"You're weak Clara," Bonnie sneered holding her neck firmly in her left hand. "Will you survive if I strangle you? Why don't we find out?" Clara's feet were an inch off the ground.
Clara looked down at Bonnie, slightly shorter than her, a defiant look on her face.
"Put her down," said Ashildr, aiming Bonnie's gun directly at her head. She walked slowly towards her until the gun was planted on her right temple. "Most powerful tranquiliser in the universe, remember?"
Bonnie still held Clara's neck, there was a red colour appearing around her grip. Clara's eyes rolled backwards.
"I won't ask you again Bonnie," said Ashildr, rotating the gun sideways. "If this is the tranquiliser you're using to knock out someone immortal, I'd love to see what it does to you."
Bonnie stayed still, tightening her grip, fingernails beginning to dig in. "Not a killer am I?" she said to Clara, "I could kill you now with a single thought."
"Last warning," said Ashildr. "Let... her... go."
Bonnie turned her head, still throttling Clara, looked at her smiling. Ashildr heard a crack as Clara's windpipe collapsed.
Ashildr looked back, repositioning the gun in between her eyes and pulled the trigger. It clicked but nothing happened. Ashildr tried it twice more, only emitting a sharp click. She took it in her hands and looked at it. Bonnie laughed at her.
"Oh dear, sorry, did I tell you it has biometric controls?"
Bonnie turned back to Clara, a purple mottling now covering her entire neck. Clara tried to speak, but no words came out.
"I guess I'm going to have to do this the hard way then," said Ashildr, picking up one of the heavy glasses on top of the counter, hitting Bonnie over the head with it as hard as she could, causing her neck to crack and push her to the floor. Clara collapsed in a heap against the wall, hands clutching her neck.
Ashildr dropped the gun and kicked it behind her, it scattered with a scraping sound.
Bonnie stood up and straightened her neck, snarling at Ashildr. The impact had set her right shoulder back into place, she rotated and clenched her fist, getting the feeling back.
They eyed each other pacing in a circle, waiting for someone to make the first move.
Ashildr launched at Bonnie, knocking her to the ground, she aimed a punch at her head which landed square on the floor as Bonnie dodged out of the way.
Bonnie lifted both of her legs up to push Ashildr off her, throwing her backwards in the air towards the upended bar stools. She stood up and strode over to Ashildr, stamping on her stomach roughly, winding her.
Ashildr picked up a nearby bar stool and threw it up towards Bonnie, knocking her off balance towards the booth tables. She walked to Bonnie and picked her up by her injured arm and pulled it roughly towards her. Bonnie grimaced in pain. Ashildr twisted her arm behind her and shoved her towards the open door. Bonnie held on to the door frame as Ashildr positioned her over the edge. There were grey clouds beneath them now.
"I will do it," snarled Ashildr, "I bet you come off worse than me, we're over a mile up."
Saying nothing, Bonnie crouched down and threw Ashildr over the top of her out of the open door. Bonnie held onto the floor with her good arm, Ashildr clung onto her right wrist out into the drop below.
Ashildr lost her grip on Bonnie's wrist, but grabbed onto her left leg with her other arm. She slipped down to hang on to her left ankle above her boot with both hands. Bonnie kicked her other leg towards Ashildr, catching her right arm and forcing it away. Bonnie kicked her left leg, Ashildr lost her grip and had nothing else to grab on to. Bonnie looked down to see Ashildr fall into the grey cloud below.
Bonnie slowly got her right arm inside the diner door and edged her way inside. She pulled herself up against the floor, collapsing exhausted once she swung her legs up.
Bonnie got to her feet by using a nearby bar stool to help her up. She looked down and out of the door, towards the clouds, wondering what to do. She dusted off her jacket, smoothing it down.
She looked around the diner, and walked towards the rear, passing Clara on the way.
Clara was slumped in front of the counter, head between her legs, motionless. Bonnie kneeled down to look at her, pulling her head up by her hair roughly to look in her eyes. Clara's head lolled back.
"Well, I hope you believe me now," said Bonnie. "This... restaurant is my ticket out of here." Bonnie got up, leaving Clara collapsed. "How does it work, this thing?" she said at Clara. "How does it fly?"
Clara did not respond, she fell down sideways onto the floor.
Bonnie walked towards the rear door and it opened automatically, leading Bonnie into a set of toilet stalls. Bonnie went inside both toilets and found nothing. She went into the kitchen, looking in cupboards, scattering utensils and banging heavily on the walls.
"How does it work?" Bonnie shouted, louder this time, emerging back into the seated area.
Bonnie pulled Clara upright, pinning her against the counter. Clara opened her eyes slightly, her mouth hung open.
"Tell me now!"
Clara mouthed something that came out as a hoarse whisper due to her crushed windpipe.
"Speak up, tell me!"
Clara coughed and pointed towards the rear door.
"There is nothing back there apart from toilets, how does it fly?" Bonnie demanded.
Clara whispered something quietly, Bonnie dropped her down and walked towards the front door.
"Looking for this?" Clara said, on the floor, non-vocalised, directly behind her.
Bonnie spun around to look at Clara. As she did, Clara shot her in the stomach with the tranquiliser gun. It shot out a small dart which stuck into her coat.
"No!" Bonnie cried. She walked back towards Clara, but after one pace lurched forward to the floor, flat onto her face.
