because the world was right and definite. Her senses weren’t cramming into her head like children vying for attention with the biggest problem.
There was her first weapon, her metal lance, where she had placed it for just this moment. When blood coated the end, she realised this had been his plan. To get her so worked up and confused, desperate to get out of his trap, that she caved into his demands. “If you want to save Gregory you need me. ME!. Take me to your Sanctuary!”
When she burst through the door, just seconds after the bullet she had shot hours ago, her world was supposed to be right again. Time, light and gravity as is should be. But her world had been turned upside down.
Characters/Pairing:Helen, Adam
Rating: Teen
Summary: Breach episode tag.
The momentum of running full pelt through twisting corridors blew the hair back from her face. Once again, she regretted not having pulled it back, but this was supposed to be a simple meeting, not a fight for her life.
At first she was angry. How dare this unknown person trap her in a building to play cat and mouse? She was not someone to be toyed with. Their altercations were short and intense. Headbut. Kick. She was thrown back onto the floor. It smelt like rot and decay, and what little skin came in contact with it felt slime, though most of her concentration was focused on not crying out at the pain caused by the wooden beams she had landed on. She jumped up as quickly as she could, clutching for the closest weapon she could find: a metal pole. As she moved it in a flurry about her body, feeling for the weight and balance, he looked on unimpressed. “Who are you!”
When she moved to attack, with blows that would break bone, he said “Wouldn’t” and stepped back and disappeared from her sight, reappearing at her exposed back. “You.” She pivoted to deliver another strike, but again found no resistance as the metal cut through air. Next he appeared at her side, she had been left unbalanced by the effort of her previous attack. “Like to know.” He left again, this time apparently not inclined to face her again. Coward.
She left the room in search of her captor, only to be thrown against the wall with enough force to rebound onto the floor and slide a couple of feet. Stubbornly, she rose to her feet, ignoring the bolts of pain from her back and right shoulder.
“Hello.” He was almost civil, gentlemanly.
“You locked me in her, jammed my phone, trapped me on purpose.” Her accusations had little effect.
“Basically, yes.”
“To make you feel good, having the upper hand.” He once again stepped back, appearing to pass through reality, and she grabbed her only defence, the pole she had dropped, as little good as it had done her. He reappeared behind her. “Stop it!”
“You mean stop doing…this.” He disappeared ad reappeared closer, far too much like John. One never knew where he would be next. The knife that had appeared at her throat was also too great a reminder of John. She suspected it was a purposeful attempt to disarm her. She broke away and he disappeared, and they started all over again.
Punch, kick, jab. “Stop. Hitting. Me” For her troubles she was thrown over a counter.
“Keystones. Location. Tell me.” His words came distorted from behind the mask, and fleetingly a recollection of Darth Veda crossed her mind.
The chain felt cold in her hand, rough and solid. Her fingers glided until she found the perfect way to grip it, and it felt like patting a poisonous snake. As soon as he stepped close enough, it sprang at him, whipped at his chest. She took the opportunity to leave.
What followed was a brief respite from any immediate attack, but she was constantly looking over her shoulder, turning to confront shadows, puzzling his motives and moves so that she wouldn’t be so utterly beaten next time. There was a leaf, suspended outside the window, and she was faced with the same sensation as she did when fighting, or heavily involved in her work. Time lost its meaning, moving so fast she could barely breathe. Though, now it was literal.
Then she was fighting again. Chain, sweep, jump, run, hide, dodge, swing, punch, kick, knee, jab, twist, pull.
Adam. “Don’t tell me you haven’t forgotten me.”
She didn’t know half the words that were spoken after that.
“It’s nice seeing you again, hope to see you soon.” He said it with the hope he’d had, following them around Oxford.
“Me too.”
“Devious bitch.”
“Hello Adam.”
“Call me Hyde.”
“Why? It’s not your real name.” Slowly she circled him, trying to get into a position that favoured her in a fight.
“No, but Adam Worth just seems so weak and pathetic.”
She pulled the fluorescent light down on his head, hoping it would blind him, but judging by the faint flicker it gave off, it would only serve as a distraction.
Run. Hide. Talk, slash, punch, slash, swing. Run, remember. Hide, climb, punch, punch, breathe, yell, talk, breathe, pull, turn, watch, plan, prepare, search, listen, look, track, prepare, look, climb, look, climb, hide, hear, watch, move, hide, sneak, look, hide, look, prepare, turn, run, grab, push…
Fall.
If the moments leading up to this were tense, entering the window was unimaginable. Light blinded her, yet simultaneously she was shocked by the darkness pressing in on her eyes. Sound boomed and hissed and thrashed in the air around her, pressure building up until she could crumble and be blown apart by the force of the wind hitting her face, drawing moisture from her eyes. Air solid and so thin she couldn’t breathe. Up and down and out all rolled up into one sense of sheer panic as she clung to Adam. Hitting the wet floor was a relief, despite how painful it was, because the world was right and definite. Her senses weren’t cramming into her head like children vying for attention with the biggest problem.
There was her first weapon, her metal lance, where she had placed it for just this moment. When blood coated the end, she realised this had been his plan. To get her so worked up and confused, desperate to get out of his trap, that she caved into his demands. “If you want to save Gregory you need me. ME!. Take me to your Sanctuary!”
When she burst through the door, just seconds after the bullet she had shot hours ago, her world was supposed to be right again. Time, light and gravity as is should be. But her world had been turned upside down.