"Mickey!" Mac yelled. "Mickey! It's time to stop running! We can't help you if you won't let us!" He started moving in the opposite direction of the flame wall, assuming that to be where she headed.

I looked at the terrified girl running onto the road and almost considered stopping, then I realized who it was. I kept up the speed and sniffed, "She can tank it." I said as I slammed into Mickey.

Mac finally caught up to Mickey, only to stop and see the scene. Mickey on the ground, skid marks, Scott's driving the car. Did he try to cut her off, and she ran in front of the car? No time to figure this shit out, gotta check if Mickey's okay.

(I don't know where the skid marks came from, I didn't try to slow down.)
I parked along the side of the road then got out and walked over to Mickey.

Mickey jerked away from him, and winced as it jarred her arm. "Don't."

Garret ran out of the woods and took in the scene before him. It was actually her...a little worse for wear, much skinnier and much more scarred than before but Mickey.

Mickey looked between them, curse this injury, curse this getting caught, curse her split mind. "I'm...fine," She said, knowing full well it wasn't in any way convincing. She stood slowly, trying to back away. Look at them, they all look so upset, so hurt, so betrayed..

Raven blushed the dirt off her when she popped up beside Garret and took in the scene in front of her. Well ain't that something.

"It's us Mickey, your friends, nothing about that has changed," Garret offered a small smile. "You're hurting, we can help.." Tears brimmed in Mickey's eyes as she stood another step back. A gentle wind swirled around her, pushing her forward some, welcoming. "Please don't run."

"I'm not the same," She argued, weakly.

"None of us are. Shit happened, we can at least share a bit of how you feel." Mac looked at his massive arm then transformed back to his normal state.

Raven stared at her. How?

"Mac," Garret said, inching closer. "He's still in her head." He knelt beside Mac. "The king," he whispered. 

You're nothing but a burden, they're only doing thing because they feel like they have to, run Mickey, run like you always do, it taunted. "Shut UP!" She shouted, flames licking their way up her arms, and seconds before she exploded again, a ball of air surrounded her, containing the flames. Garret's hand was up, his focus narrowed solely on her, his face pinched with concentration. "When she tires herself out Mac, I need you over there. She needs you over there."