Snippet #2098207

"Shh... shh, it's okay..."

The teenager twisted in Nick's arms at his words - whether it was due to pain or trying to be free, he couldn't tell. Probably both. It seemed logical after what had just happened. A suggestion had been put forward to test the healing abilities she seemed to have been cultivating recently, and Nick had happily taken that on board by firing two bullets straight into her stomach. Fairly tame, in his opinion. Now it was just a matter of waiting. The whole action seemed gentle, almost caring - the male comforting the female, carefully dropping to the floor in her cell and putting her down. But every action was tainted. The comforting words tinged with a smirk, the slight height at which Nick dropped the girl from so she bounced off the hard floor, the way he abruptly left and slammed the door of her cell shut. She was rather harmless, the poor fragile thing, so a thick heavy door wasn't needed. Merely bars; a standard cage. Not like in the cases of some of the people they had here on the island.

Nick still had the gun he'd used only a few minutes ago, and he quietly pulled it out of his pocket and held it ready. He still had a few bullets left. Might as well put them to use. For a moment Nick paused, spinning around and looking at the cells in the corridor he was in the middle of as if deciding who to pick on, before doubling back and heading for Vivid's. Why not test her unique skin a little more?

A smirk spread onto his face once again as he tugged the door of her cell open, before all of a sudden firing a bullet straight at her right arm in the same movement along with a blunt order of "Force it out."