She fired every shot of the stolen gun. With each pound that hit his chest she felt nothing but pure rage. He had deceived her, used her, and now made her feel unworthy of anything. It was as if, in the moment he admitted his true allegiance, her soul had turned black. Nothing but undeniable hatred was left.
When it came to the point that she pulled the trigger but no more bullets were discharged and the clicks of the empty barrel filled the room, she took a step forward. Revenge was flowing through her veins. Targeting her family, just because she was a Crouch descendant, that was unforgivable. Family was the most important thing to her.
But then, her family… was she even worthy of them now? She was the Bauer with principle. The girl who fought insistently with her best friend that she would never kill anyone, that it wasn't the way to win this war. That wasn't true anymore.
Guilt writhed through her and the grip on the gun loosened as her arm dropped in morbid realisation. She felt someone's hand clasp her wrist and remove the destructive weapon. She looked up, as her best friend, SC, walked backwards, not making eye contact. Then round towards Jack, whose face was in shock as he nursed his own minor injuries from the fight. Further on, she saw George's eyes darting cautiously up to her younger sister and then quickly back to Chase, who was drifting in and out of consciousness on the floor.
What had she become? This wasn't who she was. She was never destined to be a killer.
Only now it dawned on her the reason to run away, like SC, like Jack. She now understood. So, Nic followed suit. She transformed into her coyote form and with one last whimper of an apology, turned and run without looking back.