Nea was panting as she looked over her shoulder. Dwight had simply disappeared, probably hiding in one locker or another. Laurie and Tapp hadn't made it.
She saw the air tremble as the Wraith unveiled itself meters behind her. (more) "Fuck off!" she screamed, tears welling in her eyes as the door jammed. It took a step back. Nea bit back a sob and continued her verbal assault. "Exactly, you freak! Go away! Get away from me! Shoo!"
Every word she shouted made him slink further and further away, and even with the odds stacked up to the ceiling against her, Nea felt just a little better knowing her sharp tongue was helping her even here.
"Go find someone else to kill, since you're so good at it!"
At that, the Wraith lifted its weapon in warning. Nea tugged on the door handle as if it would open any faster. Five.
"Dwight!" she screamed. "Where are you-"
His last desperate wail pierced the night.
One second left. But her hand no longer touched the bar.
Yet again, Nea had messed up. The others had died, maybe not because of her, but if she'd helped, if she could do more like Claudette or David, not just slink around-
In what was probably a single second the Wraith had stepped towards her. Already injured, Nea fell to her knees, lifted her head to the sky (or perhaps to make it easier for the Wraith to finish her off), and began to cry.
Yet no attack came.
She struggled against his hand when it closed around her wrist, tugging her up to her feet. He set her fingers on the bar and, confused but not stupid, she pulled the lever down.