Sometimes in life you meet the people that you think you trust
Who; Gwen Cooper & Nathan Drake
What; This one time Gwen got shot... Déjà vu anyone?
Where; Alley by a bar
When; February 21st
Rating; Some blood and likely a bunch of cussing
Status; Ongoing/Closed
The pain that had been building in her side hadn't eased after a few pints, Gwen now bracing herself against a rough brick wall as she stopped to try and catch her breath, memories of a day that seemed so long ago flooding back to her as she gripped at her abdomen, eyes closed, trying not to think about her less than pleasant trip to the country-side. In a strange way, this place wasn't all that different. It seemed harmless enough, almost peaceful at times but there was always something lurking around every corner. Just when you thought it was safe to relax, something would rear it's ugly head and bite you in the ass.
Gwen lifted her hand away, something wet slipping between her fingers and she had to blink, hoping that when she refocused that it wouldn't really have been red she saw staining her skin. Couldn't be really because that, she'd lived that nightmare once before and no matter how much this place wanted to punish them, would it really do that again? Would it really be so completely fucking horrible that it would make her undergo one of the most horrifying days of her life, shortly after making her relive the worst one of them all.
As if to answer that thought, her legs grew weak, unable to keep herself upright and she crumpled to the ground, what could only be described as a strangled moan escaping her lips as her hand moved back to her now wet shirt, instinctively touching at a place she had traced more than a hundred times in the mirror and though she wanted to deny it, wanted now more than ever to believe that this was just a phantom memory, she knew better. And though it was the last thing she should ever have wanted in all the world, she found herself desperately wishing that Owen was here to save her again.
What; This one time Gwen got shot... Déjà vu anyone?
Where; Alley by a bar
When; February 21st
Rating; Some blood and likely a bunch of cussing
Status; Ongoing/Closed
The pain that had been building in her side hadn't eased after a few pints, Gwen now bracing herself against a rough brick wall as she stopped to try and catch her breath, memories of a day that seemed so long ago flooding back to her as she gripped at her abdomen, eyes closed, trying not to think about her less than pleasant trip to the country-side. In a strange way, this place wasn't all that different. It seemed harmless enough, almost peaceful at times but there was always something lurking around every corner. Just when you thought it was safe to relax, something would rear it's ugly head and bite you in the ass.
Gwen lifted her hand away, something wet slipping between her fingers and she had to blink, hoping that when she refocused that it wouldn't really have been red she saw staining her skin. Couldn't be really because that, she'd lived that nightmare once before and no matter how much this place wanted to punish them, would it really do that again? Would it really be so completely fucking horrible that it would make her undergo one of the most horrifying days of her life, shortly after making her relive the worst one of them all.
As if to answer that thought, her legs grew weak, unable to keep herself upright and she crumpled to the ground, what could only be described as a strangled moan escaping her lips as her hand moved back to her now wet shirt, instinctively touching at a place she had traced more than a hundred times in the mirror and though she wanted to deny it, wanted now more than ever to believe that this was just a phantom memory, she knew better. And though it was the last thing she should ever have wanted in all the world, she found herself desperately wishing that Owen was here to save her again.