[color=Silver][CENTER][h1][b]Natalie Ellis[/b][/h1][/CENTER][/color]
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The doors opened, and the gunfire immediately started. Natalie wasn't scared at first. At first this didn't seem real. Then though around her started to get hit and her body took over. She got to the floor and looked towards Archie. He'd be hit. He was bleeding. Natalie's eyes went wide, her hands formed tense fists and without realizing it, she was shaking. She looked back at the pod. Gunmen were streaming from it and the crowds were being mowed down. It was a massacre.

Natalie's biggest fear was always herself. She was a monster. There was a side to her that killed people and it terrified her. She wanted rid of it, to live a normal life. Even after what Project Lion did to her, she couldn't believe she'd killed them. She'd created this 'other Natalie' to scapegoat. But the truth was that when she was scared, she wasn't changing into a new person. Being perfectly honest, it was more like every other time, she was trying to become a new person. Trying to find fragments of a personality from her old life and assemble them into a new life. And she had some success in that. But after two years of being experimented on, enduring that kind of pain and suffering, insanity barely described it. She was a shell. Pain, fear and hatred were all she knew. But now she wasn't scared of herself. Archie had been hurt. People were dying. All of her, even the parts that wanted a normal life, wished death upon everyone was attacking her. No excuses. She wanted them to die, and she was going to kill them.

Almost immediately, she felt like a great tension had been lifted from her head, and her body stopped shaking. First, she had to not die, and they had very heavy duty guns. The type that might even go through her skull at close range. She had to be careful, and she had to find cover. She looked for the largest gunman she could find that didn't require running past all the others. She saw one, quite close by. He was much larger than her. Without taking the risk of waiting for any longer, she made a beeline for him, staying low and zig-zagging her movements to make herself harder to shoot. As soon as she reached him, she grabbed his gun, squeezed it so that it no longer fired, and with a single punch, caved in the man's head. she grabbed him and looked past his shoulder. Now she had a shield. She started slowly advancing towards the rest, taking care not to run lest she trip over a body.