...Of the End
The suspect stops, and she believes herself victorious. She grins because she has not even broken a sweat.
She takes a step forward, planning to seal her victory with the click of a cuff. But her suspect lunges and her partner screams.
And somewhere along the way she must have dropped her guard, because she is taken by surprise.
On her back, she thinks two thoughts at once:
Screaming does not suit Tony- children scream, adults should shout.
-And-
How is that she can still -still- fall for a loss disguised as a win?
The world above her begins to tunnel, and Tony's screams are far away though she can feel him kneeling next to her. He is pushing on her, and she wants to snap at him to leave her, to tell him that he is hurting her.
But she cannot find her voice, and that is for the best. He is begging her with his words and his eyes, and she does not want to be the one to tell him that they might be in the middle of the end.