The room held a collective breath as it waited for Dee’s reaction.
She turned, pivoting slowly towards Steve, the precise motion eerie after witnessing her unnatural speed.
Steve forced himself to remain rooted, to make no motion or sound that might sway her towards chaos.
She took a step towards him.
Another.
Steve swallowed around the lump in his throat, adrenaline and expectation wreaking havoc inside him.
An avalanche of glass tipped the scales.
The doctor, in his attempt to sneak away, to utilize the distraction Steve provided, knocked into a workstation. The tinkling shatters of beakers and pipets brought Dee whirling back to him with a snarl.
Steve jumped, startled by the sound. He took a step towards the doctor, instinct to help him, but what could he do?
The doctor was on
