[h3][color=fff200][center][u]Alyssa K.(Kacey) Moyer[/u][/center][/color][/h3]

The windows permeated the sun's light across Alyssa's perplexed stare up to the ceiling, quickly leaning forward from her chair. Letting out an exasperated breath in between her sucking on the left paw, which she had recently placed inside her mouth. She was playfully counting in her head the amount of times the current caller was repeating himself, the stuttering only made her lose count halfway through the continued blathering. She grabbed her freshly poured coffee mug emanating an aesthetically pleasing steam, while removing the left paw to grab the steak knife from her work table to spread some more cream cheese on her half eaten bagel. She closed her eyes for a moment to say a silent prayer before nearly taking a sip, before realizing it was probably still too hot then setting it back down.

[color=598527]“So? T-tell me why does it take w-writers writers, years to write a single book? When I can write that much in a couple, a couple of h-hours?”[/color] The caller finally paused, she quickly assumed it was to catch their breathe. She brightly smiled almost on instinct and moved her microphone closer to her mouth.

[color=fff200]“That's a good question! Now, I'm not a writer myself...but I've said on this show several times before my boyfriend is a published author. So maybe I'm not qualified to answer, but I feel like writer's are often gravely misunderstood-”[/color] She answered with a pleasant tone before abruptly getting cut off.

[color=598527]“So, so, so, you're saying that everyone, everywhere who isn't a writer should just purposefully not question a writers methods!? Doesn't that seem like a horrible thing to say, it's like your calling everyone of our viewers stupid for not getting it!”[/color] He sneered. She simply finished another bite of her bagel before allowing him to again finish his statement without interruption.

[color=fff200]“No, I would never chastise my listeners in such a way. It just feels off when someone assumes a writer is being lackadaisical, simply because they seem to take a while to write. I just know how it feels to always be insecure at everything you do and say...Something in the back of your mind will just question if everything was wrong...that inner divisiveness completely devours confidence and progress-”[/color] She explained her ears twitching from hearing soft creaking from her doorway, turning her attention behind her, seeing nothing there. She shrugged it off, feeling a tingling in the back of her neck that rubbing wasn't stopping her heart beat from racing just a little faster.

[color=598527]“...Oh, please I never question if I'm wrong about anything!”[/color] The caller retorted that Alyssa only half heard, focusing on the subtle sounds coming from outside her room, before immediately standing up and turning herself completely invisible.

[color=fff200]“I'm sorry caller, but we're going to a commercial break, thank you for your time!”[/color] She said in a rushed breath before switching herself off and turning around to facing a stranger pulling a Thompson submachine gun concealed in their trench coat, blocking the doorway with his stocky physique. Within a single moment the sun beaming from the window had been entirely focused and amplified directly in the stranger's line of vision. The man was completely bewildered attempt to shield his eyes in vain as his vision was like staring at pitch whiteness, while it also felt like his very eyes were engulfed in flames. She had grabbed the coffee and steak knife both tightly in her paws and lunged forward, smashing the scalding hot coffee mug across the assassin's face, crashing to the ground immediately followed by slashing the knife straight through his neck, as blood starts spurting out splattering across her shirt. 

He dropped the gun to the ground and immediately wildly swung his fists, clocking her in the jaw and shoving her backwards, knocking her back to the ground removing her invisibility. She quickly held up her hands forming a ball of light energy and fired it off as the beam of light completely evaporated the fingers attempt to grab her throat. She quickly got back on her feet, retrieving the knife she dropped once she fell. Her exhausting quick breaths while tears streaming down her face, while she begin furiously slashing at him with the knife being the sole focus of her attacks, allowing the man to see Alyssa's face before collapsing to the ground covered in dozens of deep wounds, with a pool of blood forming on her floor. She covered her mouth with her paws and backed herself into a corner, slumping down to the ground, sharply inhaling as she watched the man dying in her presence. She immediately rushed over to the man attempting to use her magic to heal his wounds, but their wasn't a pulse.

[color=fff200]“Why...why did this have to happen to me again...why did you-”[/color] She choked out before feeling something in his pockets, that she pulled out discovering it to be his wallet. She opened his almost empty wallet containing nothing but a single photograph, it looked like a picture of a young woman smiling brightly with two small infants wrapped in separate blue and pink blankets that she held in each arm. Teardrops fell on the picture, before she clenched her fists and slammed them into the ground.

[color=fff200]“Stupid! Stupid! You're so stupid!”[/color] She cried out. [color=fff200]“Why would you risk your life and leave your wife and family behind! Did you even think of your daughter!? Did you think she wouldn't miss you when you were gone, because you had to do something so reckless! You'll never get to tuck her in at night, kiss her forehead while saying that you love her and are proud of her. She'll never get comforted by you when she's upset, she can't get support for her future career. She can't ever feel you holding her in your arms ever again! You completely robbed that of her! Why would a father leave her daughter behind!”[/color] She clamored to point of losing her voice, while bawling like a baby, having barely energy to get onto her knees. Folding her shaking hands to say another silent prayer.