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Amnesty Bay, Maine
November 4th, 2019
4:20 PM

NO!

She screamed in her mind against the voice taking residency. It never shut up when she started simple robberies. 

[b][i][u]fly. fly. fly. fly. fly. fly. fly.[/u][/i][/b]

It was like a command prompt that kept running around her mind. She was already running as fast her legs would carry her, but the stupid sentient stone on her back would never stop trying to coerce her into drawing on it's power. She always refused, and not was no different than before.

It was petty theft, unarmed robbery. Using a cloth mask to cover her face, Patricia had walked into a gas station and promptly punched out the cashier, and had used a nearby stapler to bash the cash register open. Brute force and a still object were all that she needed to get some cash. Nothing new. Only two people were inside at the time, so she wasn't too worried about civilian involvement. 

She shoved the money into the pockets of her plain black jacket and took off once more. However, things turned interesting.

[i]Bang![/i]

With wide eyes, Patricia looked back at the gas station with wide eyes, staring at the angry man shouting and waving around a gun in his hands. He couldn't be serious! He was actually trying to gun her down! Not even the police had opened fire on her before!

Too wild, and the Scarab's commands screamed louder in her head. She shook her head to free herself of it's thoughts. She couldn't stop now. He didn't seem to be giving chase, but plenty onlookers were calling the cops to let them know about the robbery. 

She refused to stop. She needed to get away. Amnesty bay was just large enough of a small city for her to be able to hide and change out of her robbery clothes scott free. She just needed to get away and lay low.