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Season: 3 
Day: 1, Afternoon[/center]
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Racheli pressed the open beer bottle to her lips. She quickly drained it in one go. Without a wobble in her step, she strolled into the kitchen and pressed her foot on the trashcan. The lid popped open. She slammed the empty, dark bottle into the growing graveyard of glass. It shattered on impact. The woman released as she turned on her heel and leaned over the sink. 

She grieved for the absent relief that intoxication brought. Especially with ten plus beers in a row. Her stomach didn't twitch at the sloshing liquid inside her. Instead, she could feel the small alien nanites start to break it down and recycle it. 

Her fingers gripped the sink, but she managed not to crack it. Not yet. At this point, she wanted to feel nothing. Not even the rage boiling up within her. 

[b][i]You should stop letting the past bother you...[/i][/b] A familiar voice spoke. 

Racheli's eyes slid to the right as she witnessed the virus positioned beside her. She hated his image. A dark-haired haired man with well-kept hair, his arms crossed over his board chest. Ice-cold eyes reflected her own like a twisted mirror.  

Her jawline tightened. She made fists with her hands. A heatwave of the fury from the simple words began to wash over her. She would give anything to punch that bastard's smug face.  

[b][i]Why do you let your emotions control you? I know you still believe yourself to be human, but you're beyond them. Emotional attachments are not going to help you...[/i] [/b]

Racheli's fists pushed harder into the sink's edge. Fissures began to form under her strength as she struggled to rein in her temper. 

[color=indianred]"How the hell would you know?"[/color] Racheli's ice-cold cold voice asked him. 

Her head turned and her eyes glared at him with enough tension it could slice through flesh. Anger rolled off of her in waves. Their eyes locked for several uncomfortable minutes. Suddenly darkness flooded and replaced daylight's rays. This caused Racheli to break eye contact first and confusion to swallow her anger.

With a primal concern, she edged toward the window. Her arm pulled back the curtains to see the skies covered by a huge rock hurtling to earth. 

Caught by the end of the world shock, her desire for life sparked her anger again. A single, unfair question rattled inside her head. It pounded at her over and over. It refused to be silent. 

[i]why?

Why?

WHY?[/i] 

[color=indianred]"I won't let this happen..."[/color] Racheli growled. 

She released the curtains when she spotted a blue streak rush to stop the destruction.

With a determined pace, she moved from the room to the bedroom. She snatched up her makeshift uniform. It would at least blend into the shadows and no one would mess with her thanks to shit storm in the skies. 

When she wrapped up, her eyes shifted to the phone that Midas gave her. He had delivered shortly after she broke the first one. A bleak reminder of her leash. With a grudging sigh, she pocketed it then took one last glimpse out the window. 

The scene had changed. Small blurry dots sped quickly toward Lost Haven. She began to activate her eyes for a closer look. The blurry shapes began to take on definition. They were spaceships. 

Immediately she glared again at her virus. [color=indianred]"Friends of yours?"[/color] 

[i][b]No, they aren't. If they were, they would not have bothered with the show... They would've just sent another virus like me.[/b][/i] 

[color=indianred]"Well, fuck. At least I get a chance to blow off some steam."[/color] She grumbled then shoved her window open and plant her feet onto the fire escape. It wouldn't take her long to get to the ground.