Haizel was immensely surprised as she was now laying, her back to the bed, the breath washed out of her lungs. She grabbed on to the bulk of Heck's arms, feeling his brute strength beneath her finger tips. She searched his dull blue eyes, frightfulness now aching at the back of her mind. She felt the brick force that Heck's weight brought on her, keeping her glued to the mattress, seemingly in an effort to keep her down. She pulled her feet up and in a full effort she pushed against his chest, kicking him off of her. She stood up quickly, rushing to make it to the door, "You are just as the other agent." She said, clearly disappointed before slamming the door. She grabbed the keys that laid hidden in her dress pocket, searching for the matching key, her mind in a haze. Her hair felt glued to the front of her face, as she continuously pulled at it, bothered as she looked for the correct key. Her palms had begun sweating before she dropped the abundance of keys, not bothering to lock the door.<br/><br/>She trotted down the stairs, two at a time, making it to the West wing rather quickly, only to be greeted by Aetheir. She looked up at him, anger highlighted in her eyes, not wanting to be bothered. She pushed her palms outward, shoving him into the adjacent wall, causing a scenic painting to topple to the ground, shattering the glass that kept it confined. "Get the fuck away from me." He looked at her in awe, silence his only answer as she continued walking, now finding refuge in her room. She ripped the blood stained sheets from her bed, throwing them and leaving them askew along the wooden floor. She curled her body along the comfort of her mattress, feeling utterly betrayed and confused by the events that had taken place during the past day. She laid there, breathing deeply in an effort to calm herself, to understand Heck's seemingly heinous actions, though nothing came to mind.