#[ but also oh god pls comfort her fred shes hdasjkmd ]

[glorywaited]

☽ /  @signspin​ :  “ snap out of it. ”                    𝟑, 𝟒, 𝟓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒   

      A THUNDEROUS CRACK ECHOES THROUGH THE STREETS as the terrain shudders before breaking out in a row of sharp rocks, pinning down the adversary they’d been chasing -- held in the air as the nanites she now controls form a rocky prison that remains nearly inescapable so long as she’s in control. stomp of her foot sends spires from the street in a row that leads to one jagged && deadly point held at the criminal’s throat. 

      perhaps this isn’t who she’s looking for in her strides toward retribution for what happened to her && what had put her father in a coma. the tech embedded in her chest pulses with heat && electricity as she wills the rock formation closer -- but she’s stopped as her companion’s voice cuts through the air like a knife that stills her every motion.

      HEROES are supposed to protect -- HEROES weren’t THERE for her or her father !! SHE had to be the one to do something about it. SHE had to be the one to be there for those who couldn’t be there for themselves -- && she needed to make whoever it was PAY for ruining her life. for changing her body for what was starting to seem like forever with no release of this thing from her chest  (  taking away any say she had in her own life  )   -- the burnt && charred arm that stayed in a process of rapid decay && regeneration that won’t ever heal over. VILLAINS took her life away -- they took the control she had over her own destiny && she was taking it back.

      ❝  NO !!  ❞

      her voice is loud -- confident && filled with a rage that wasn’t her usual. cyan curls bounce in the harsh movement of her head to turn toward him -- unnaturally blue eyes settling defiantly to lock with his. she isn’t thinking straight -- not now -- she’s driven by something else; call it rage, call it revenge or the nanites slowly ingraining themselves with her body ever since the accident.

       ❝  i’ve never felt more in control, fred ! there’s nothing to snap out of -- i have to finish this. no one else is going to -- && then what ? this guy goes free && hurts someone ? KILLS someone ? do you really want th--  ❞

      the distraction makes her lose control -- a slip up from still being so new to this && still learning to control her new powers -- && she’s kicked in the stomach, sent falling from the rock she stands on into the asphalt of the street below with a loud thud. she’s hurt && it’s her own fault for not being able to control it yet -- but she still tries to get back up, hand thrown forward in attempts to will the rocks but they won’t budge now && she lets out a frustrated yell.

       ❝  he’s getting away now !  ❞