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Log: Complete
When; Very shortly after this
Rating; We'll see, though most likely R for the gore.
Characters; Frederick Abberline (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bloodyuseless) and Faye Valentine (glock30
Summary; Faye meets Abberline at the Cathedral after the worst has happened.
Log;
Faye had always hated running. It was of her opinion that you should never have to run unless you were being chased. What was the point?
Right now Faye ran like she was being chased by a pack of wolves. The cramp in her side was burning her ribcage and lungs, and the sharp press of an extra Glock stung the outside of her thigh--but she ran so fast she couldn't see straight. The Cathedral was a good, long walk on a good day. Faye made it there, almost as she said she would, in about three and a half minutes. Her eyes were scanning the premises for Frederick, half-terrified that she would find him and half-terrified that she wouldn't. She kept a lookout for Scarab as well, the woman's face searing her memory and making a freezing fist squeeze her stomach.
She couldn't breathe by the time she leaned against the heavy door, clicking the safety off on her Glock and searching for Abberline in every shadow she could find.
Rating; We'll see, though most likely R for the gore.
Characters; Frederick Abberline (
bloodyuseless) and Faye Valentine (glock30Summary; Faye meets Abberline at the Cathedral after the worst has happened.
Log;
Faye had always hated running. It was of her opinion that you should never have to run unless you were being chased. What was the point?
Right now Faye ran like she was being chased by a pack of wolves. The cramp in her side was burning her ribcage and lungs, and the sharp press of an extra Glock stung the outside of her thigh--but she ran so fast she couldn't see straight. The Cathedral was a good, long walk on a good day. Faye made it there, almost as she said she would, in about three and a half minutes. Her eyes were scanning the premises for Frederick, half-terrified that she would find him and half-terrified that she wouldn't. She kept a lookout for Scarab as well, the woman's face searing her memory and making a freezing fist squeeze her stomach.
She couldn't breathe by the time she leaned against the heavy door, clicking the safety off on her Glock and searching for Abberline in every shadow she could find.