[color=Red][CENTER][h1][b]Amelia[/b][/h1][/CENTER][/color]

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Amelia had gotten lucky. Really lucky. She had been brought to the hospital fast enough that they had been able to begin treating the gunshot immediately, and quickly start patching the burn. For the first day, she had essentially been in and out of surgery, having skin grafted over the burn. Amelia vaguely remembered giggling to herself from the painkillers, something about how her ass was now part of her shoulder. Whatever it was, Amelia didn't quite remember it anymore. Since coming off the real heavy stuff, she had been almost [i]obsessed[/i] with her new ability.

Days after the incident at the docks, Amelia was sitting in her hospital bed, looking down at her sketch book. Amelia was thanking her lucky stars that it hadn't been damaged in the firefight, but not just for the obvious reason. Amelia tapped on it a few times, eyes narrowed in concentration. She wasn't even sure [i]why[/i] this obsession had gripped her, but it sure as hell had. Amelia felt the impulse to close her eyes while focusing, but she bit her lip to resist it. This was something she needed to be certain she saw.

It felt almost like flexing a muscle she never realized was there. Sort of like how she noticed her normal teleporting powers at first, but now she was feeling it was more then one muscle. It was like an entire extra limb in her head that she had never noticed. With another rippling scar in reality, the sketchbook suddenly vanished, reappearing on the desk. Focusing, Amelia did it again, and this time teleported the sketchbook right up to her face. For a split second, the scar flashed right in her face, and Amelia was now CERTAIN it was there. Amelia had known about the scar she left when she teleported around. She had scene it on footage of herself. But when Amelia had moved the chair back at the docks, she could almost have sworn she saw something that she never noticed before. And now she was willing to bet on it.

There was something inside the scar.

Amelia grabbed her fancy art pencil and began frantically drawing. If Amelia had been a scientist, she'd probably have wanted to try and ask for help about this. Maybe run some sort of experiment. Amelia, however, was and always would be an artist first. So she was going to draw this, whatever the hell it was. And so for a few good hours, Amelia sat there drawing, occasionally teleporting her book back and forth to get another glimpse of the thing that was definitely there, and was not her mind trying to latch onto something that wasn't five days ago, nope nothing like that at all.

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Amelia had been drawing for a few hours when the text came in.

[quote]Archie Anderson: Hey, Lynn and I need everyone to meet up. Where Keaton said they should spill flour on the floor. Ask Keaton if you don't know where that is and don't see any of us on the way.[/quote]

Amelia was pulled from her dazed drawing and couldn't help but beam. [i]She's ok![/i] Without skipping a beat, Amelia slid out of the bed and on instinct went for her jacket draped over the chair in her room. She hadn't even realized the problem until she had started to put it on. First of all, she was still in a hospital gown, and would be damned before she went out anywhere like this. Secondly, and far more pressing to her sensibilities, was that her jacket was almost completely covered in bloodstains. Amelia stared, confused at the sight, until it hit her. She smacked herself in the forehead out of irritation. [i]Fucking right! I used it to try and keep her from bleeding out.[/i]

Grumbling to herself, Amelia pulled it back off, and without much of a scene simply teleported back to her apartment. "Fucking bullshit. Cleaning stains off this thing is SUCH a pain in the ass." Draping it on a hook in her closet, she quickly grabbed some clothes she could be presentable in, and changed out of her hospital gown. She looked fine enough, but Amelia couldn't shake the feeling that she was naked without her lucky jacket. Teleporting back to her hospital room, she quickly began firing off a text to Keaton. Almost on a whim though, Amelia stopped short. Something felt...off. If just Archie had been mentioned, Amelia wouldn't have thought anything of it. But Archie [i]and[/i] Lynn? Something wasn't adding up. Lynn didn't strike Amelia the type to suggest meeting up together. Walking into the hospital proper, she asked a few doctors about where Lynn was, and eventually heard she had gone to the cafeteria. Brushing off concerns about whether she still needed to be resting, Amelia took off and fired off a text to Keaton.

[quote]Amelia: Hey, what the fuck is this flour place? I feel like this was from when I was in my....phase. Text me where it is when everyone shows up and I'll port in. Got something to take care of first.[/quote]

With that, Amelia rounded a corner into the woman's bathroom, walked in a stall, and teleported off to the hallway outside the cafeteria. Stepping in, Amelia couldn't help thinking, [i]Huh. I've never really used my power to get around this much. This is convenient as hell![/i] Taking a look around, Amelia's suspicions were confirmed. Wandering back around the corner, Amelia slumped into a corner and tried her best to think. [i]Was[/i] something wrong? Or was she just being paranoid? Could very well be the latter.

Amelia tried thinking back to the attack. There was the shooting, the teleporting. She might have killed a terrorist with an assault rifle. She bailed out as far as she could with Lynn....Amelia suddenly had an idea. Lynn had mumbled something about the docks while she had been bleeding out. The docks. Dolls and kids. Some guy named Che. But the docks was something coherent. And Amelia had a decent feeling that Lynn might be doing something particularly stupid. Of course, Amelia also realized that [i]she[/i] was probably about to do something stupid as well. "Well, so much for self awareness having its day...." Finding another bathroom to wander into, Amelia stood on the toilet and tried to concentrate. The place would absolutely be crawling with security now, so she needed to be as precise as possible. Focusing as hard as she could on some of the upper rafters in the docks, she muttered to herself, "If I'm wrong I'm gonna feel so goddamn stupid." And then there was a crack in the world. And she was gone.