[color=f7976a][center][h1][b]EPISODE 5[/b][/h1][/center][/color]
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[i]They’re gonna laugh of me. If I bring this shirt, you’re gonna have a real party behind my back, I know it,[/i] Lara thought, judging outfit #62.
The alarm clock in her room claimed, she had been packing for 2 hours now, yet her suitcases were as empty as her stomach.
Lara ignored its growl and did her best to forget the life she had left behind to be this: a hero. Instead focusing on what really mattered: [color=f7976a]“The outfit doesn’t work! It’s horrible! Lara, you will be the laughing stocking of Metro Tower,”[/color] she told her reflection and threw a tank top across the room. She stepped closer and made damn sure the girl in the mirror knew, Lara wasn’t done with her. [color=f7976a]“First impressions are important, you see. You will want to wrap yourself in something that says: Hi, I’m a grown up. I take this serious. You can put your life in my hands, and … and dammit, why are you wearing a pink bra!”
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The very first thing that caught her eye were the gym cloths on the chair, so a short sleeve jersey and a pair of workout shorts it was. Now looking more like someone who was going on a bike ride and less like a half-naked teen, Lara addressed her image once again.
[color=f7976a]“This might very well be the moment. Right here, right now, you make a choice, and you show everyone who you really are. So who are you really? Huh? Who are you? Who-“[/color]

[color=7ea7d8]"W--W--Why...?"[/color]

Lara turned around. Her father’s voice had not exactly been clear, yet his pain felt close. Enough to disrupt her rant. His speech had never sounded like that before. It reflected pain, doubt, even a hint of fear. But that was impossible, he only ever feared for his friends and love ones.
Had it been Lara's super hearing suddenly acting up? Had it been a sort of vision? Had it been an outside source? It didn’t matter. When she turned around it wasn’t a silly, little girl look back at her from the mirror. No, it was a force which wasn't constrained by the laws of this world or the boundaries of this reality. One that any negative power in the cosmos should fear.
She had never been more sure of anything in her life and before she knew it, the window was open and she was about to jump out of it. The physical capabilities of her telekinesis manifested itself naturally inside her body, enhancing the cells of her Kryptonian heritage. Like a supercharged battery, the power almost vibrated every inch of her being. And then she was off: Ran strait towards the window, jumped and followed up by soaring over the streets. The people of Metropolis looked so different from up there; no longer a thick crowd, but tiny ants in surrounding that both seemed fragile and precious.

[i]Alright, not too bad for my first flight in 8 months. Now to find Metro Tower, it has totally got to be there Dad is, and... he’s in trouble, I think.[/i]
The gravity of the situation dimmed the sensational feeling of being in the air again. How she had missed it, and how it just felt so much more natural than walking. As Lara gained altitude she sped up, pushed her powers to the brink while ripping apart one cloud after another. From below, the sky no doubt started to take unnatural shapes. Like an oil painting where a silly teen made a long, broad line across. But that was the choice she was willing to make from now on. If her father was in trouble, there would be next to no limit to what Lara was willing to do.
[i]Emptying seas.
Changing tides. 
Filling canyons. 
Ripping apart forest.
Turning mountains to gravel.
Lighting skies on fire[/i]