[center][h1][color=92278f]Alyssa Paige[/color][/h1]

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Location: Her house
Interacting with:  [@BeautifulSnow]'s Vanessa via text[/center]

The bag fell off... again.  Her heavy punching bag was secured to the top rafter of her basement by a thick metal hook,  and it was weighted in such a way that that was never supposed to happen.  It hit the concrete floor of her small workout room with a thud.  She just stared at it for a moment,  dread creeping into her limbs.

Alyssa let out a snarl of frustration,  turning to snatch her water bottle.  Maybe Vanessa had been right,  maybe the damn woman wasn't just fucking with them.  Ever since the accident she'd been stronger,  faster,  even the small bruises she normal gathered training had vanished.  She'd been angrier too,  but most of that she blamed on the fact that Kimberly still hadn't woken up.

Her chest twisted as she thought about her girlfriend.  She was still at the hospital,  in a coma.  All because Alyssa wasn't strong enough,  or fast enough,  to have stopped that damn wolf.  Her friends and family had all been quick with 'it's not your fault'  and 'there's nothing you could have done',  but ultimately it had been just her between Kimmy and that beast.  She just wasn't enough.

She looked down at her phone,  sighing heavily.  She flipped through it until she found Vanessa's name.

[color=92278f][i]'Vanessa,  It's Alyssa.  Can we talk?  I'm starting to believe you.'[/i][/color]

She fired off a quick text.  It was better to face these kinds of things with a measure of boldness and reality.  [i]Something[/i] had changed,  and Alyssa wasn't going to sit around and wait to find out.