a delivery, of sorts. TO: Jennifer Hill. FROM: Anonymous.
It comes slowly, as pain sometimes does. It's an overwhelming sense of exhaustion that takes days to really supply the full effect. Buried beneath sheets and blankets, down past the place she lays her head, is something far more powerful than she realizes. Nestled between two mattresses, the princess may find a pea. The heroine, however, will find the smallest sphere of Kryptonite. It glows with a fierce pride, newly shaped and presented with no word, no clear sign of the sender. It exists to destroy, and while it's only one step forward, it has done its job without problem. The game has begun.