[center] [h1]Nonviolent Solutions[/h1] [img]http://i.imgur.com/ytozL8X.png[/img] [h2][color=palevioletred]Zoe[/color][/h2][/center] [hr][center][color=silver]π•Žπ•–π••: 𝕆𝕔π•₯. 𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝔹𝕒𝕝𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕 π•€π•€π•π•’π•Ÿπ•• / / ℕ𝕠𝕣π•₯𝕙 π”Όπ•Ÿπ•• 𝕠𝕗 π•‹π• π•¨π•Ÿ / / ~𝟘𝟞𝟘𝟝[/color][/center][hr] [hider=Nonviolent Solutions]Zoe was more than a little lost in thought as she made her way to the edge of the town. It would have been smarter to wait, to have some kind of backup in case this stranger was a threat, but she told herself there wasn't the time to wait. A pretty good excuse - almost good enough to pretend it wasn't ultimately selfish. Truth was, they'd just end up getting in her way. She didn't feel guilty about what she planned to do, just faintly resigned to her failure at being a better person. In a way, she'd finally given up. So maybe she just didn't want to be saved anymore. Pretty reasonable. There wasn't much point in sticking around the others while she waited to lose her mind. Still, that didn't mean she couldn't try to be useful in her insanity, and it didn't take too long for a sound to catch her attention. Pausing, she listened, black spiralling across her skin almost on instinct. Breathing, heavy and ragged. Someone who'd been running for quite a while, if she had to guess. It didn't stay that way, the sound quickly transforming into something closer to sobbing as she moved closer. It wasn't a sound she particularly enjoyed, but she was all out of pity. Far as she was concerned, he'd be crying a lot more before the day was out. The sound was drowned out as helicopters began to arrive, but it had been long enough for Zoe to figure out where she was going. Making her way towards the dilapidated building, she thought she could see a figure. Blue-haired kid probably younger than her, didn't look like a seasoned veteran. That was good; maybe he'd be less able to stand up to questioning. Reaching out with her power, Zoe gave no warning as she charged in. No point in giving him any extra chance to run away, after all. Chuck flashed away the moment he heard the sound of footsteps entering, the movement taking him to the other side of the small room, but not far enough away as Zoe ran in her power already searching for prey. It found his arm first, melting his fingers to liquid as he tried to jump past her. He almost made it to the door before the pain dropped him to his knees. And still he moved, another jump taking him a dozen meters from the open doorway and into the wet ground outside as his arm sloughed off, oozing out of his windbreaker's sleeve in a torrent of black liquid. He screamed and kept jumping, stopping only when his legs collapsed under him--reddened and itching, the distance far enough that Zoe would need to run almost a hundred meters to catch up to him. It sapped at the energy of her power, still coursing at its own pace now through his body, but the painful rot remained all the same and after a while the boy's screams turned into hoarse, dry wheezes. [color=palevioletred]"[i]Shit[/i]!"[/color] Spinning to chase him, Zoe could feel her power still working - but that wasn't any good if he ended up dead. He didn't [i]get[/i] to die yet, not until she got her answers. As she sprinted, the effort of maintaining her power along with the exhaustion of the day as a whole left her struggling far more than normal. As soon as he was at the edge of her range, she slowed down the effect, keeping it focused on his legs. Didn't look like she'd have time to stay here while she interrogated him, though; he'd bleed out. [color=palevioletred]"Run, and it'll start again. Unlimited range. You're coming with me, like it or not."[/color] She called out between ragged breaths, slowing to a jog. There was anger in Zoe's expression, no pity in her words as she approached. [color=palevioletred]"I'd be lying if I said I didn't wanna hurt you, but answer my questions and I can get you out alive."[/color] There was pain and there was the sensation of his nerves being torn apart. The ringing in his ears didn't let him hear the girl's words and he thought he might have wheezed out another half-scream. A feeble jump took him less than a meter away, but his strength was failing with his consciousness. So much for that, huh? Figuring she didn't have much to worry about anymore, Zoe slowed her power to a standstill, walking over and picking up her unfortunate victim. After all, if he stayed here he'd definitely bleed out and die, and she figured she was strong enough to carry him. Losing an arm tended to make people a little less heavy, funnily enough. It hadn't been that long a walk to get here, so if she hurried back there was a chance he'd live long enough to be useful at least. Ignoring the rotten stench and thoroughly unpleasant noises coming from her victim, she sighed. Part of her dreaded her classmates' reactions, but there was no reason to avoid help now that the fight (if you could even call it that) was finished. This guy wasn't gonna do anyone much damage. [color=palevioletred]"Transmit. I'm gonna need a healer in town as soon as possible. Over."[/color] With that done, she sighed. Part of her was horrified what she was capable of doing so easily - a horror that was all the more prominent with her Stigma sated. Almost a relief in comparison with the usual. But it was still there, the desire, always there, a buzz at the back of her head. It always showed, if just a little; she'd never been able to completely hide her emotions. The sick pleasure of hurting, the fantasies that so often took hold of her thoughts. No doubt the others would be more upset about it than her. It wasn't exactly tough to figure out; Zoe knew she acted like a dumbass, but that didn't make her [i]stupid[/i]. No, she knew they'd have questions, accusing and disgusted eyes turned on her handiwork. And she wasn't sure she had any answers that would satisfy them. Trying to push those thoughts aside, she started back towards the motel, her burden weighing heavy on her shoulders.[/hider]