America Chavez (starspaces) wrote in chances_rpg, @ 2022-08-21 22:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | mcu: wanda maximoff |
Who: America Chavez and Wanda Maximoff
What: Flea and rescue
Where: The Strange apartment and subsequent hallways
When: Sunday Night
America had made a promise not to leave the apartment, and honestly, she didn’t want to. She had dealt with her fair share of creepy demon things for the past year, and honestly she thought they were behind her. There were few things they could do other than pace around the apartment until Stephen came back, but Emily and America stuck together for the most part, playing cards in the candle light to keep their minds off the impending threat.
It hadn’t been good enough apparently, because at some point between rounds of cards, the creepy demon thing seemed to almost materialize out of the shadow. It lunged towards them, and Emily did… honestly, America couldn’t even tell what Emily did, it was more advanced that what America had learned so far. It didn’t seem to stop the monster though, and the two of them booked it towards the door.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Emily go one way, and she went the other. The demon couldn’t chase the both of them, or maybe he could, but America had to take the chance. Of course, when America paused to look over her shoulder it was coming after her.
She stomped her foot causing the ground to shutter slightly, a starburst of light shooting outwards and doing seemling nothing more than flicker the shape of the creature. She felt the fear well up inside of her, the fear that typically triggered her power. She moved to swing a punch at it, but her fist went flying though it like it wasn’t even there.
She’d turned and ran again, not even worrying about where she was going, but more about putting as much distance between her and the demon. She tried to focus, and move her hands, to portal anywhere, but it was barely sparking. She was not calm enough to focus. From behind, the demon lunged at her, its claws sinking into her leg, ripping through her jeans. America couldn’t help the loud scream that fell from her lips.