In some twisted way, the timing is perfect. I'm so attuned to Ellen and the -- the baby -- that I almost don't realize what's happening until it's too late. The air in the room shifts, an obstruction in the open window. All it takes is the space of a breath for my world to collapse from under me.
Time seems to slow. The curtains lick at Bullseye's back as the wind catches them. It's not enough to distract me from the sharp, insect sound of the card-shaped shuriken piercing the air. I've been here too many times before, in dreams and in waking, my nightmare come to life once more-- But I can't let this happen again. In the space of a breath, I push Ellen down onto the bed. The card slices into the meat of my shoulder instead of the narrow column of her neck. I grunt from the impact, but the pain is insignificant to my anger.
How did he even find us? Who tipped him off? Why is he always there when things are about to turn around?
Adrenaline forces me to my feet, but not before I growl into Ellen's ear, "Stay down."
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Time seems to slow. The curtains lick at Bullseye's back as the wind catches them. It's not enough to distract me from the sharp, insect sound of the card-shaped shuriken piercing the air. I've been here too many times before, in dreams and in waking, my nightmare come to life once more-- But I can't let this happen again. In the space of a breath, I push Ellen down onto the bed. The card slices into the meat of my shoulder instead of the narrow column of her neck. I grunt from the impact, but the pain is insignificant to my anger.
How did he even find us? Who tipped him off? Why is he always there when things are about to turn around?
Adrenaline forces me to my feet, but not before I growl into Ellen's ear, "Stay down."