[h1][img]http://i1383.photobucket.com/albums/ah281/Q-C0ntinuum/Izkrip_zpsxvpt2vsz.jpg?t=1445077115[/img] Izkripp[/h1]
[h2]Vida Curacio[/h2]
Vida had her sights completely locked on to her hands when she felt something touch her. Instantly her eyes wide with terror moved to Cal. The color of her face was drained, she looked worse than death. The warmth of Cal's hand sunk into her skin as a bitter reminder that she was awake and these events had happened. Everything was real. This is real. She snapped out of it and slapped Cal's hand away. She didn't want to hurt anyone else. Why was she cursed to have such a twisted ability? The others had powers that were less evil than hers, she was like an evil villain. Sliding back from Cal her eyes darted around until they settled on her jacket that had been tossed to the side. Slowly she stood up, her legs still shaken from before, and walked to her jacket.

Getting to her jacket she reached down and picked it up, not even bothering to dust it off she put in on. It was still to big for her. Thank God.. She thought has she slid her arms into the sleeves then zipped it up. The jacket swallowed her whole, it was comforting. She reached up and pulled the hood over her head, when it stopped it ended up covering most of her face. Keeping her hands in her sleeves she looked to Cal, she was calmer now. The jacket seemed like a security blanket, but she still didn't want anyone to touch her. "D-did I touch y-you?" She stuttered. Her eyes were filled with worry as she looked over Cal to make sure there were no injuries that looked like something she had done. She didn't see any, maybe they were hidden..

She looked around at the others finally. They were all still alive, she sighed in relief. She wanted to go home, curl up on her bed, and hold her cats. She wanted to close her eyes and wake up to her alarm going off telling her it was time for work. "I want to g-go back..." She said more to herself.