Trick felt irritation spark like fire in her blood. She slammed a palm against the wall – [i]that hadn't been there a moment ago[/i] – and disappeared in a pop. She reappeared standing on top of the wall, glaring down on the other side. The man was gone. With a growl of frustration she was gone again, only to pop back into existence on the ground again, already half way through throwing a wicked side kick. The sole of her foot collided with the wall in a thud. Trick held the pose for a moment, her breath heavy but even.

People were screaming. Dying. Both of the [i]monumental asshats[/i] who were responsible had gotten away. She had let them get away.

Her hands were fisted at her sides, one clenched white around the hilt of her sword. The sirens were blaring in the night, but had stopped approaching. They'd arrived at the building, then. Trick fought the urge to run her blade through the wall. She'd just end up damaging it anyway. Instead, she sheathed it in a smooth, swift motion.

Trick teleported her way back to the building. The clashing sounds of wails and shouts and blaring sirens threatened to overwhelm her as she looked at the scene. A crew was trying to move the rubble, looking for the remaining people. Blue and red flashed from parked police cars and ambulances. The three guards she'd managed to pull from the building were all with different paramedics, being talked to in calm voices and having blankets draped around their shoulders.

The young woman Trick had told to call the ambulance was there. Trick looked at her for a moment. As though sensing her presence, the woman blinked and slowly turned to look at Trick. They watched each other while the paramedic took her vitals. Guilt scratched its way up her throat, suffocating her with the things she hadn't done.

Trick teleported away. 

She reappeared next to one of the men trying to dig out the trapped guards. He jumped, eyes widening as he registered her presence. 

People were unsure what to make of the masked vigilante. Some saw her as a much needed heroes. Others saw her as a sanctimonious kid making life harder for the cops and causing more trouble than she was worth. But after a moment the man seemed to make his decision about her. She was there to help.

[color=crimson]"I just need to see them. Then I can get them out."[/color] He nodded and turned back to his work. The other men followed suit.

Trick was there for five more hours. They pulled one survivor from the wreckage.

One survivor and two bodies.

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An alarm blared into the little apartment, shattering whatever peace she'd been able to find. Lexa greeted the morning with a glare and a tired moan. She was sore. She was exhausted. She felt like shit.

She had work in an hour.

Mustering up more energy than she thought she was capable of, she grabbed her pillow and threw it at the clock in a flash. The blaring didn't stop. With a sigh, Lexa sat up.

Her mattress was flat on the ground, a few rumpled blankets and pillows tangled around her. Frank, her old doberman, was curled up on her legs, pinning them down and pretending he was a lapdog. She was fairly certain she'd lost feeling in them. With a sigh, Lexa leaned over and scratched behind his ears. His eyes stayed closed and he gave a little huff. Lexa's mouth twitched up into what was almost a smile. 

Eventually she managed to move Frank off her legs, work some feeling back into them, do her morning ritual, and head out the door for work. There was a line to the entrance of her bookstore. Lexa stilled until she remembered it was Saturday. She closed her eyes in resignation.

It was no secret that bookstores were going out of business. So as some kind of grand plan to get more business, every Saturday they played a movie in the reading room, and had discounts of books with that theme. This week the theme was superheroes. All comic books were 30% off, and they were watching a movie Lexa had zero interest in. Some jackass on a by-the-books revenge quest because someone made him ugly while giving him superpowers. Apparently it was pretty popular based on how many people had lined up to see it. Lexa found it obnoxious.

Shoving her way past the fanboys, Lexa dug out her keys and unlocked the door. At least they were civilized enough to wait for her ok before entering in a calm and orderly fashion. She popped in the movie, set up her counter, and pulled out her phone. News articles of the chaos from the night before appeared on her screen. Her eyebrows furrowed together, a mix of frustration, guilt, sadness, and anger churning in her stomach. Her face was otherwise still as she scrolled through the articles.