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𝐗𝐋𝐈𝐕

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐋𝐈𝐕: 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈 𝐏𝐓.𝟐

𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄. Hence, why she then pulled out the scissors almost as quickly as she stabbed them in. Luckily, Maggie had crap aim, so she just got the shoulder, and she didn't go too deep. As Maggie was panicking over the blood that was pouring steadily from Hannah's shoulder, Pavil was behind her, pulling her away and opening the door. 

"I just stabbed someone," she muttered, still in shock. 

"Maggie, she'll be fine. We won't be if we run into any guards," Pavil whispered back to her, walking through the halls as they turned corners.

They just about seemed to be doing fine. They managed to sneak past soldiers, managed to pass doors without being seen, managed to be undetected. They were just about to pass some soldiers that were talking as they walked down the hall away from the two. It seemed to give them a good chance. That all went downhill when Maggie's clumsiness just had to show itself at this time. Her feet didn't want to cooperate with her, so she kicked the back of her foot, and she was unable to gather her footing, meaning that she fell quite audibly. Pavil turned to look at her with wide eyes and she rubber her chin, having bumped it when she hit the ground. The soldiers that were walking away from them stopped talking, and stopped walking. Maggie noticed the silence, opting to stay on the ground so not to make anymore noise. Pavil pressed his back to the wall. The footsteps slowly came closer to them, and Pavil made himself ready to fight. He tensed his muscles and waited. 

The soldiers then rounded the corner, guns immediately drawn. Pavil went into action, kicking one in the leg and knocking the gun out of the other's hands. Maggie heaved herself up quickly. She couldn't do much. She couldn't fight. She didn't know how. But she was very good at improvising. So she simply just started slapping and kicking the man that had his legs buckled. Because of her flailing, she manage to wrestle the gun from the soldier's hands, pointing it at him.

"I'm gonna let you know right now, I don't actually know how to use this," she stated, her hands remarkably still. The soldier she had been whacking put his hands up as Pavil and the other soldier stopped their own fighting. "Forgive me if I have a muscle spasm that just so happens to be in my two pointer fingers."

The soldier she was pointing the gun at stared at her. "I was the one that shot you when you escaped for the first time."

Maggie recalled, her face falling slack as her grip got loose. She remembered that it was the action that made her get onto that table for the first time. There was a sort of fuse burning in her head, sort of making its way to somewhere, the burning line growing shorter and shorter as she remembered the chain of events that flurried through her head. The fuse went past the memory of her and Pavil taking turns running their throats ragged with their screaming. It went past the guard that came to get them to keep trying to kill them. It went past Hannah, and Angela, and Maya. Pavil's brother, Bellamy, all the other delinquents. How they suffered at the hands of the Mountain Men. The fire went past Lorelai Tsing, Cage Wallace, Lovejoy.