𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒.
Somewhere far, far away from home. Not what it was. Not a normal afternoon with nothing to do.
And still we fight.
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THE SOUND OF her scream snaps Ellie into motion.
Her life isn't even a thought when she launches herself at Ghostface, fist slamming into that masked face with a force she hasn't used in a year. It distracts long enough for her to aim another blow at the chest and that's long enough for Tara to stagger away. Enough for what matters here and now. All her brain can think is TaraTaraTaraTaraTaraTara and it's enough for her to fuel her next movements.
Of course she has a gun.
“FUCKER!” She screams, the name wrenching from her throat as she whips the pistol from the holster. A shot's fired.
Ghostface collapses.
Tara's gotta get the fuck out of here.
“Tara, go!” Ellie yells. Tara pushes herself to her feet, throws herself forward and Ellie doesn't get the chance to open her mouth and ask what the hell she's doing before their hands are interlocked again, this time for a reason far worse than harmless popcorn.
“Tara-”
“I'm not leaving you! Come on!”
The head. It's the fucking head, same thing as it was last time. They always come back if you don't aim for the head yet Ellie can't bring herself to pull away now, slamming her entire body into the door the same time it's yanked open.
