[ Maybe it's because her prey's fallen. Maybe it's the feeling of the string necklace snapping away from her skin. Or, maybe it's just a coincidence.
But with that, something in the deranged, uncontrollable Rebecca seems to snap, as a shade of horror passes over her face, eyes wide and head slowly shaking as she looks from the bloody knife in her hand to Han. It's not with total awareness that she regards the situation, as her eyes don't seem to focus on anything, and though she gasps in haggard breaths, she can't seem to form words anymore, no matter how desperately she wants to. What it seems is that she's a prisoner in her own body, begging, pleading to be free.
She drags herself forward one leg at a time, towards her immobilized target, head lulling slightly to the side, and it's from the corner of her eye that she spies them: their audience.
A whole new group of victims, now that it seems this one's done for. ]
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But with that, something in the deranged, uncontrollable Rebecca seems to snap, as a shade of horror passes over her face, eyes wide and head slowly shaking as she looks from the bloody knife in her hand to Han. It's not with total awareness that she regards the situation, as her eyes don't seem to focus on anything, and though she gasps in haggard breaths, she can't seem to form words anymore, no matter how desperately she wants to. What it seems is that she's a prisoner in her own body, begging, pleading to be free.
She drags herself forward one leg at a time, towards her immobilized target, head lulling slightly to the side, and it's from the corner of her eye that she spies them: their audience.
A whole new group of victims, now that it seems this one's done for. ]