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I Am Not A Hero

Alex checks her revolver, popping the shell off and making sure the accelerator rings are all aligned perfectly. Her pilot sits next to her, eyes blank and unseeing. Her sight instead comes from the cameras on the front of the sleek black craft, transmitted directly to her brain through the cables plugged into the sockets behind her ear.

"You playing with a gun Angel?" She mutters, swinging the transport low and initializing the magical diagram on the bottom. The electricity to magic sub-systems kick on and the craft hovers feet above the ground, slowing down to approach the gateway to the Central Black Zone.

"Yes, yes I am."

"Sounds new. Don't know that sound."

Alex chuckles quietly.

"Of course. New toy. Ninety caliber magically assisted magnetic acceleration revolver."

Her pilot scoffs, pulling up to the gate. The Guardians stand in the way. The enormous nearly transparent dome wobbles around the gate, twisting and shifting patterns rolling across the surface, in ancient Enochian. Alex doesn't look at them, tries to ignore the painful crackling on her skin. The pilot transmits her credentials and the details of Alex's contracts and the guardians step aside, allowing them through.

"How the fuck do you deal with the recoil?"

“I'm upgraded, Kela. Heavily. Full body suite, spine included. I'm... shit... more than fifty percent machine at this point.” She peers out the window. Five minutes to Chicago. She's itching to kill something.

When winter came...

My life has become more..lucid in a way. It's as though I lacked clarity in every part of it. I wish it was easier, but the longer I spent after our breakup,the more I felt like I was dreaming. And I didn't like that feeling at all. It was a vague sign that I was dissociating more with reality as a defense mechanism. Days when I was working felt the best, everything was more or less clear then, I knew what I was doing and when I'd be doing it, what time frame I was given to do it in. Life after work though, was not as clear anymore. I often found myself wandering in places I usually wouldn't go to alone. Company wasn't something I craved. And though for the most part I was doing better with therapy going for almost two months now, a realization that I almost took my life a month ago was still fresh and raw, both for me and for my friends who managed to catch and stop me. The odd thing was, first days after the attempt were when I felt the most real, raw and fresh. As the days went by I began feeling more and more lucid. I could distinctively feel a part of me going dormant, like a bear in hibernation. And I hated the fact that I had no control over that part of me, probably because it still belonged to someone else.
And with my birthday coming up as well as the new years, I had a strong desire to just disappear from the face of the earth for a month or two and appear in a completely different place.

A Life Examined

This wasn't Maggie's usual way. Or was it? She knew so very few people and was called upon so infrequently by family that she couldn't say for certain whether or not she was the type to open her home up to visitors who come unannounced. She felt dazed, nervous almost, unsure what to do next now that this bedraggled man stood before her in her living room, looking about himself with a vacant gaze.

It occurred to Maggie that her mother once told her, on one of those rare occasions she saw her mother, when the nurse was sick, not to talk to strangers and not to answer the door for them. She felt almost a thrill at having broken this rule, but also felt very stupid. Was she not putting herself in danger by admitting a strange man into her home?

"Is there someone I can...call for you?"
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Love, Lust, and Everything Above

It was a beautiful cool, sunny day, walking down a small thin trail with blades of grass every so slightly peeking through the dirt beneath my feet. Along side me are rows of dark green trees with large flat leaves. The wind is slightly breezing by, making the leaves gently whisp side to side. I whisp a piece of my bangs to the side of my face, my luscious blondish brownish hair that when hit by the sun can look like shimmering gold. My deep hazel eyes and luscious lips that could stop anyone in their tracks. My slender body, walking down this trail with nowhere in particular to go. I'm wearing a loose pink shirt, one shoulder peeking out over the rim of the shirt. A skirt that is tight around my waist, black and gray in color, just showing off my curves. On my feet are some thin sandles so I can just barely feel the ground beneath my feet.
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