stbethadettes: (front of St. Bernadette's)
stbethadettes ([personal profile] stbethadettes) wrote2006-07-13 12:36 pm

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It's the first time someone's tried to enter the church since she's been back, and yeah, it kind of surprises her.

Sitting there on the front pew, her open book in her hand, Beth listens for a minute.

The amazons wouldn't bother with just trying to open the front doors. They'd get down to business, maybe shoot an arrow through another one of her goddamn windows. She doesn't expect decorum from those chicks.

Whoever it is will probably go away when they realize the doors are locked.

There's another push on the door, this one harder, and Beth quietly closes her book, putting it down, and stands up, just waiting.

They can't get in. They'll have to leave.

[identity profile] no-real-hero.livejournal.com 2006-07-20 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
That's it. No one gets to pull this shit, not on her time.

"Like hell."

As one of the chicks in armor rushes forward, she reaches for her gun. "Don't--"

And then she fires. BLAM! The bullet hits the metal chest of one of the girl's armor and she falls; it ricochets off with a sick metallic thudding sound.

Fuck! And I didn't ever want to do that again! The EMT that's never stopped living inside her, not even the moment Joe died in her arms, steps forward; the soldier or whatever the fuck she is just... lies there on the ground, not moving.

Jesus.

"Oh, my God. Are you...?"

Fuck!

The next thing Hero does is make a loud and completely incoherent sound as that girl's staff meets her chin, hard.

And that's all she knows.