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The effect of the strange ammunition within the weapon was a delayed one; though the creature took hold of both Alex and Modestine with its grip, its points of contact causing immense pain, as if the creature were attempting to rip their skin from their bodies. Yet before it could, its grip slackened, the thing ultimately unable to hold itself together as it both melted and disintegrated, some portions crumbling while other portions melted as its glowing portions flickered brightly before dying away; an odd mixture between the death of a creature, and the overloading of a machine.
Modestine, now with a renewed death-grip on her gun, forced herself to her feet despite the newfound pain in her ankle. There was very little there to be worried about--simply some redness, maybe pinprick wounds letting free droplets of red. Chest rising and falling, she stepped carefully toward the pooling, motionless mass, staring at a glinting, capsule-like item now embedded within the sludge. It was open, perhaps due to the impact, and the exterior coloration made it clear that it was the very same item that had been fired from Alex's weapon.
She swallowed, then moved to help Alex up, if he needed it. A light grimace, the edges of her lips tilted upward ever so slightly to denote many other emotions--surprise, relief, happiness, embarrassment, pride, and so many more--present as the boy returned to his feet, with or without her help. "If...if you're okay, then we have to keep moving," she eventually said, allowing for a moment of silence following the boy's potentially traumatic experience. "You're doing so well, Alex. You're doing very, very well, and your father would--" she stopped, swallowing her throat, before walking her words back a pace or two. "--When we see him, he's going to be very proud of you. Okay? His lab isn't too far away, and make sure that we don't get separated, alright? There could be more, and some of them could be trying to make their way outside."
The effect of the strange ammunition within the weapon was a delayed one; though the creature took hold of both Alex and Modestine with its grip, its points of contact causing immense pain, as if the creature were attempting to rip their skin from their bodies. Yet before it could, its grip slackened, the thing ultimately unable to hold itself together as it both melted and disintegrated, some portions crumbling while other portions melted as its glowing portions flickered brightly before dying away; an odd mixture between the death of a creature, and the overloading of a machine.
Modestine, now with a renewed death-grip on her gun, forced herself to her feet despite the newfound pain in her ankle. There was very little there to be worried about--simply some redness, maybe pinprick wounds letting free droplets of red. Chest rising and falling, she stepped carefully toward the pooling, motionless mass, staring at a glinting, capsule-like item now embedded within the sludge. It was open, perhaps due to the impact, and the exterior coloration made it clear that it was the very same item that had been fired from Alex's weapon.
She swallowed, then moved to help Alex up, if he needed it. A light grimace, the edges of her lips tilted upward ever so slightly to denote many other emotions--surprise, relief, happiness, embarrassment, pride, and so many more--present as the boy returned to his feet, with or without her help. "If...if you're okay, then we have to keep moving," she eventually said, allowing for a moment of silence following the boy's potentially traumatic experience. "You're doing so well, Alex. You're doing very, very well, and your father would--" she stopped, swallowing her throat, before walking her words back a pace or two. "--When we see him, he's going to be very proud of you. Okay? His lab isn't too far away, and make sure that we don't get separated, alright? There could be more, and some of them could be trying to make their way outside."