They were making good progress toward the exit— or at least, so Sawyer hoped, having no way of actually knowing when the two of them could leave the dream and find themselves on the island again. But there were a few Reavers who broke away from the rest, fast runners who were catching up even as Sawyer felt his chest was practically burning from the effort to pull ahead, and it forced him to turn over his shoulder and shoot a few bullets in their general direction.
Bang, one hit.
Bang, another.
But the more disconcerting part came in when they fell to the ground, suddenly all wearing that pudgy face Sawyer had come to know months ago, the guy who had the misfortune of being the subject of a con run on Sawyer himself. It was enough to drain the color from Sawyer's face again, because while he'd killed a man without regret, that man was not this one. Was not an innocent.
Fortunately, before too long, he found himself in the dark again, staring at a retreating cloud of fog as his hand was still tightly wrapped around Helen's wrist.
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Date: 2010-11-14 05:46 pm (UTC)Bang, one hit.
Bang, another.
But the more disconcerting part came in when they fell to the ground, suddenly all wearing that pudgy face Sawyer had come to know months ago, the guy who had the misfortune of being the subject of a con run on Sawyer himself. It was enough to drain the color from Sawyer's face again, because while he'd killed a man without regret, that man was not this one. Was not an innocent.
Fortunately, before too long, he found himself in the dark again, staring at a retreating cloud of fog as his hand was still tightly wrapped around Helen's wrist.