[center][h2][color=#1961d6]Spindle[/color][/h2][/center]
The soft mid morning sunlight sparkled against Lisa's hair-Or it would have, but it was raining quite heavily at the moment, which made her choice of attire all the more odd. Lisa was wearing a beautiful black dress, with a red bow wrapped around it, resting just above her waist.  Her hair had recently been redyed, and the startling blue was absolutely breathtaking. Unfortunately it had been quite expensive, as her hair reached down to her knees when not tied up. Right now she was taking advantage of that length to hide metal wire against her back.

As she walked purposefully down the street, metal wire unfurled behind her back, sliding up near her collar to cover her face in a slow process. No one else was on this street at the moment, which wasn't too surprising considering the neighborhood she was in. Right as she passed under a streetlight, and turned to head towards the gas station Lisa's mask finished obscuring her face. Only her eyes were visible, even her lips hidden beneath the thin wire. As she moved towards the door, a man begging for change noticed her, and moved quickly to escape into the nearest alley. Lisa ignored him, entering the gas station as the bell connected to the door dinged.

The man behind the counter didn't notice her for a second or two, but his eyes didn't leave her once he did. The bulky TV above the shop shelves gave out the scores of Sunday night football with an incessant hiss in the background. Spindle surveyed slowly, wire stealthily snaking down the back of her leg, and heading under the counter. It quickly wrapped around the man's arms, and legs before he could press the silent alarm. The wire detached from the rest as the man gasped in surprise, but he didn't make another noise, probably because the wire was, almost gently, caressing his neck.

Soft footfalls sounded as Spindle headed further into the store, looking from side to side with a confident gaze. To her surprise there were no others in the store, and she moved back to the counter, glancing at the door. More wire uncoiled from behind her, less stealthily this time, and wrapped around the door handle to prevent it from opening. Spindle scanned the self-serve gas area, before looking back up at the man at the register.

[color=#00f9ff][b]”Hand over all of the money in the register.”[/b][/color]

Her voice was steady, not panicked, and definitely not hurried. She had practiced that in the mirror all morning, and it had come out much better than she had expected. The man nodded, flinching intermittently at the feeling of the cool wire against his throat. Spindle loosened the wire's grip on his hands, and the man let out a small breath, moving his hands in front of him. He pressed two buttons on the register in succession, and a small ding played as the cash drawer ejected from the machine. Before the man could reach into the drawer, Spindle's eyes snapped to the door. A young mother, and her small child were standing outside, the mother was holding the keys to the restroom. Fear was clear in the mother's eyes, while the child, who seemed to be more than a year old, only showed vague interest. Spindle sighed, and turned back to the cashier.

A loud click sounded as the man pumped a shotgun, quickly bringing it level with Spindle's head. She reacted without thinking, stumbling backwards as wire suddenly wrapped around the man's arms. His aim was quickly displaced, his arms being pulled violently upwards. Panicked, he pulled the trigger, shooting into the ceiling above Spindle, and showering her with drywall. Wire wrapped around the shotgun quickly, wrenching it out of his hands, as more came out from behind Spindle to restrain him further. Within seconds the man had both his arms and legs restrained again, with wire pulled taut around his throat.

Tears welled in Spindle's eyes as she took ragged breaths, trying her best to calm herself. She stood shakily and quickly moved forward. The cashier was curled up behind the counter, the wire stopping him from fixing that. Spindle pulled herself up onto the counter, making sure to stay decent. She picked up a plastic bag, and moved the money inside of the cash register quickly into it. She finished after about thirty seconds had passed, and hopped down off the counter. Her wire untangled itself from around the door handle, before pulling it open for her. Spindle moved outside, noticing the young mother and child gone from view. She shrugged, before moving towards the closest alley. Once in the safety of the dark alley, her mask slid away layer by layer, tears mixing with rain as they slid down her cheek.