( When the Doctor slams into the wall with an ugly crunch, the strangled sob of a sound that leaves her is too human for this moment of monsters and labyrinths and darkness. It was supposed to be no. It was supposed to be stop, Doctor. It was supposed to be the ancient growl of what she really is. It was supposed to be a lot of things, but instead it's some incomprehensible rage, fear, and premature grief.
He's dead, she's sure. Her heart is lodged in her throat. Everything feels sharp and wrong. He's dead. She's sure of it. No, no, no. She can't. Her body is shaking all over. Tears prick her eyes, and there isn't enough time to do anything except remember, hear, listen, act.
Vanessa is behind her, limping still. She can't outrun this (and she won't. Red knows she's not going anywhere with them still here - please go check on him, please be okay). If only Red could figure out how to flip the fucking switch to Cerberus, she could save at least- she could save them (he's alive, Vanessa will stay alive like a godsdamn chant in her head) even if she never figures out how to shift back, even if she stays here in this labyrinth forever. It would be worth it to fight these creatures for eternity for the blood they've spilled from them today.
Her hand curves over the handle of the blade in her hand. The minotaur starts toward them, and Red gathers what little she has left and tries to lash out but cannot - cannot reach that psychic intimidation like she did before. Fuck, fuck, fuck. So she just yells at it instead (Hey! Big fuck face!), throwing her knife at it and then the rock next to draw its attention to her specifically. It seems confused, but it's attention is now on her, huffing and aiming to attack.
Good, she thinks. Her jaw locks, and something like fire flashes in her eyes. She moves toward the wall, away from Vanessa, away from the Doctor. )
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He's dead, she's sure. Her heart is lodged in her throat. Everything feels sharp and wrong. He's dead. She's sure of it. No, no, no. She can't. Her body is shaking all over. Tears prick her eyes, and there isn't enough time to do anything except remember, hear, listen, act.
Vanessa is behind her, limping still. She can't outrun this (and she won't. Red knows she's not going anywhere with them still here - please go check on him, please be okay). If only Red could figure out how to flip the fucking switch to Cerberus, she could save at least- she could save them (he's alive, Vanessa will stay alive like a godsdamn chant in her head) even if she never figures out how to shift back, even if she stays here in this labyrinth forever. It would be worth it to fight these creatures for eternity for the blood they've spilled from them today.
Her hand curves over the handle of the blade in her hand. The minotaur starts toward them, and Red gathers what little she has left and tries to lash out but cannot - cannot reach that psychic intimidation like she did before. Fuck, fuck, fuck. So she just yells at it instead (Hey! Big fuck face!), throwing her knife at it and then the rock next to draw its attention to her specifically. It seems confused, but it's attention is now on her, huffing and aiming to attack.
Good, she thinks. Her jaw locks, and something like fire flashes in her eyes. She moves toward the wall, away from Vanessa, away from the Doctor. )