["That's not how this works!" Someone else shouts from the back of the crowd. She can't really see the face, but it's clear they're offended by her words. "When monsters kill people, you come and take care of it. You don't let them get away with it just because it didn't happen to you."]
It's not letting them get away with it if they're just as likely to kill me, too. What good can I do, dead? And you don't think I have people, people I trust, people who want to do the good I do ready to if it comes to that. What do you call what you're doing? What makes you not the monsters? I ask because I've been the monster.
( And what she intimates is that Monroe, too, for too long as been the monster. )
["We're human." The stern voice steps through the crowd, determination in his step (18). He doesn't seem cowed by her words, and his assurance is reflected in some of the eyes around him. "That's what makes us not the monster. We're doing what we have to do to protect the rest of us. And if you're not with us, you might as well be one of them."
And before anyone else can react, he raises his gun and shoots at Allison. Fortunately he rolls not great (8).]
( Unfortunately, Allison is shot (1) and it's bad and she didn't come in wearing any body armor. Easy call that she will need to be hospitalized, or she'll need a vampire intervention. )
[Malia snarls as Allison falls, and gun fire erupts around them. The scent of blood and gunpowder fills the air as wolves and hunters clash over what was once a peaceful bit of land out of the way from New Orleans.
Malia manages to drop down next to her when the gunshots stop, playing dead for the purposes of survival. Her hand reaches out to take Allison's as the boots continue to stomp, and soon the smell of smoke fills the air.
The hunters leave as the bayou burns around them. And that's the last thing Allison sees before her wound pulls at the edges of her consciousness and pulls her under.]
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( And what she intimates is that Monroe, too, for too long as been the monster. )
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And before anyone else can react, he raises his gun and shoots at Allison. Fortunately he rolls not great (8).]
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Malia manages to drop down next to her when the gunshots stop, playing dead for the purposes of survival. Her hand reaches out to take Allison's as the boots continue to stomp, and soon the smell of smoke fills the air.
The hunters leave as the bayou burns around them. And that's the last thing Allison sees before her wound pulls at the edges of her consciousness and pulls her under.]