fh_dungeon | The Vault, Somewhere, Sunday Morning

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The Vault, Somewhere, Sunday Morning

The vault door stood large and broad in the hallway - so large and broad that it was as if the corridor itself had had to grow several sizes to accommodate it. It was a dark red, and its surface was almost completely smooth but for the slots where three keys would fit.

It exuded quiet menace.

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Leto, her parents, any number of people who should've taken care of her but hadn't.

Of course he'd only managed to make her annoyed about that. "Shut up." Her face shifted again, and this time she surged towards him with every intention of tearing his throat out.

Time to duck or hit back or pray or something, Peter.

So much for the reasoning option.

Peter shoved his stick forward into the general area of her...

...yeah, okay. He tried to hit her in the chest with his stick.

Yeah, that stick was getting snatched away from him and snapped in half.

"The next one will be your neck."

Peter held up his hands. "You know all of my friends in there are going to kick your friends' asses," he said. "So let's negotiate. Neither of us wants to die."

"Except I don't have any friends, and I want you to die," Kate told him, mock pleasantly, leaning in uncomfortably close now that he had nothing in the way of weapons on him. "Which is just as well because I don't think you have friends either."

Actually she was definitely wrong about that, and might even find out about it in a moment.

Stuck between certain death and looking very stupid, Peter did the only thing he could do: he tried to smash his head against hers.

Well, that hurt, and definitely made her stagger back a step or two. Also sound very displeased.

"You bitch!"

Was it enough to get away from her, though?

Probably not, since now Peter's face hurt like hell. And he only had two options: run back into the fray or run into the camps where she could get him alone.

He turned and ran for the camps. At least then maybe he could find something useful.

Kate started after him immediately. He'd really done it now. She wanted his blood, and she wanted all of it.

"I'm going to kill you, you little bitch!" she called out. "And I'm going to make it hurt so bad you'll be begg--"

And then her shouting got cut off. And there was a thump as she sunk to the ground.

Want to know why?

Yeah, it may have had something to do with Natalie currently standing over her slumped form. She was slightly out of breath and holding a pretty heavy-looking bag that said LONELINESS in big, bold letters.

See, her issues weren't completely useless.

Sometimes she could brain people with them.

Peter dashed on for a couple more feet before he realized nobody was following him. He stopped and glanced over his shoulder, wide-eyed.

Ah. Yes, that was Natalie.

Definitely Natalie.

"You okay?" she called out. Eyeing Kate with suspicion because she had no idea how long a vampire would be out from something like that.

"My face hurts," Peter said truthfully, "But I'll live. Thanks."

He glanced down at Kate. "I'm getting the hell out of the line of fire."

"Yes. You should." And that was all the lecture Natalie was going to bother giving him, although she could have had a few choice words to say about how he should have known better. "I'll see you when this blows over."

Because it had to blow over. She didn't think any other Fandomites were fighting to lose, either.

Hey, it wasn't like he'd run straight into this idiocy like most of the rest of them--

Right, right, not relevant. "Later," Peter agreed, and then ran towards the camps. Full speed.

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