➐ N O
a denial or refusal:
He responded with a definite no.
a denial or refusal:
He responded with a definite no.
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- XXThings were never going to be the same, were they? Somewhere deep in Natasha's stomach something seemed to tense. Adrenaline, most likely. Her palms seemed to go slick with sweat, the urge to take Annabelle and whomever else the girl wanted to save for the first blight. The urge to protect the girl was all she could hear in her head, before stilling. As the teacher talked, as she finally put the context of what her word meant, she felt an intense sense of realization ripping through her. Holy fuck, was Natasha stupid for not taking this seriously? A 4.0 student, now potentially dying because she was too stupid. It wasn't like she was scared about the situation she had gotten herself into however, no, Natasha was fucking angry at herself for fucking up as badly as she did. Think, what could No be used for?
'Don't be afraid to die.'
Trust Natasha when she said one thing, she wasn't afraid of this.
No, no could be used for refusing entry. You say 'no' when you deny someone something. Natasha's head spun. What about some sort of make-shift shield? No one can get out, no one can get in. It was definitely going to be a long shot, but if she understood anything from the minimal amount of words this teacher was speaking, it was that the way this 'power' came into existence is how you understand and can manipulate the definition itself.
She waited a moment as people began to run, grabbing Annabelle's arm tightly as she tried to seem convincing. "Stay by me, Annabelle. Numbers will be essential to survival." Her grip was almost something resembling desperate, but it wasn't quite there. "I believe I saw Martin head towards the library, we should hurry."
He looked at her, Natasha had caught the glance, and they seemed to have grown familiar over the course of the week. Surely, Annabelle would want more than anything to save him. Next thing they'd have to do? Find weapons, and strengthen their weaknesses.
"Trust me when I say this, Annabelle, but I won't let you go."
But the silver-haired girl wouldn't lie when she came to one potential issue. The amount of screaming filling the hall, and the scent of shit and gore was almost unbearable. Especially when it came down to almost slipping on the amount of fluids on the floor. No, fortunately, Annabelle had them covered, seeing how she made the worst thud of all, right onto sharp bone.
There was not a second to actually worried, though Natasha scrunched up her nose in disgust. That was a lot of blood, and poor Anna seemed terrified. Grimacing, she tried to look forward and run, taking different turns the more she saw the monsters. Finally, finally they had made it to the libraries hallways, and specifically the area in which Martin was residing. Another student was with them seemingly freezing and panicking just like the rest.
"P-Please, I don't want to die, do you know what to do?!" The kid cried out. He practically pissed himself - or was that someone else's fluids? In the end, Natasha glanced at the kid, then at Martin as the creature had dropped the female in it's grasp. The scent of metallic was filling her nose as she left it to Annabelle to grab Martin.
Natasha Hansen, was much more hands on with the other student, using all the weight she had in her to force the other boy into the monster's way, not speaking a word as he let out a scream. Hands latched onto it as Natasha barely backed away, her face cold as she looked at Annabelle and Martin with one thing in mind. Get fucking running.