Part of the mommy bill included a need to protect anyone younger than her with all the ferocity of a lioness or a bear. But clutching Girlie's hand and sprinting through the woods to get away from the kid chasing them, she was able to smother the urge to turn around and beat the Southern accent out of Gideon.
Another part, the one that told her to run away, was the one she was grateful for. She didn't know what Gideon could do, but if he'd been in jail AND scared the Pines twins, he couldn't be good. Keep Girlie with you and get away. No violence will be necessary. Just get her back to the Mystery Shack and everything will be okay.
Suddenly, her younger sister's hand was out of hers. Prez skidded to a halt immediately, hitting a tree. She landed on her backside and, rubbing her head where it had made contact with the wood, and immediately looked around for her sister.
The terrified squeak coming from a clearing told her everything she needed to know.
Prez, as quietly as she could (if she was in a video game her stamina stats would be way down), parted the leaves of a bush and peered out into the clearing.
So that's what the amulet could do.
Gideon was clutching his amulet, which was glowing in a light blue color. Her little sister was glowing in the same color and about three feet in the air.
Seeing her sister in danger was enough to put Prez into a rage of grizzly bear proportions. She crawled around a little bit, looking for something to knock Gideon out (or at least make him drop her sister). She grabbed a large stick (more like a branch), about the size and weight of the average baseball bat.
Prez rose slowly, catching Girlie's eye. Girlie looked like she was about to say something, but Prez motioned for her to keep quiet.
She snuck out into the clearing, creeping up behind Gideon. She clutched the branch over her shoulder, like she did during family softball games during the summer months - she was the best hitter of the Appleshine clan, not that she bragged about it . . . much.
She swung like she was hitting a softball, and with a sickening crack Gideon fell. Girlie fell too, landing in some bushes thanks to the lack of psychic energy.
With the threat removed, the logical part of Prez's brain returned.
That's when she realized she'd hit him too hard.
Of course, the scarlet blood coming out of his head and contrasting with his white hair might have been a hint. The significant lack of respiration was a pretty good hint too.
Prez's heart skipped a beat as she realized what she'd just done. She dropped the branch and Girlie sprinted over, throwing her arms around Prez's middle.
She hardly noticed it though. She was numb, and felt claustrophobic.
I just killed him.
She hadn't meant to hit him that hard.
She only wanted to knock him out.
But it was too late for that.
She let out a nervous chuckle and managed to talk. "I-I guess I'm in some trouble now, h-huh?"
Her vision began to fuzz around the corners. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, and she promptly fainted.