Bullets flew everywhere as they ran to take cover. Yet another moment where Frank and Laura were trying to be heroes in a sense. Of course murder ends up changing that quickly. But you couldn’t blame Laura, they guy attacked her first. To her it was self defense whether there was blood or not. But feds never see it as that’s. Murder is murder to them no matter what. “Keep running!” Frank screamed as he stopped for a moment to shoot someone. Though Laura has self healing properties, a bullet still hurts like a bitch. So yeah she’ll definitely keep running.
Her heart raced as she ran as fast as she could. Dodging bullets while running was a difficult task. Though they’ve already healed, bullets just grazed her cheeks many times. Laura was dreading for when she does get hit. She knows it’s coming. It happens every time. “Laura!” Frank screamed from behind her. Laura stopped and looked behind her. Blood streamed down his arm. He’s been hit. Her only instinct is to run to him. “What are you doing?!” He panicked. Laura stuttered. “Uh- coming back for you. You have been-“ “hit I know. Just keep running.” Just as he says that, almost as if the moment was in slow motion, Laura is hit herself. “Mother fucker!” She screams. More bullets fly at them. Frank ducks behind a large garbage container to reload. Laura stands there. She knows he’s yelling at her as she continues to take bullet after bullet, but everything is numb. Her hearing is muffed. Fist clenched. Laura continued to stand there and get angrier. Frank shook his head and popped back up, shooting frantically and killing every attacker. He didn’t know what was going on, but his instincts told him to grab her and go. He did just that. Laura let her body do what it needed to. She knew what was about to happen. “Frank!” She inhaled sharply as they ran. “What’s wrong?” He turned to her and stopped. She started to look ill. xxMORE IN COMMENTSxx