Thalia blinked rapidly as rain poured down from the sky, drenching her to the bone. "Don't!" She shouted, as she saw Rayden do something which seemed to charge him up. "He'll kill you! If you go he'll only kill you!" She couldn't explain why, but she was more concerned with Rayden's well being then the mission. She could see Cris coming up on the horizon and she nearly ran to meet him.
"Cris, listen to me," she said, staring him straight in the eyes. "You have to stop this right now. Do you want to hurt me Cris? Are you looking for a fight? I'll fight you Cris, just don't-" he pleas were useless. He merely looked at her and swung his arm into her, sending her flying into the wall of a nearby building. But she was stronger than that. She stood, with little difficulty, and tried again, with only the same result. She was trying to give Rayden time; time to get away and save himself. If she died, then they could just make another.
"Get out of here, Now!" she screamed, clutching at her stomach. She had a big gash there, where she had been repeatedly slammed. Blood seeped from the wound and into her clothes, only to be promptly washed away by the rain. Her mind was becoming foggy, and she could barely move her left arm. This was not supposed to happen. She was supposed to get Cris and go; leave without having any connection to the case at all. But now that had all changed. She wanted Rayden to live, and if that was at the cost of her own, then it was going to be the price she paid.
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