Violet immediately jumped off of the barstool and took cover on the floor. Her instincts leading her to believe that she was under attack. It didn’t sound like gunshots but whatever it was she needed to cover her head and make herself as small as possible. Suddenly, memories came rushing back to her. She was back in that place, cowering behind a trashcan hoping that they wouldn’t look further than the dead body on the ground. Her breathing was shallow and quick, her pulse rushing to her temples. She was defenseless again; frozen with fear. A feeling she had sworn to never experience again.
Cisco shoved his face into his elbow to protect his eyes, and wherever his hand pointed, things went haywire. Pictures fell off the wall, glasses shattered throughout the small bar. He stared at his hands in disbelief, and ran out of there with no thought other than to get away so he didn’t hurt anyone. He ran out of the bar faster than he had ever run before. As soon as he had left, the activity ceased within the building.
Cisco backup 