[Allison's cabin is on the second level. She's good in a crisis, she's a trained hunter...she's well armed and well suited to face what's happening.
When the ship went to pieces, however, she made the mistake of grabbing the nearest weapon at the time...the gun under the desk in her father's study...and sticking her head into the corridor to make sure it was all clear.
Now she's huddled in one corner of the corridor with a gun in her hand, a hand bleeding after she tried to strike out at a familiar dark figure, and a million faces staring at her that she can't escape. Hearing Jack's voice, the mention of Scott's name...she swears she's seen them in the mirrors, and what's worse is that they were laughing at her...that Scott was with that other girl, face hidden behind his shoulder, and they were both mocking her...
And that dark figure...that girl, she's seeing her again. The girl in the black hood, the one who shot her...herself, the hunter she will never be.
She's terrified to move now, because no matter what else, Allison remembers this. The image of Scott with that flare in his hand will never leave her, and the night of Lydia's party, when they were all poisoned by wolfsbane...
The image that comes up on Jack's comm is one of a haggard, wild-eyed Allison Argent, desperately trying to control her breathing while keeping her voice to a whisper at the same time.]
I...I think it's some kind of poison. O-or...it's making--
[She cuts herself off, head whipping sharply to the side. She heard something. She knows she heard something...
The unmistakable sound of the hammer being drawn back on a gun can be heard over the comm.]
There's something out here. [She's still whispering.] Don't let Scott come out.
[Because she knows, even though she's rapidly losing the ability to understand that there's something in the air, affecting her, she can still see Scott in that puddle of gasoline with that flare in his hand. She can't let him be affected, much less hurt--
...was that a flame she just saw in the mirror?...]
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When the ship went to pieces, however, she made the mistake of grabbing the nearest weapon at the time...the gun under the desk in her father's study...and sticking her head into the corridor to make sure it was all clear.
Now she's huddled in one corner of the corridor with a gun in her hand, a hand bleeding after she tried to strike out at a familiar dark figure, and a million faces staring at her that she can't escape. Hearing Jack's voice, the mention of Scott's name...she swears she's seen them in the mirrors, and what's worse is that they were laughing at her...that Scott was with that other girl, face hidden behind his shoulder, and they were both mocking her...
And that dark figure...that girl, she's seeing her again. The girl in the black hood, the one who shot her...herself, the hunter she will never be.
She's terrified to move now, because no matter what else, Allison remembers this. The image of Scott with that flare in his hand will never leave her, and the night of Lydia's party, when they were all poisoned by wolfsbane...
The image that comes up on Jack's comm is one of a haggard, wild-eyed Allison Argent, desperately trying to control her breathing while keeping her voice to a whisper at the same time.]
I...I think it's some kind of poison. O-or...it's making--
[She cuts herself off, head whipping sharply to the side. She heard something. She knows she heard something...
The unmistakable sound of the hammer being drawn back on a gun can be heard over the comm.]
There's something out here. [She's still whispering.] Don't let Scott come out.
[Because she knows, even though she's rapidly losing the ability to understand that there's something in the air, affecting her, she can still see Scott in that puddle of gasoline with that flare in his hand. She can't let him be affected, much less hurt--
...was that a flame she just saw in the mirror?...]