Cora's been in this place a day. One. Day. And she's already on the run. Her head hurts, she's, understandably, afraid and she can't make heads or tails of what is real and what isn't. She's forgotten just how long she was in that damn torture chamber, but it's all sort of melted together at this point. How long had she been stuck in there? How long had she watched the annoying video on repeat? She couldn't remember. She hadn't been able to concentrate to actually count the final number.
What did she know after everything that had happened? What was the takeaway? She's not even sure there either.
Glitches. She's a glitch? Or maybe it's the memories, the lucid and visceral memories, false and yet all too...real. Why the hell was she wanted again? Cora shakes her head and tries to concentrate, but it's easier said than done. She feels...weaker than she remembers being. She feels small and...insignificant, which only fuels the anger that she always has bottled up inside her. Werewolf, no. She's too weak, too small, and too pitiful to be something so powerful.
And what kind of kid could make it all the way to South America after their entire family was killed in a fire? Her memories were absolutely a glitch. They had to be. It was annoying, though, that this was her glitch, and that someone hadn't fixed this entire thing prior to now. She'd said as much, she was pretty sure, but didn't think that was the reason she was on the run now, no, because she'd said that in the midst of the video. The endless loop of a video.
Cora wasn't sure what the hell she'd done to warrant the treason. She hadn't even been here long enough to do anything yet, in her opinion anyway. One damn day. And she hadn't even gotten violent yet, but then again....maybe that was part of the glitch. Could she really hurt someone with how goddamn small she was? The answer, in the back of her mind, was yes. And that was startling. How bad of a glitch did she have? Was the violent urge in the back of her head related to the memories of being stronger, faster, and having more stamina? They weren't real. Couldn't be.
The petite young woman reminds herself, several times in a row, that it can't be real. Nobody is capable of doing that, of lasting through that, and of....being something that isn't real. It's not real. And yet here she is, on the run.
Cora's not sure what she's doing, she's just going by instinct because she doesn't want to be caught. There's a fear that she can't fight, knowing that there are people looking for her, and not knowing exactly what the hell they're going to do when they catch her. That instinct, to run, was more than Cora could fight. She remembers running a lot, not only as a child, but as she got older too. IS that a defect in her programming? Fuck if she knows, but she moves into the sewer either way, logic dictating that that's the best place to avoid cameras.
Who would put cameras in a goddamn sewer?
The usually scrappy young....woman pauses, though, her lower half in the sewer as she hears someone, something...she's not even sure. Turning to look over her shoulder, Cora's heart starts to beat, practically, out of her chest...a mantra repeating in her head please don't catch me, don't be looking for me. She's ready to just let herself drop if she has to, but...knowing that she's not a werewolf, because that's impossible, she's a little more hesitant than she knows she was (according to her memories) because she doesn't want to break something. Shit. Cora's just...confused and can't hep the frown on her face, but one thing is for sure.
Cora Hale | Teen Wolf
What did she know after everything that had happened? What was the takeaway? She's not even sure there either.
Glitches. She's a glitch? Or maybe it's the memories, the lucid and visceral memories, false and yet all too...real. Why the hell was she wanted again? Cora shakes her head and tries to concentrate, but it's easier said than done. She feels...weaker than she remembers being. She feels small and...insignificant, which only fuels the anger that she always has bottled up inside her. Werewolf, no. She's too weak, too small, and too pitiful to be something so powerful.
And what kind of kid could make it all the way to South America after their entire family was killed in a fire? Her memories were absolutely a glitch. They had to be. It was annoying, though, that this was her glitch, and that someone hadn't fixed this entire thing prior to now. She'd said as much, she was pretty sure, but didn't think that was the reason she was on the run now, no, because she'd said that in the midst of the video. The endless loop of a video.
Cora wasn't sure what the hell she'd done to warrant the treason. She hadn't even been here long enough to do anything yet, in her opinion anyway. One damn day. And she hadn't even gotten violent yet, but then again....maybe that was part of the glitch. Could she really hurt someone with how goddamn small she was? The answer, in the back of her mind, was yes. And that was startling. How bad of a glitch did she have? Was the violent urge in the back of her head related to the memories of being stronger, faster, and having more stamina? They weren't real. Couldn't be.
The petite young woman reminds herself, several times in a row, that it can't be real. Nobody is capable of doing that, of lasting through that, and of....being something that isn't real. It's not real. And yet here she is, on the run.
Cora's not sure what she's doing, she's just going by instinct because she doesn't want to be caught. There's a fear that she can't fight, knowing that there are people looking for her, and not knowing exactly what the hell they're going to do when they catch her. That instinct, to run, was more than Cora could fight. She remembers running a lot, not only as a child, but as she got older too. IS that a defect in her programming? Fuck if she knows, but she moves into the sewer either way, logic dictating that that's the best place to avoid cameras.
Who would put cameras in a goddamn sewer?
The usually scrappy young....woman pauses, though, her lower half in the sewer as she hears someone, something...she's not even sure. Turning to look over her shoulder, Cora's heart starts to beat, practically, out of her chest...a mantra repeating in her head please don't catch me, don't be looking for me. She's ready to just let herself drop if she has to, but...knowing that she's not a werewolf, because that's impossible, she's a little more hesitant than she knows she was (according to her memories) because she doesn't want to break something. Shit. Cora's just...confused and can't hep the frown on her face, but one thing is for sure.
She's not getting caught.