[b]ALISSA / TYRIAN[/b]

Tyrian shrugged half-heartedly at Hank. "She, uh... She's just... She's been through a lot today. This guy... Grundy. He... He stalked us and..." Tyrian ran a paw-hand through his fur-hair. "He killed her parents. Right in front of her." 

Alissa curled herself into the fetal position, but she refused to cry. That's not what her parents would ahve wanted. But she was so ashamed of herself, losing control like that. The other part of her- the animal part of her- she couldn't let her take control ever again. She couldn't lose it like that. 

But what if Grundy didn't die? She didn't remember what had happened to him, just that her parents had died. She couldn't remember anything... Just her anger, her rage, her resentment... She remembered the hate she had for Grundy killing the only people that had ever truly loved her. She remembered the pain of losing them. And she remembered the rage that took over her in the wake of her parents' death. She remembered needing to destroy something. But she didn't remember actually doing it. As she looked up and saw the damage that she had done, she hated herself even more. She had done this... 

Tyrian watched her for a moment. "I think it's safe for us to talk to her," he half-whispered to Hank. He approached Alissa gently and sat next to her. "How ya feelin' Liss?"

Alissa's attention suddenly snapped back into reality, and she stared into Tyrian's eyes. "I'm never using my powers ever again."