[ it's kind of funny how breaking into these cabins keep ending up like this.
but this time, she's fully in control-- she thinks? stephanie is sure she is, even if something doesn't quite add up, but no matter what's wrong with this... it's still her, holding onto this bat, and ion in front of her.
she stares at him. he's just a child. no one deserves to be put into these games, but... especially not him. and not damian. and not-- the list can go on, but there's no time to focus on that when the bomb keeps ticking away the seconds. because the thing is, for her, there is no way to make this quick. ]
Ion... please. [ please what? die quickly? don't be real? forgive her? ] I'm so sorry.
[ she raises the bat and it strikes down on him. again. and again. and again. she keeps hitting him, trying her hardest to ignore the sound the bat makes against his small body, or any other noise, until he's no longer moving. she breathes in deeply, ignoring the way tears fall down her face, clouding her vision.
... the timer is still going. this is the hard part (although it's a little laughable that anything could be harder than what just happened). steph raises the bat again, and slams it against her own head. there's pain, and she almost drops the bat, but instead she does it again.
it's hard. her brain wants her to stop, and her body actively fights against it, because she knows this isn't what she sound be doing. but she hits herself again, and again, and she forces herself to do it even harder each time. it hurts, and there's a real fear that she's just going to blackout before she actually manages it, or that the bomb will go off, or--
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but this time, she's fully in control-- she thinks? stephanie is sure she is, even if something doesn't quite add up, but no matter what's wrong with this... it's still her, holding onto this bat, and ion in front of her.
she stares at him. he's just a child. no one deserves to be put into these games, but... especially not him. and not damian. and not-- the list can go on, but there's no time to focus on that when the bomb keeps ticking away the seconds. because the thing is, for her, there is no way to make this quick. ]
Ion... please. [ please what? die quickly? don't be real? forgive her? ] I'm so sorry.
[ she raises the bat and it strikes down on him. again. and again. and again. she keeps hitting him, trying her hardest to ignore the sound the bat makes against his small body, or any other noise, until he's no longer moving. she breathes in deeply, ignoring the way tears fall down her face, clouding her vision.
... the timer is still going. this is the hard part (although it's a little laughable that anything could be harder than what just happened). steph raises the bat again, and slams it against her own head. there's pain, and she almost drops the bat, but instead she does it again.
it's hard. her brain wants her to stop, and her body actively fights against it, because she knows this isn't what she sound be doing. but she hits herself again, and again, and she forces herself to do it even harder each time. it hurts, and there's a real fear that she's just going to blackout before she actually manages it, or that the bomb will go off, or--
she gets a lucky hit in. ]