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Rita’s hand clutched against her head as the screams invaded her mind. Was Tuyen responsible for them, or was it her Abstraction acting on its own? Either way, the look Rita gave the other girl was one of bewilderment. She tucked her arm back inside of the blanket and wrapped her hands around her as Tuyen guessed Rita’s abstraction. Her lips drew tight, but already she could feel the words crawling up her throat like worms after a spring shower. She bit her tongue and tried to swallow them, but Tuyen’s slight smile disarmed her.

“I...I don’t know...oh…” The words came out forced through gritted teeth. Rita was afraid of what would happen if another person knew about her abstraction. She had only told Martin about it. However, Tuyen didn’t seem disturbed by Rita’s ability, and she had seemed tight with Martin. Rita shook away her doubt. Perhaps it would be nice to have a confidant. 

“Yeah. It doesn’t really work when the target knows about it, though, so...uh, and I wasn’t trying to pry or anything. It just sort of happens whenever I ask a question. Sometimes, sometimes it doesn’t,” said Rita. She stumbled over her words to get as many of them out there as possible. Her eyes looked around the room for the exit, and so that she wouldn’t be meeting Tuyen’s eyes. Those screams had been horrifying.  “But you’re right. We should find a doctor or something and figure out what’s happened.”

Her eyes snapped back to Tuyen. Underneath her sheet the sigil on her arm glowed and then fizzled out like a sparkler. “The God-Child woke you up too, right?” Her voice was quiet. “Maybe answers should wait. We better get out of here before anything comes.”

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Penny felt a mix of relief when her shot striked true and disgust when she realized she had blasted the man in the eye. Gross! She watched, her jaw agape, as the orange light began to repair the damage she had done. She rubbed her shoulder and glanced over towards Justin as he helped out the thrown woman. It was good to see him. She needed to go a bit harder on this abomination, and Justin had one of the stronger abstractions. Penny turned her head back to the corrupted man and flipped her hair behind her shoulder, an arsenal of pens in her left hand as she flipped one with her right.

“About time you showed up. It felt weird doing this alone. You ever notice how we’re always the ones stuck dealing with assholes like this?” she shouted over to Justin; she could hardly make out what the woman was saying. “Is she o—”

And then Justin was tossed across the room like a doll.

Penny launched a pen at the woman before Caelea arrived and quite literally flipped into action, also going towards Justin’s aid. It was a sight to see through the eyes of her abstraction, but there was another threat. Penny turned her attention back to the man just in time to catch him upon her as a bloodcurdling scream nearly shattered her ear drums. The pens dropped from her hands and she fell backwards. The pipe missed where her head was but kept following through to where she had fallen. It would certainly be a bone-crushing strike if it hit her.

So maybe the case would be the same if it hit him. The sigil below her neck glowed as she threw up her hand, blasting at the man and the pipe a fraction of a second before it hit her. At the very least she should be able to shove him back enough to make the blow miss, but Penny truly intended for her power to drill the pipe back through her assaulter.