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[i][center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B9BLMNn0PrQ]Reaching for my resistance[/url][/center][/i]
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[b]Time: A Few Hours Later - Day of the Satellite Attack
Location: Sherman Square, Lost Haven[/b]

Inevitably Charlie ran out of steam, spending the majority of her way home - running. Still forcing herself to take long detours and doubling back. As much as she itched to get home she was in no way going to risk leading the Witchfinder-General to her family.

She had the radio turned up loud enough to catch all news regarding the newest attacks. Deciding she wanted to take a short cut through Sherman Square back to the east side of the city, having left through the financial district. Charlie forced herself to stop at a convenient store to grab something to drink and a small bag of chips. The clerk hardly paid any attention to her, eyes glued on the tv.

Mind blank with dread, her feet took her to the steps of the Museum of Supers. She sat on the steps leading up to the museum, it was closed hours ago. Some pigeons joined her while she people watched the scarce person walking by. The police station a few blocks away was overflowing with vehicles as off duty cops came pouring into work on-call to prepare for an attack from the Hounds of Humanity. 

Charlie shuffled through her chips, chewing mechanically. Eating with one hand and changing the salty snack into various elements in the other hand. She grabbed her phone checking the time. She wanted to call Carrie, she wanted to call her mom, anyone just to hear their voice. She wrapped her arms around her legs, chin resting on her knees. And say what to them? That they were all doomed, Lost Haven was the obvious next target. Their home would be reduced to rubble and ash.

Tears started to dribble down her cheeks. 

Was there really nothing she could do? She felt like she was drowning in the deep end of a pool with no hope of her toes touching bottom.

The sudden appearance of Icon caught her off guard he touched down in the middle of Sherman Square, easily recognizable. She stood up with a start, the sound of a jet engine approaching came down from the sky next as Iron Knight made his appearance as well. Charlie’s jaw dropped.

[color=honeydew][i]He survived![/i][/color]

Radiance was the next to arrive, iconically dressed in her costume. The new face, Slipstream zipped into view within the blink of an eye. Lyger arrived by motorcycle, joining them as well. Charlie felt her heart pick up at the sight of all the metahumans, gathering as she assumed with the latest attack from the Hounds. They were really doing something! She searched for White Witch, someone - [i]anyone[/i] from the magic community standing up with the heroes.

It dawned on her then as she stood there slack jawed. There was no one there to stand up for her own, for the witches like Carrie and Maddi nor the creatures like Berry. She turned to look up at the Museum of Supers - a standing testament to their good deeds and history. She glanced back down to her staff. Lost Haven was their home as much as it was the metahumans, neither side were without their flaws. She thought of Pantheon and Terra Firma, the university. 

Her family had to continue with or without her. Everything her Gramps built in Lost Haven was hanging on a thread. All of their own history too.

Charlie had a choice, she could have walked away and joined her family in packing their things to evacuate the city. But she decided then, she couldn’t live with herself if she walked away now. The Witchfinder General would be knocked out of the game if she helped pull the plug on their entire organization.

She quickly stuffed the bag of chips into her pocket, drained the last of the bottle of water she had. Swiping her sleeve under her nose she approached the group of supers, back straight and mask up. As she approached the heroes paid little attention to her, their own conversations taking precedence than a random civilian.

“[color=honeydew]H-hey.[/color]”

She cleared her throat.

“[color=honeydew]Hey![/color]” Still no response. “[color=honeydew]For fuckssakes.[/color]”

She slammed the butt of her staff into the ground kicking up dust all around them.

Some of them coughed, others looked irritated at her instance.

Green eyes hard as stone, she began. “[color=honeydew]You don’t know me. There isn’t a single person here to represent the magic folk getting terrorized by the Hounds of Humanity the same as you guys. My name is the Alchemyst.[/color]”

She fished the chip out of back pocket, steam rolling into her next thought.  “[color=honeydew]I was at the university the day it was attacked, I destroyed those towers. This is the bit of technology I fished out that they used to hurt metahumans with - a special sound frequency. Probably the same shit we’re going to run into again. If you want to dismantle that satellite you’re gonna to have to do it properly.[/color]”

“[color=honeydew]I’m the woman for the job. I have as much at stake, Lost Haven is my home. [i]And[/i]. . .[/color]” She paused looking each hero in the eye, “[color=honeydew]I’m going to help whether you like it or not.[/color]”

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