Serp noticed them a moment before they acted. Someone behind her. Turning, mouth opening to tell them to fuck off, she let out a muffled yelp as a hand covered her mouth. Something stung her neck. The first thought crossed her mind - assassination attempt. Clenching her jaw, Serp drove her teeth hard into the palm of the large man, biting with enough force to draw blood. Then, she dropped, oversized sweatshirt giving her enough give to slip through the large man's grip. She reached up to her neck, hand closing around a glass cylinder.
Syringe.
Spitting blood out of her mouth, she was on the large man in his moment of weakness like a rabid animal, yanking the syringe out of her mouth and jamming it once, twice, three times into his side. All the while, a low drone rose and rose in volume, her sweatshirt billowing and shifting until - terrible insects like horseflies flies with stingers flowed from her sleeves, coating the injured assailant, biting and stinging every bit of exposed flesh they could find.
“The shit!” The large man jerked his hand back from Serp’s mouth, pearls of blood leaking through broken skin. Before he could recover Serp drove the syringe’s needle deep into his side in three quick stabs. The large man wobbled as he took a step back, a hand pressed to his side and his eyes out of focus. Before he had a moment to recover the man squealed as a swarm of insects washed over him, blindly swiping at the air in a vain attempt to drive them away. Which, if the blossoming red bites blooming on his face were anything to go by, was a losing struggle.
The shorter man recoiled in surprise as Serp fought back, his thin face going flush. There had been enough sedative to put a grown man on his ass, let alone some little girl.
“YOU BITCH!” The short man spat as he dove forward trying to tackle Serp off her feet.
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//