Anna. (ex_calamitie267) wrote in ourtrueselves, @ 2010-04-01 18:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | anna harkness, michael morgan |
Who: Anna Harkness, Michael Morgan
When: April 1, 2010
Where: Outside of a Camelot Enterprises building
What: Anna tracks down Michael. Violence ensues.
Rating: R for abuse of mutant powers, violence, and character death.
This moment had been a long time coming. Securing Michael's location had cost Anna immensely, both in funds and in the most precious resource: her own time. He was the figurehead of a movement that represented everything she hated - neither she nor her reincarnate had experienced easy, happy lives and as far as she was concerned, Camelot was a haven for self-satisfied people of privilege who didn't want to share.
Perspective-taking and empathy had never been her strong suit. Neither was mercy.
Because she'd spent most of her waking hours skulking around cities with Camelot Enterprises buildings, bribing local shopkeepers and the Morgans' employees, she had not been overseeing affairs in the CORE headquarters. The cost was high, but she expected a return. A secretary had turned; the woman, desperately in need of money to make her bills, had slipped Anna a copy of the week's schedule that included a visit from Michael himself. A few hundred in cash and a sob-story about wanting to make a product pitch to the powerful businessman had been all it took.
Then it was simply a matter of getting there before him. Anna was fortunate in many ways; she was young, innocuous looking, and the host to an incredibly powerful (if unstable and out-of-control) mutant. She didn't need to get close to cause damage. She only needed to be within line-of-sight, and there was a perfect spot half a block down the street. The bus stop provided shelter overhead, and the dark-haired girl with the coffee and magazine drew no attention from the passers-by.
At exactly 8:45 am, the car pulled up. Anna recognized it from CORE surveillance photographs, but she did not stand. Instead, she balled her right hand into a fist and, in a wild gesture, flung it out towards the street. As her arm extended, her fingers unfurled.
There was a brief flash of blue around the vehicle. Later, eyewitnesses would describe it as 'an electrical short,' a ripple of neon color that was explainable in no other way. The police report filed that evening blamed the electrical short for igniting the gas tank, but no one with knowledge of reincarnates would believe the story. It was a placeholder, because 'spontaneous combustion' would never fly as an explanation in the public record.
The explosion was loud and violent. People dove for cover and Anna followed their lead, cowering behind the bench. She waited until flames licked up from inside the vehicle and the bystanders regained enough wit to grab for cell phones or rush for help. Then, in the chaos, she slipped away.