Who: Alma Wade What: Alma’s control over her powers is weakening When: Friday Where: The Ranch Status: complete Rating: PG-13
Alma's eyes were glowing. She gripped the edge of the balcony so hard that her knuckles turned white, and gazed out over the open fields of the ranch. It was Shepard's ranch now, and Summers'. She felt..angry..upset..and mostly sad, but Wrex had needed to take care of things. She also felt alone. She didn't want to bother Roy, and the only other friend she had close to her age was lost to her. She didn't know how to approach her brother.
Shadowy things gathered below her, manifistations of her distress. She dismissed them without even a gesture. Not now, not ever. She had to control this. The damage, the hurt she could cause if she lost herself would be terrible. There'd be no coming back from that, not for her. She’d never forgive herself the pain and the death.
The shadowy things gathered again, and her breath shortened. She required no physical movement, no move of the hand or even blink of the eye to use her powers. They just happened. The shadows vanished again and she sagged against the balcony. She was not a monster. Alma wouldn’t let herself be one. She just needed to keep the voices at bay, and ignore the ghost of Harlan Wade.