Clara almost corrects him by pointing out that it's less of a them being gone thing and more of a her being gone thing, considering the fact that he's supposed to be dead, but she doesn't know how to break that news yet and still isn't sure if she even wants to. She's certain her disappearance has been noticed by now, considering the last thing she remembers before waking up in the Capitol is stepping into an elevator and clutching David's hand a little too tightly, and really, someone had to notice a possibly terrified eight year-old boy wandering around OmniCorp's headquarters.
The mention of someone being outside made her stomach twist. Would someone really do that? Try to break into a house and pick off the competition at night while they slept? She wants to believe that no one would do that, but this is a massive fight to the death and the idea doesn't surprise her as much as she wishes it would. Hell, the only reason she's even willing to consider snuggling up in a nest of blankets and trying to get a decent night's sleep is because Alex is here (and somewhere in there is a knight in shining armor joke that she just isn't quite ready to think about). Instead of staying where she is, she untangles herself from the blankets she had already nestled up in and reaches out for the hockey stick she had brought down earlier.
From the knocking on the window that's followed by the sound of the window shattering, Clara almost wishes that she'd listened to Alex and slept upstairs. Not that she'd tell him that, of course.
It's the sound of the first hit of flesh against wood that drew Clara up to her feet. The second hit, along with the distinct crack of the wood starting to give way, makes her back away slightly and hold the stick in front of her in a way that she's almost certain isn't the standard way to handle a hockey stick. Through the next few cracks, she just focuses on Alex in the desperate hope that maybe he has some sort of plan. She's about to ask in a hushed tone what they should do when the wood finally gives way and...it, because this thing definitely isn't a person, considering its complete lack of a face, is starting to come through the window.
"Alex!" Her next move isn't the smartest course of action, especially considering Alex is well over six feet tall and covered in graphene armor in comparison to Clara who is by no means small, but is much smaller than him and her best protection is lots of layers of fabric. Swinging the hockey stick almost blindly in front of her, she runs towards the thing with the hope that maybe, just maybe, she'll get a decent hit in and be of some help.
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The mention of someone being outside made her stomach twist. Would someone really do that? Try to break into a house and pick off the competition at night while they slept? She wants to believe that no one would do that, but this is a massive fight to the death and the idea doesn't surprise her as much as she wishes it would. Hell, the only reason she's even willing to consider snuggling up in a nest of blankets and trying to get a decent night's sleep is because Alex is here (and somewhere in there is a knight in shining armor joke that she just isn't quite ready to think about). Instead of staying where she is, she untangles herself from the blankets she had already nestled up in and reaches out for the hockey stick she had brought down earlier.
From the knocking on the window that's followed by the sound of the window shattering, Clara almost wishes that she'd listened to Alex and slept upstairs. Not that she'd tell him that, of course.
It's the sound of the first hit of flesh against wood that drew Clara up to her feet. The second hit, along with the distinct crack of the wood starting to give way, makes her back away slightly and hold the stick in front of her in a way that she's almost certain isn't the standard way to handle a hockey stick. Through the next few cracks, she just focuses on Alex in the desperate hope that maybe he has some sort of plan. She's about to ask in a hushed tone what they should do when the wood finally gives way and...it, because this thing definitely isn't a person, considering its complete lack of a face, is starting to come through the window.
"Alex!" Her next move isn't the smartest course of action, especially considering Alex is well over six feet tall and covered in graphene armor in comparison to Clara who is by no means small, but is much smaller than him and her best protection is lots of layers of fabric. Swinging the hockey stick almost blindly in front of her, she runs towards the thing with the hope that maybe, just maybe, she'll get a decent hit in and be of some help.