Six Sentence Sunday

This is my post for Six Sentence Sunday.

“He’ll die if you don’t,” Meredith prodded, sensing his indecision and worry. Every second he hesitated was a precious second lost, the storm around them growing heavy and black. The sky tinted green and red and clouds drew near. She flicked her gaze back to Baby, holding onto a thin thread of patience. She had forced enough onto him, she wanted him to make this choice, but if he hesitated too much longer…

A large black clawed hand shot out with a speed that amazed her and grabbed her by her face.