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Racheli's head throbbed and ached. Each movement had her gut twisted itself into knots, turning itself inside out, and creating a strong urge within her throat to hurl. The room abruptly tilted to one side causing Racheli's knees to wobble in their weakness as she whiten her knuckles on the marble counter. This was ridiculous in her mind. She only just laid down a few hours ago after taking some medication, but nothing had gotten better. Instead she was weaker. 

[i]Now... This bozo shows up.[/i] 

She coughed again and pulled away her hand, revealing what she had hacked up blood.  Her body shivering, and more alarm triggered alarm bells went off in her heart. It was a cold fact that scared her. Racheli leaned further into the counter edge where she tried to stop herself from crumbling into the floor, her eyes fixed on the asshole that barged into her current home. It might've been shitty but it was still being rented.

Racheli's free arm reached for a knife setting she jerked it smoothly from within the block then quickly flipped it across her forearm. Briefly she couldn't help but notice the cutting edge was pointed outward. Inside her skin shivered at the thought of how easily she had made the movement. However she shook it loose, clearing her mind because now wasn't the time to be distracted.

The masked man merely snickered, his eyes studied Racheli making her neck hairs crawl. He took a step further in and came to face her from the opened space leading into the kitchen. The whole time his eyes twinkled with a familiar light she knew sparked in her own. A sick, twisted enjoyment of making others scream and plead for life. Very same sickness her own father suffered from when she was a young child. 

Racheli coughed again and her knees crumpled, bring her to one knee, while she held a hand to her mouth. Her cough rattled her very bones. More dark colored blood splattered upon her hand making it stick and wet, Racheli sensing herself becoming helpless when the man loomed over her. He raised a fist to strike her down completely. 

He chuckled easy, his hand up over her head and aiming downward. [b]“Too easy… barely worth the challenge.”[/b] 

The woman braced herself, unable to roll, and expected to feel the fist impacting immediately. 

[i]Shit… I can’t let it happen this way.[/i]

 Footsteps, heavy and thick, as someone padding in from her room wearing a tin suit. His face was covered by a mask in the theme of black, teal and dark greens looking like some hollywood or video game character over dressed for the part. Rach rolled her eyes at hearing him speak when she turned her head to face him. 

The guy waved his hand, getting the goon’s attention as well as hers, then spoke. [color=teal]”I know this is rather hypocritical of me to say, but you really shouldn't be here, sir. Leave. Now."[/color]

Six hexagonal shaped spheres floated about his back, pulsing with some sort of energy, seeming to dare the ass to make a move. The man shook his head, his eyes shifted from her to the new comer then the crows’ feet on his eyes deepened in pleasure. A soft chuckle rumbled through him as he turned upon heel and approach the man, unfazed by his appearance. [b]”So a super, meta or something else?”[/b] 

Without warning, his words barely finished, the man shot forward. His right fist clocked back as he tossed his full weight into his strike and thrusted it at the newcomer’s head, aiming to slam the man’s helmet head into the ground.