[ there's not much lorna hates more than cages, except for people who put mutants in them. she doesn't have to have thunderbird's powers to know something's wrong here. the air smells sickly and stale, like fear, like the asylum - too many unwashed bodies crowded together. the scene before her swims into clarity. it doesn't matter if it's a dream. there's a child here. and she doesn't understand german, but she doesn't have to.
she couldn't protect sonia or the struckers from dr. campbell, but boy can she do this.
some instinctive, bloodborne part of her understands intrinsically what she needs to do here. the click of the pistol sees her snap into action. lorna's powers flare green and bright. the gun flips and fires into shaw's temple. ]
Fucker.
[ she hisses the word like a feral cat, giving him a sound kick with her steel-toed boots once he's down. spits on his corpse. then there's the matter of the kid. her gaze passes to him, and there's kindness there but it's uncomfortable.
she is way better at murdering bad dudes than caring for soft little ones. ]
falling down the stairs
she couldn't protect sonia or the struckers from dr. campbell, but boy can she do this.
some instinctive, bloodborne part of her understands intrinsically what she needs to do here. the click of the pistol sees her snap into action. lorna's powers flare green and bright. the gun flips and fires into shaw's temple. ]
Fucker.
[ she hisses the word like a feral cat, giving him a sound kick with her steel-toed boots once he's down. spits on his corpse. then there's the matter of the kid. her gaze passes to him, and there's kindness there but it's uncomfortable.
she is way better at murdering bad dudes than caring for soft little ones. ]