[Clara cries out in pain as she's thrown to the floor. That cry turns into a scream as her hand is kicked. What good luck that they've managed to kick the hand on the arm they broke so many months ago. Worried that another kick may follow, she tries rolling and curling in on herself, leaving the sonic to be flung across the room for now.
She'll have to get up and get it again eventually. That chance becomes less and less likely as he throws himself down on top of her. The weight forced against her steals her breath away, leaving her to register the fact he's just called her a bitch without the ability to properly gasp or say anything in return. She can only thrash and try to buck him off, even while he draws out a weapon.
There's not a doubt in her mind now that he'll kill her.
That serves to make her scream in frustration, really trying to squirm and get out from under him. But when a strike never comes, she goes still. Her eyes open, wide and fearful, looking up at him. Chest rising and falling in rapid rhythm, she's further panicked when she feels his tears hit her face. They mingle with her own, which are slowly trickling down her cheeks. ]
Newt?
[Her voice feels rough after being strangled, but she tries to get through to him all the same. She thinks to each and every moment she's shared with Newt. All of the missions they've worked together on. All the times they'd stay up late together, laughing and joking. The secrets they've shared. The countless hugs and sweet kisses they've had, the tears they've shed together.
She loves him, and can't leave him now. ]
Newt, it's okay. [Her voice cracks as she says it, and she tries smiling through her tears.] Do what you need to do.
[She's already dead, she reminds herself. But she also believes he has the power still to make it so she doesn't die a second time. Even through all the nasty, awful things he's said to her, she knows Newt is still in there. And he loves her too, cares about her enough to keep that dagger from coming down.]
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She'll have to get up and get it again eventually. That chance becomes less and less likely as he throws himself down on top of her. The weight forced against her steals her breath away, leaving her to register the fact he's just called her a bitch without the ability to properly gasp or say anything in return. She can only thrash and try to buck him off, even while he draws out a weapon.
There's not a doubt in her mind now that he'll kill her.
That serves to make her scream in frustration, really trying to squirm and get out from under him. But when a strike never comes, she goes still. Her eyes open, wide and fearful, looking up at him. Chest rising and falling in rapid rhythm, she's further panicked when she feels his tears hit her face. They mingle with her own, which are slowly trickling down her cheeks. ]
Newt?
[Her voice feels rough after being strangled, but she tries to get through to him all the same. She thinks to each and every moment she's shared with Newt. All of the missions they've worked together on. All the times they'd stay up late together, laughing and joking. The secrets they've shared. The countless hugs and sweet kisses they've had, the tears they've shed together.
She loves him, and can't leave him now. ]
Newt, it's okay. [Her voice cracks as she says it, and she tries smiling through her tears.] Do what you need to do.
[She's already dead, she reminds herself. But she also believes he has the power still to make it so she doesn't die a second time. Even through all the nasty, awful things he's said to her, she knows Newt is still in there. And he loves her too, cares about her enough to keep that dagger from coming down.]