Because I can.
…...
In a second, Juliet has taken ahold of Corey's wrist snapping it back.
With a satisfying crack, the man screams, turning a vivid shade of purple.
He pulls his arm back into himself, curling around it, protective.
She hopes she broke it.
Quickly grasping the slick vial, she pulls it out of her body.
Blood bubbles up from where the needle was injected.
The sting is enough to make her eyes water.
She eyes the liquid, trying to remember her law enforcement training on unidentified substances.
The liquids clear, orderless.
Shit.
It could be anything.
Juliet palms the vial once, coming to a quick decision.
She needs the antidote.
Making the most out of her limited reach, Juliet strains across the council, plunging the remaining liquid into Corey's neck.
Now, with the liquid - poison - pulsing through his veins, the man should be more inclined to use an antidote.
Hands suddenly empty, Juliet turns away from Corey to claw at her seatbelt once more.
For his part, Corey stares at Juliet with wild-eyes, vial still hanging limply from his neck.
It's an odd combination.
Choking bruises coupled with a poisonous vial.
"What in the hell did you do!?" He screams at her, bending in and over himself.
His hand flops uselessly against his arm.
Juliet takes some small satisfaction that at least she did break it.
Locking her hands around the seatbelt fabric, she begins tearing nail beds as she tries to rip the fabric to set her free.
Her fingers begin to well up and bleed.
"What in the hell did you do?!" Corey chokes out again, ramming his head against the back of the headrest.
Glancing in his direction, Juliet watches as the man grapples with the vial in his throat.
Violently pulling it out, he glances once at her before bringing his arm back and smashing the glass over her hands.
Glass shatters against her knuckles and stars dance across her vision.
Hissing, she tells herself not to let go of the seatbelt.
Just a little longer.
Without another weapon, Corey pulls back and gives a quick right hook.
Her head connects with the driver's window.
She blacks out and comes too almost immediately.
The man's now standing in the passenger door, arm cradled tightly to his chest.
She wants to break the other wrist.
Leaning his head in, Corey bites out, "I can't wait to see you burn", before slamming the door shut behind him.
The impact vibrates the entire vehicle.
Breathing erratically, Juliet tries to wrap her broken fingers around the seatbelt.
They glide loosely to the safety release.
A small sob escapes her lips.
He's essentially placed her in a tomb.
Bringing her arm up, elbow out, Juliet brings as much force as possible into shattering the driver side window.
She can't accept this.
Three, four, five times she crushes her elbow against it trying to find a weakness until suddenly, she feels a dull throb hit her lower pelvis area.
She freezes.
"Please, please, god no…." Juliet moans out knowing what the throb means.
Forgetting about her useless fingers, her bruised elbow, her pounding head, Juliet wraps her arms around her lower torso.
Wanting to keep her daughter there.
"Please….."
Frightened, Juliet loses all sense of self-awareness.
She needs her husband.
She needs him now.
"SHAWN!" she screams out, "SHAWN! -"
Juliet suddenly cuts off and blinks, staring up at the rearview mirror.
Bright lights fill the interior...
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