نوال بشارة (nawal) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2013-07-13 21:22:00 |
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Nawal stepped gingerly among the ruins that had once been the solitary building. She'd only ever had one stay inside, 48 hours. She supposed it put her somewhere around average, as far as the rest of the former students of IVI stood. It hadn't been remarkable, and she had been so hungry at the time that she barely remembered anything but the emptiness in her stomach. She felt a different sort of emptiness now. People were dead, Muhammad was gone, and so were her powers. This was the last place she had used her powers. She had used them when she confronted Edwin, trying to talk him down after the loss of his friend, and again later, with Harlow, clearing rubble and trying to find survivors. It had been the culmination of years' worth of work and training, in this very spot. Now, it was like it had all been for nothing. She remembered what Juli had told her, not long before everything turned to chaos. If she had Nawal's powers, she would let off steam by going somewhere remote and blowing things up. For some reason, that had resonated with Nawal, even as she knew that she couldn't risk it. Now, she wished she had at least tried. She closed one of her hands into a fist and then opened it again. She stared at the lines of her palm. Not so long ago, power had coursed underneath those lines, an ever-present destructive force. Nawal had worked so hard to control her life so that she could control it, just like she told Hunter. She had no choice, with powers like that. But she didn't need to be in control all the time anymore. Without her powers, what was holding her back? She closed her eyes, balled her hands into fists, and screamed. She screamed, and she screamed, and she screamed, until she didn't feel empty anymore. She didn't feel empty anymore. Barely a meter away, a stray cinder block the size of a loaf of bread exploded into ash. Nawal paused. She stared at it and then knelt down, rubbing the black dust between her fingertips. She stood up, wiped her hand on her trousers, and screamed again. Farther away, a larger section of torn-down wall exploded. She screamed, and, one by one, the pieces of rubble became even less, disappearing with a bang and a puff of smoke. More blocks and torn-down walls. A ceiling tile. A cracked sink. A twisted bedframe, the remnants of the mattress and sheets leaving a wisp of flame. Black snow fell from the sky, and Nawal fell to her knees, exhausted. She felt strangely giddy, and she knew that the person she was even a year ago would not have felt the same. Her powers were back, and she was newly whole. Her powers were back, and it felt good to use them. Her powers were back. |