Post by Reggie Sawyer on Jul 28, 2013 21:32:40 GMT -5
What a shame, what a shame we all remain
such fragile, broken things
A beauty has betrayed
Butterflies with punctured wings
There was a burst of light quite suddenly. Tilting her head away, she realized she had been staring at the ceiling. The fluorescent lights made her blink. Looking around, she found herself in a very generic convenience store, surrounded by various brands of chips. She shook her head and took a few steps, then realized there was a shopping basket in her hand. In the bag was loaf of bread, a carton of a half-dozen eggs, a liter of milk, and a small package of condoms. She blinked again. "Okay."
She took a few more steps, then halted again. What was she doing in this store anyway? Bringing food home to her family? Where was her family? Where was she? Her head hurt; the last thing she really remembered was being in Atlanta, and then the blast-
"Ma'am? Need help?"
A boy had stepped into the aisle with her. She ran. The shopping basket went with her, which meant the shopkeeper ran after her too. The boy stayed in the doorway, confused. Reggie outpaced the pudgy little shopkeeper easily, but she had no idea where she was going. She had no idea where she was.
She looked for signs. Things she might remember. Nothing looked familiar at all. There was an odd noise to her left, and she froze, like a deer in headlights, which was appropriate because she was standing dead center of a Mustang's front bumper. The driver had honked at her, and he continued to do so. Adrian, she thought.
But he wasn't Adrian. This was an older man. Old and decrepit. Adrian was younger, as she recalled. Recalled? Reggie had never met anyone named Adrian. Except for a kid in second grade, but hadn't her name been Adrienne?
Her instincts kicked in then, and she fled again, this time into an alley. Dropping the handbasket at last, she jumped and caught a foldout fire escape. She climbed up it more deftly than she could have expected, and flipped herself into a room. In there was a couple having sex, which came to a sudden stop as Reggie jumped in and dashed through the room. "Sorry!" she yelled just before exiting into a hallway. She found a stairway and ran up it, still unsure of what her body was doing, but her mind seemed to know what was going on, so she let it do what it wanted.
The stairs opened onto the roof. No one was pursuing her anymore, but her body acted as though there was something right on her tail. Running faster and faster, she crossed to the edge of the roof; before she knew what she was doing, she had put one foot on the raised edge, vaulted herself up with the other, and went plunging over the edge.
She was falling now. Clapping her hands together, she created a warm bubble through a little bit of her reserves of solar energy, which were rather small now that she thought about it, and directed the bubble downward. Then, when she and the bubble reached the ground, it landed first, and she bounced off it and did a perfect somersault. That was so, so strange. She didn't have that much control of her ability to pull off something like that. She never hand. What was up with this now?
She dusted herself off. She was wearing rather cheap clothes, she finally noticed. Not the type of stuff she normally would. A black Nirvana T-shirt, some denim shorts, and short black boots. And some odd choices in bracelets. What, had she dressed in the dark?
This part of town was different. A bit more seedy. A man glared at her through a window, and suddenly she had a crazily quick thought, Adrian, but that wasn't him either, she knew somehow even though she had never met him. Actually, no, she had met him. She had worked with him briefly as part of the Rogue Society, and helped with the attack on DC. He would know what to do. He would miss her. She needed to find Adrian.
But first she had to get out of wherever the fuck she was.
She took a few more steps, then halted again. What was she doing in this store anyway? Bringing food home to her family? Where was her family? Where was she? Her head hurt; the last thing she really remembered was being in Atlanta, and then the blast-
"Ma'am? Need help?"
A boy had stepped into the aisle with her. She ran. The shopping basket went with her, which meant the shopkeeper ran after her too. The boy stayed in the doorway, confused. Reggie outpaced the pudgy little shopkeeper easily, but she had no idea where she was going. She had no idea where she was.
She looked for signs. Things she might remember. Nothing looked familiar at all. There was an odd noise to her left, and she froze, like a deer in headlights, which was appropriate because she was standing dead center of a Mustang's front bumper. The driver had honked at her, and he continued to do so. Adrian, she thought.
But he wasn't Adrian. This was an older man. Old and decrepit. Adrian was younger, as she recalled. Recalled? Reggie had never met anyone named Adrian. Except for a kid in second grade, but hadn't her name been Adrienne?
Her instincts kicked in then, and she fled again, this time into an alley. Dropping the handbasket at last, she jumped and caught a foldout fire escape. She climbed up it more deftly than she could have expected, and flipped herself into a room. In there was a couple having sex, which came to a sudden stop as Reggie jumped in and dashed through the room. "Sorry!" she yelled just before exiting into a hallway. She found a stairway and ran up it, still unsure of what her body was doing, but her mind seemed to know what was going on, so she let it do what it wanted.
The stairs opened onto the roof. No one was pursuing her anymore, but her body acted as though there was something right on her tail. Running faster and faster, she crossed to the edge of the roof; before she knew what she was doing, she had put one foot on the raised edge, vaulted herself up with the other, and went plunging over the edge.
She was falling now. Clapping her hands together, she created a warm bubble through a little bit of her reserves of solar energy, which were rather small now that she thought about it, and directed the bubble downward. Then, when she and the bubble reached the ground, it landed first, and she bounced off it and did a perfect somersault. That was so, so strange. She didn't have that much control of her ability to pull off something like that. She never hand. What was up with this now?
She dusted herself off. She was wearing rather cheap clothes, she finally noticed. Not the type of stuff she normally would. A black Nirvana T-shirt, some denim shorts, and short black boots. And some odd choices in bracelets. What, had she dressed in the dark?
This part of town was different. A bit more seedy. A man glared at her through a window, and suddenly she had a crazily quick thought, Adrian, but that wasn't him either, she knew somehow even though she had never met him. Actually, no, she had met him. She had worked with him briefly as part of the Rogue Society, and helped with the attack on DC. He would know what to do. He would miss her. She needed to find Adrian.
But first she had to get out of wherever the fuck she was.
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