He sat back in horror staring at his hand as Molly crawled backward away from him. She climbed onto her hands and knees pushing to her feet as he reached for her. Her foot escaped his grasp, but his needle swiped across the back of her leg scratching it.
Molly kept moving forward even as she felt the medicine taking effect, running down the hall and around the corner until she felt her knees give way. She fell to the ground, looking toward the end of the hall. There was a lift. A way out, if only she could crawl into it. He would be slowed down too wouldn't he? Unless the needle hadn't pierced his suit.
She pulled herself slowly across the carpet, her hip dragging on the ground. If the needle had been caught in his jacket, it might not have pierced his skin, then he would be able to move. Any minute now he could come around that corner. Any minute now he would grab her and lay her on that metal table. Then he would lovingly caress her skin with his sharp knives.
She fought to stay mobile, grabbing at the floor with her fingernails as the paralysis worked it's way upward. She reached out, but her hand slid down the wall unable to reach the button.