I am not nervous..
She bit her lip. Why her parents had dropped her in a populated area with so many buildings and people she could harm Alex had no idea. It had been almost six months since then, and she'd only learned two things:
But with almost a month between her and its last appearance Alexia had gained confidence... too much confidence. She had gradually transitioned from being a night owl and only going out into view when absolutely necessary to someone who ventured out in the daylight.
I am not afraid...
The Fourth of July. An important day to Americans, as she vaguely recalled. It was supposedly day of celebration where everyone was friendly and overly-helpful. Alexia felt this a good time, as all the bad people of DC would be hiding indoors away from the celebrations. She'd found her way to a college campus and was drifting aimlessly amongst people her age. Not one of them had cared to say hi. Yet on her way out the door she ran into a tall man, someone with a sweet yet sadistic smile, and he'd pulled her aside.
There is nothing to be afraid of....
So here they were, at the back of a crowd watching the parade go by. But the man wasn't watching the parade, he was watching her with lustful eyes. Though he'd seemed nice enough (and he was) something about him sent chills down her spine.
Metallic blood started to drip into her mouth. Once again she'd chewed on her lip just a little too hard and it had started to bleed. Her eyes teared as she felt it coming. Giving a half mumbled excuse to her new friend she turned and started running. She didn't want to hurt these people.
Oh please go away... I know I'm safe!
Tears streamed down her face. She ran into a vacant building, running to the back. An unoccupied dormitory. It arrived two flights of stairs later, a blinding blue light coming from her hands and shooting out. The door down the hall caught fire. Another shot, another small fire. And another. This time the kitchenette was hit and the microwave went up in flames.
"Make it stop!" she screamed. The bolts of blue light came faster, sapping her of energy and bringing her to her knees. Red and orange flames blazed everywhere as she choked on the rising smoke. Then everything went quiet. The building blazed, a fire truck could be heard in the distance. But she had no more energy, lost in the inferno there was little chance of freedom. Her eyes closed and the world faded.
I deserve this.
She bit her lip. Why her parents had dropped her in a populated area with so many buildings and people she could harm Alex had no idea. It had been almost six months since then, and she'd only learned two things:
- Avoid everyone. No one is your friend.
- The outbursts come with fear. See number one to prevent an outburst.
But with almost a month between her and its last appearance Alexia had gained confidence... too much confidence. She had gradually transitioned from being a night owl and only going out into view when absolutely necessary to someone who ventured out in the daylight.
I am not afraid...
The Fourth of July. An important day to Americans, as she vaguely recalled. It was supposedly day of celebration where everyone was friendly and overly-helpful. Alexia felt this a good time, as all the bad people of DC would be hiding indoors away from the celebrations. She'd found her way to a college campus and was drifting aimlessly amongst people her age. Not one of them had cared to say hi. Yet on her way out the door she ran into a tall man, someone with a sweet yet sadistic smile, and he'd pulled her aside.
There is nothing to be afraid of....
So here they were, at the back of a crowd watching the parade go by. But the man wasn't watching the parade, he was watching her with lustful eyes. Though he'd seemed nice enough (and he was) something about him sent chills down her spine.
Metallic blood started to drip into her mouth. Once again she'd chewed on her lip just a little too hard and it had started to bleed. Her eyes teared as she felt it coming. Giving a half mumbled excuse to her new friend she turned and started running. She didn't want to hurt these people.
Oh please go away... I know I'm safe!
Tears streamed down her face. She ran into a vacant building, running to the back. An unoccupied dormitory. It arrived two flights of stairs later, a blinding blue light coming from her hands and shooting out. The door down the hall caught fire. Another shot, another small fire. And another. This time the kitchenette was hit and the microwave went up in flames.
"Make it stop!" she screamed. The bolts of blue light came faster, sapping her of energy and bringing her to her knees. Red and orange flames blazed everywhere as she choked on the rising smoke. Then everything went quiet. The building blazed, a fire truck could be heard in the distance. But she had no more energy, lost in the inferno there was little chance of freedom. Her eyes closed and the world faded.
I deserve this.