Cathryn's widened eyes looked towards Norma whose teeth. Were in her arm. In her arm.
Part of her saw red, and tasted red, and the other part of her felt her blood pumping, throbbing through her veins, her heart at a breakneck speed. She screamed long and loud, her vocal cords threatening to tear themselves apart, yanking her arm away from Norma's jaw. The latter's teeth dragged a bit, enlarging the wound.
Her joints were weak, her head felt woozy, but rage and fear, always the two together, had come back to Cathryn once more, and so with all her force, she kneed Norma in the gut.
And just like that, it was over. Norma's legs loosened, her grip loosened, and the spear suddenly found itself in Cathryn's hands.
She stood up and backed up a meter or so, pointing the blade at Norma's head.
"You... you fuck-"
Right there, closer to Norma than Cathryn, still staring at the ceiling. Another body in the same place, both by her hand.
No no no. Not yet, not now, not ready.
She staggered backwards from Norma and Nina, her eyes not sure who to focus on. She decided on neither. Her head swiveled behind, towards the hall. And so she left the way she came, running for her life.
((Cathryn Bailey continues in The Final Curtain