gaiarama
jack of all trades master of none
Three black-clothed men entered the out layer, guns held steady to shoot. Maraqua turned her upper body to look, causing the bags of oxygen tanks to clatter. A bullet whipped past her head. Almost stumbling over herself she ran. It was only a few feet between her and the subway. Just a breath away from freedom, from Terelye. She jumped, pushing off with enough force to send her slamming into the wall which housed the closing mechanism.
Before she could operate it, a feeling like someone had punched her in her shoulder, then burning. Despite the lack of pain, she knew what had happened. Somewhere inside her shoulder was a bullet. Blood warmed her chest and arm. Now her hands shook violently, but there was also a sense of calm. She grabbed the switch, pulling it down with full force before slamming her other hand down on the button. Behind her, the door closed. Two sheets of thick metal meet each other in the middle.
Before she could operate it, a feeling like someone had punched her in her shoulder, then burning. Despite the lack of pain, she knew what had happened. Somewhere inside her shoulder was a bullet. Blood warmed her chest and arm. Now her hands shook violently, but there was also a sense of calm. She grabbed the switch, pulling it down with full force before slamming her other hand down on the button. Behind her, the door closed. Two sheets of thick metal meet each other in the middle.