[color=Red][CENTER][h1][b]Amelia[/b][/h1][/CENTER][/color]

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Amelia couldn't help but grin at Lynn as she suggested starting their own cult. She cocked her head. "Who knows. Gather the other jewelry people together, get them organized. Sounds like a lovely start for-" Amelia quickly cut herself off as Keaton and Eli made their way over. [i]Annnnnnnnnnd there goes the revolution,[/i] Amelia thought to herself. Still, she reasserted her mischevious grin, and gave a more focused wave to the two of them. "Yo!" She could help but smirk as Eli asked what their intentions were. [i]Oh, she REAAAALLY doesn't get it, does she?[/i] Amelia closed her eyes with satisfaction at the question, content to just let the mystery assert itself without answer. She was ready to follow up a retort to Lynn's question, when all of a sudden the sound of gunfire drew her attention, and she was thrown back to the floor with sudden intense force.

Amelia had been through police brutality before. She had been tazed, hit with rubber bullets, hit with batons, fallen off a moving car, even pepper sprayed right in the face when she had be caught. But Amelia had never been actually shot before. And so Amelia seemed to feel the world fade away around her, in complete shock. Feeling suddenly sluggish, Amelia reached for her neck, where it was suddenly wet. Pulling it away, she looked at her hand.

That was a lot of blood.

The shock seemed to be dulling the pain, for the moment. She just....stared for a few moments, her mind unable and unwilling to comprehend she had been [i]shot[/i], and possibly lethally. And then, Amelia vaguely saw Lynn crawl up to her, almost a blur to her vision.

And then there was [i]pain[/i].

Amelia shrieked with agony as Lynn cauterized her wound, nearly passing out from the sudden burns to her skin. Amelia's whirling mind half thought that it would have been a mercy if she had. However, Amelia remained awake after the experience, the sudden intense pain suddenly bringing everything back into focus. On instinct, she crawled a bit away, and teleported herself behind a crate. She tried to compose herself, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. She needed to bail. NOW. This was going horrifically, and Amelia had no way to fight this many armed people. She was a runner, not a fighter. Amelia strained to focus on the hospital, when she suddenly smelt burning flesh and heard horrible screams. She looked over and saw Lynn fighting back against one of the gunmen, even while injured. Amelia couldn't help but feel just a bit lesser for a moment. Until another one aimed a gun down at a nearly defenseless Lynn. And everything just seemed to slow down.

Amelia's jaw dropped. Her eyes went wide. Internally, she was begging and pleading. It didn't matter. The gun still fired. And then everything went red. Amelia wasn't going to run. Not this time. Here was the representation of everything she was fighting against, clear as day, shooting her best friend into the ground. This time Amelia would pay them back.

Glancing around wildly, Amelia saw in the back corner a rifle covered in viscera and surrounded by slag metal. Amelia didn't question its origin, only if she could reach it. With the focus of the gunmen suddenly on a berserk Natalie, Amelia saw her moment. She vanished, appearing next to the gun and picking it up. Amelia didn't have much experience with guns. Actually, she had no experience with [i]firing[/i] guns. But she was undeterred. She was making her statement, damn the consequences.

The shooter who had gunned down Lynn suddenly found next to her body was an enraged Amelia, from seemingly nowhere. In her arms was a clumsily held rifle. Almost Rambo-like, Amelia shrieked with rage, aimed the rifle at the man, and held down the trigger. For all of 2 seconds. That complete lack of training, combined with her injured shoulder and the leftover dregs of Lynn's aura caused the force of the burst to knock Amelia on her ass. If the bullets had struck her target, Amelia's whirling mind didn't register it. But more importantly he wasn't looking at her for at least a split second. And that was all she needed. Amelia fell over on Lynn and focused as hard as she could, and the two of them suddenly teleported into the back of the cafeteria, out of line of sight. 

Amelia slammed down a table for cover and started looking over her Lynn. Amelia could vaguely hear Lynn murmuring something half heard about governments and conspiracies. Amelia tried to shake her to awareness. "Lynn. Lynn come on! We can talk about how we were right later, we need to..." Amelia froze as she turned Lynn over, and saw the damage. It was horrifying to her. Aside from the bullet wound, Lynn was missing an eye. Tears began to pour down her face as her look of determination changed to grief. "Lynn....No, no no no no no no no no no no!" Amelia held Lynn close, and tried to teleport to the hospital. It was no use. Her mind was so unfocused, or she had drawn enough attention, she wasn't sure; her body only crackled with energy, unwilling to destabilize its location. Amelia screamed. "Help! Someone please, she's hurt!" Amelia could only do her best to help control the blood-flow with her jacket and sob.