She jumps at the sound of wood against concrete, spinning around like a frightened animal in plenty of time to see the painting take flight.
Kim steps back from it, automatically, and then realizes what she's done. When she whirls back to face Sylar, she's standing within arms' reach, and it's easy to see the dark intent in the flat blackness of his glance.
She doesn't even think about it. Survival instinct takes over, and Kim shoves him as hard as she can, throwing both hands forward with all her weight and all the force of her terror behind the blow. It hits him mid-abdomen, right on the line of the wound that she'd just spent so much effort carefully stitching up.
Kim doesn't wait to see how he reacts, but spins and bolts for the front door.
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Date: 2007-09-15 04:30 am (UTC)Kim steps back from it, automatically, and then realizes what she's done. When she whirls back to face Sylar, she's standing within arms' reach, and it's easy to see the dark intent in the flat blackness of his glance.
She doesn't even think about it. Survival instinct takes over, and Kim shoves him as hard as she can, throwing both hands forward with all her weight and all the force of her terror behind the blow. It hits him mid-abdomen, right on the line of the wound that she'd just spent so much effort carefully stitching up.
Kim doesn't wait to see how he reacts, but spins and bolts for the front door.