[color=fff79a][b]Hazel Baker[/b][/color]

She could hear Angel attacking one of those monsters behind her. It was pointless. They have already finished their job here. Anything else was just unnecessary.

Without warning however, she stumbled.

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[color=fff79a]"Who... are you?"[/color]

Even on their little island of existence, with only a garden and a table overladen with sweets, Hazel could feel the struggle around them. It was as if there were monstrous creatures clashing onto each other in furious battle. Unseen, unheard, but with undeniable pressure exerted onto reality. Like stars crashing angrily onto one another. Had she been pressed to describe them, she could only think of one word.

Gods.

Beyond both her imagination and senses, but affecting the world regardless. A huge pressure threatening to pop them and the island on the mirror like infinite sea to dust. But the island stayed. It was not the house from before, but it stayed. A bubble of safety that defied the pressure outside.

[i][color=fff79a]"Who... am I?"[/color][/i]

[url=http://imgur.com/L7kxkpr]That girl[/url] laughed merrily, seemingly unaffected by that tremendous pressure. [color=fff79a][i]"Oh? I'd have thought you of all people would recognize me immediately. Perhaps this will help.[/i][/color]

Still smiling, that girl brushed away her hair, causing long swathes of her hair to fall out on the ground. Like flicking a light on, the girl immediately transformed. There was no flashy lights, visible morphing, or even any sort of smoke or object obscuring the change. Just a blink, like a high speed shutter, and she was different. Different but familiar. That [url=http://i.imgur.com/wbK3748.png]form[/url] was certainly familiar, especially because that scene was burned into Hazel's mind.

[color=fff79a]"S..Sar.."[/color]

That girl smiled as Hazel tried to form a complete word. Thin red lines started to form across her face, blood started seeping before gushing as the wounds deepened. Blood soaked the girl's clothing, caused by what Hazel knew to be multiple lacerations as well as one stab wound that still left her feeling nauseated and sick at just how easy it was to stab there. Red lines started to form all over her limbs as well, cutting deeper and deeper, the sweets and table started to turn red from all the blood spurting about.

Snapping out of her shock, Hazel took a step forwards, hand outstretched, mouth open to finally call her name. Instead, she fell into the mirror like sea, sinking deeper and deeper. Thrashing about in a desperate attempt to resurface, her panicked mind noticed a string, or something like a string, just above her. A single sparkling drop, dark but still shining bravely, dropped onto her flailing hands.

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Hazel woke from that dream screaming, rivaling Angel's in sheer volume.

The memories did not cease. Again and again that event played in her mind, and no amount of screaming helped. Her fingernails dug deep enough into her own head to scrape bone, as if she was trying to claw out the images in her mind. Not even the sharp pain and blood streaming down her face was enough to stop it. It was obvious by now that the drugs had already worn off, and though she did remember to carry some in her pocket, she wasn't in any state of mind to think coherently.

Seeking solace from the only way she knew, Hazel swung her hand with all her might against a building. There was a meaty crack as her fingers cracked and her skin split open from the sheer strength she had put behind her swing, as she forgot to activate her ability. Swinging her left, she projected an arm, toppling what was left of the ruined building entirely.

It was then that she noticed the collector moving very close to her. A monster, still moving, one one part of her still sane mind recognized as acceptable targets. Projecting a hand with her left, she lobbed herself over the ruined buildings, and gave a long wide swing at it with a projection with her right arm.