The feeling of Georgias eyes on her was unnerving. It didnt help that the woman was supposed to be maneuvering the sub through some tricky caves. She tried to ignore the Goth. She kept her eyes focused on the big screen in front of them, hands idly rolling the brass casing of an M-14 round between her palms.
It was an odd habit that shed picked up. For some weird reason, it did help calm her. It kept her hands busy and let her mind wander. Shed developed it that day Ron died. While shed been balling her eyes out, shed spotted the empty brass shells shinning at her from the dirt. She had been drawn to them, eyesight blurred with tears. She picked one up and absently rolled it between her hands.
Thats where her plans had started. That moment, a new Kim was born. She wasnt filled with Im here to save the day, she was filled with Im going to hurt you for what youve done, if not kill you. If you had seen her, sitting there, huddled on the edge of the cliff, clothes and hair in disarray, covered in blood, you would have thought she was an escapee from a psycho ward.