Summary: Yes, Alicia is going to "save" Elyza, what will happen now?
Lindsay rolls her eyes as Elyza turns on her heel and paces, murmuring the options for escape under her breath once again. "Sit down, Lex. You're gonna wear a hole through the floor."
Elyza sits down in a huff, glaring at Lindsay.
"What? It's not helping our situation and I'm getting tired watching you",Lindsay answers, rolling her eyes as she plays with the straps of her brace.
"Then we should come up with a plan!"Elyza answers in a cry, throwing up her hands exasperatedly.
"Like what?" Lindsay answers dubiously. "We don't stand a chance." She's correct. A burly man behind the counter watches them like hawks as they bustle around, presumably preparing a meal. At least a dozen different people have passed by the door in the last hour alone. They don't stand a chance of escaping in these circumstances.
Rationally, Elyza knows that, but sitting around just makes her antsy. She likes moving around, whacking zombies in the head maybe, or on a good day cruising around on a motorcycle. A clock ticking on the wall can literally be heard because it is so quiet.
An explosion sounds, and then gunshots slice through the stifling silence, and Elyza jumps up. She pumps her fist in victory, because finally there is some sort of action. Maybe they can use this as an escape. Maybe not. Either way at least they don't have to sit around doing nothing.
The man behind the counter hurries out, eyeing them and then the outside, seemingly not quite sure what to do at all. Lindsay snorts and rolls her eyes at his hesitation, pointing to her leg, "If you haven't noticed, I'm not going to go anywhere. Even if I do, it would be pretty easy to catch somebody so slow." He frowns a little at her obvious insinuation that he wasn't very smart, but flings his grease stained apron on the table and hurries out the door.
One, two, three, four, perhaps even five seconds pass before Elyza and Lindsay exchange a look. Lindsay leaps to her feet and immediately starts jogging towards the door with Elyza following not even a step behind. They barrel out the door just to grind to a halt. The best way to describe the scene in front of them would be a battlefield.
Lindsay takes one step further and a flying knife whizzes past her head a hairline distance away from her left ear to hit a person already leaping towards them. Elyza jumps onto the man's back wrapping her arm around his neck and practically climbing on top of him. As Lindsay glances in the direction where the knife came from, she sees Magna already pulling a new throwing knife out of her belt. Strapped to her back is something that resembles a hunting rifle wrapped in cloth. Back to back with her is Alicia, wielding a particularly fast and vicious gun. Off to the side, the guy from the army camp named Jake was chasing after his brother Troy, screaming something about why he followed them. Troy seemed like a kid on a playground with his gun.
By the time Lindsay is done surveying this, the man Elyza was on top of drops to the ground while Elyza lands with a solid thud, a new shotgun in hand. She charges into the chaos, using the blunt of the gun to knock out people who were aiming at Magna and Alicia.
On the other side, as if Alicia senses Elyza's approach despite her ever present concentration on aiming her gun, she starts redoubling her efforts. Her bullets rip through the Native Americans viciously as they charge at her or shoot back at her with guns. Except life is cruel and not so kind, and her gun's bang bang bang turns into the telltale click of doom all too quickly.
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Alicia's mind is focused on Elyza. She knows she's hitting people, and it hurts, because she never wanted this, but they took her hostage and she just won't stand for that. Not when she remembers Lexa's life where Costia died to the same thing. Back then she had no choice and the entire world was upon her shoulders. This time she had the liberty to act as brashly as she wished. The bullets rip through the bodies of these people, and as she sees the telltale blond hair appear at the corner of her eye, she feels a sense of relief. The relief, however, comes with a sense of desperation at how close her girlfriend is.
So maybe, just perhaps, she sprays the gun a little more excessively, and stops paying attention to the amount of bullets she uses. That's when her gun starts to click emptily. She tosses it with a cry of frustration. Across the chaos, Elyza is being restrained by a rather tall and long haired man with broad shoulders. Lindsay faces him holding a wrench as a weapon, and yelling insults at him more than she's really doing anything to help. Not that she can with a knife at Elyza's throat.
"Alicia!"Magna calls from behind her. Twisting around, Alicia almost gets hit in the face by twin swords tossed her way. Luckily, she manages to catch them by the hilt out of sheer reflex. A white cloth flutters to the ground next to them and Magna gives her a nod. Alicia knows a gun is pointed towards her and about to shoot. She tests the weight of the weapons in her hands as he aims.
Then as he pulls the trigger she rolls out of the way, bullets whizzing past as she spins on her heel and charges towards him. He has no time to adjust his heavy gun and redirect it at her before she strikes him down, blood spraying.
For her, it feels like falling into an old and familiar dance from childhood. She twists and spins in footwork that is engraved into her soul, slashing through the people standing between her and her soulmate. Alicia's confident that Elyza is her soulmate despite the heavy meaning and her young age. After all, they had crossed into an entirely different reality to find each other again, hadn't they? Or at least, Elyza had. So she rips through those standing between them as shots or rifles and shotguns go off.
It is from the long hours that she trained with sweat and blood as she got beat down again and again by Anya. She worked from the cold hours before dawn until well past the hours of the sunset to catch up to the rest of the nightbloods as the runt of the litter. Luna would join her sometimes in sparring, and they would talk and laugh as they whirled across the training center. She couldn't accept defeat, not without trying her best. That's what Lexa had believed anyway. Through the rain that would beat down and leave her cold, or the sun trying to fry her, she would work until fighting was as natural as moving one's body to music. In a way, it was music, just the music of clashing metal and booming guns.
A shot goes off too close, and it rips through her leg, but Alicia barely feels it and charges on, her hair whipping behind her, now a flying mess. Her sword slices through flesh and bone, and then she's there in a hurricane of fury standing with her sword at the man's neck faster than he can twist around and react. These people may have survived a zombie apocalypse, but they do not have the instincts of warriors trained from birth.
"Let. Her. Go", she hisses in his ear.
"Taqa!"somebody cries. "Let him go!" She hears guns clattering to the ground in surrender, and Alicia knows she has their leader. Alicia has no patience for this nonsense, so she simply stabs her other blade through the man's foot and he yelps, dropping the knife he had held to Elyza's throat in pain.
"C'mon. Let's go," she says as she surveys the area. Her comrades all follow behind her, Magna bringing up the rear and glancing over her shoulder way too often to make sure that the now barely moving residents of the Black Hat Reservation wouldn't try to chase after them. After all, it was only a temporary truce. If the group didn't care about their leader so much, they might not have had a
Alicia hauls herself into the car and barely waits for the doors the slam shut before starting the car and hitting the gas. The blood on her skin is starting to dry, and it irritates her in a way that makes her want to scratch it off. Slowly in the tense and silent aftermath of the battle, her vision unfocuses. The fatigue from the battle finally hits her and the pain from her leg comes in pangs. She doesn't say anything though, because the things she has done tonight are things she had wished she would never have to do again.
A hand caresses her leg and Alicia is so lost in her own thoughts that she almost slams on the breaks in surprise. It's Elyza squeezed next to her on the bench in the pickup truck, and she's attempting to examine the wound on Alicia's leg with the dim light filtering in through the grimy window. "You're hurt", she murmurs in a voice that Alicia's heart still flutters at. It has been too long since she's heard the blond speak. It is music to her ears.
"I'm fine", she whispers back, still focused on the road. Elyza doesn't have the time to protest the obvious lie because the truck winds around a corner and the gates of the ranch come into view.