Time Child

Syringe vs. Knife

  A fight ensues between Leonard and Greta. 

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Greta jumped back, missing Leonard's swinging arm by an inch, the blade ripping into the air as she stumbled to her side and crashed against the side of Sara's bed; pain shot up her body but her hand remained wrapped around the syringe, that at the moment was the only thing that could get her out of that hell hole, if she was agile enough to inject Leonard, that was.

Leonard stumbled forward, almost losing balance, because whatever was that had possessed the leader of the Rogues, it didn't have the grace he did; Greta pressed herself against the bed and glanced around the room, trying to find a way to get out of the room or even something to defend herself against the armed Rogue.

"Hey asshole!" she barked, Leonard turned to her, the tar was stretching further over his face and Greta had the horrible sensation that when the strings reached his eyes, they would simply crawl inside his eye socket.

With a loud growl, he threw himself to her, Greta pressed her but against the bed and leaned back, raising her right leg just as Leonard threw at her, his arm stretched forward with the knife; Greta moved her head to the left, her eyes closed tight and her leg shot forward, hitting Leonard on the stomach. She heard a groan and then a crash, her eyes popped open as Leonard pushed himself to a sitting position.

"RUN!" her mins screamed, her lips parted, part of her wanted to help him, but a bigger part of her wanted to live, so she pushed herself away from the bed and leaped forward as Leonard tried to grab her ankle.

"RUN! RUN! RUN!" she kept screaming, the voice almost coming in that of her step father's reminding her that there was no shame in retreating from a fight; her shoulder crashed against the doorframe but she forced herself forward and out of the room and into the dim corridor.

She heard a scrambling and she knew Snart was already on his feet and ready to chase after her, whatever this thing was, whatever it was doing to its hosts, it was giving them a lot of strength and a lot of stamina and more than that, with every single punch and every single push, the anger in them grew, fueling them further with more deadly desire and right now all Leonard could see was red and Greta as she dashed down the corridor.

"GRETA!" he roared, and it wasn't his voice, it was horrid and it sent chills down her body like nails against a chalkboard.

She looked over her shoulder, the dimmed lights in the hallway making the shadows longer and scarier; she saw his form, rapidly approaching her, knife in hand and half of his face almost fully covered in the tar; and a realization hit her.

"You are not going to outrun him" she skidded down the hallway, heading towards the hall that would lead to her room, if she could get one of the batons she was sure she could fight him and probably knock him out and inject the antidote into his transforming body.

The echo of his footfalls got louder and closer but Greta was so close to her room that there was no way she was stopping now, because it was clear for anyone to see that if she allowed Leonard to corner her, he was going to kill her, she knew it and he knew it and there was no way to hide from that.

The light from her room was off, but the lights from the hallway would have to be enough and if she remembered correctly she had left the batons over the desk after she had screamed and thrown away the gift from Leonard that she no longer wanted, because that she was willing to fight him in order to help him, didn't mean that she had forgotten that he had thrown a glass at her face; she hadn't forgotten his hurtful words either.

She scrambled into the room, the lights from the hallway illuminating the room partially but she could see the shape of the desk; with just one hand available to fend Leonard off, Greta threw herself like a starved woman towards the desk. Her left hand wrapped around the back of the chair and she yanked it out from under the desk, throwing it back with all the force she had, trying to make an obstacle between herself and Leonard; her hand reached forward to grab the baton, the item sitting at the back of the desk when she felt it.