Three Sentence Ficathon

Somewhere along the way of rescuing their latest number, they’ve managed to end up tied up in a dark room for hours, where even Root’s precious Machine can find no escape out of, unless— Shaw looks over at Root, who’s glassy-eyed, barely conscious from lack of blood, but who still manages to give her a smile that’s both weak and predatory. Shaw sighs, offering her arm out, and feels Root latch on with sharp teeth, drinking greedily. Seconds later, Root has snapped their handcuffs, thrown all of the people guarding them across the room, and escapes with Shaw in tow.