Post by Amy Jayne King on Nov 22, 2012 7:28:45 GMT -5
Say it once, tell me twice
Are you certain I’m alright?
Just a sign, to remind me
That tomorrow’s worth the fight
Ever changing the storyline that keeps me alive
Who'd have thought that dying could change a person so rapidly? Of course most people who died stayed dead, Amy was a wonderful exception it seemed. Lucky more then anything, damn lucky. Amy had the ability to heal others, along with being able to inflict past injuries that the person in question had once received. That wouldn't save her, never really did anything personally for her but that wasn't to say she didn't appreciate her gift. It helped others, that's what being a hero was all about was it not? a selfless act...
Unfortunately, her lack of self healing wouldn't save her at the one time she needed it and Amy had died. It made her wonder if someone up there was looking down on her, because all of this time she had been the same Amy, selfless and using her ability to save others and never being able to use it for her own needs...until now. Luck would have it that this manifestation occurred just at the exact time she needed it. Amy was able to heal herself.
It came as a shock to everyone, especially Amy. So much so that it took a while to sink in, dying definitely wasn't easy and especially coming back afterwards and thinking your life would be normal. She had her ups and downs, but right now she appeared to be having more good times then bad. Her attitude had changed, she was finding it easier to be tougher, to be determined, what was to fear when you were practically untouchable?
She was taking it all with as much confidence as she could and not getting ahead of herself, though a girl who'd never stepped foot in the training room appeared to be spending more and more time training. Amy had not much to fear anymore and because of that she found it much easier to get stuck in and want out in the field.
The blonde had taken herself to the local gym in brooklyn, a place in which she'd have never gone had it not been for the incident that left her so strong willed. She came here most days, without fail always trying new things. She was stood sparring with the punch bag in front of her, her punches becoming far better and on point over time. In the beginning Amy was fragile, she could barely fight her way out of a wet paper bag but she was progressing rapidly, she wanted to prove a point here, not just to the elites but to herself that she could be far greater of a help then she had ever been before.