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Jamie watched, satisfied, as her move turned out just the way she wanted to. Although she hadn’t tried too hard, the prison guards went flying across the room, slamming to the ground in a crescendo of clatters and groans. A grin flashed across her face. It was always good to do something. When one of the guards stood, she put her hand out in a threatening manner, but he dropped back to the ground anyway. Good. She hadn’t really wanted to hurt anyone. 

[color=Goldenrod] “Let’s go, you g-”[/color] she started, approaching the elevator, before it dinged and opened. A tall, pale man stood in the elevator. Suddenly, chills ran up Jamie’s back. Whether that was because this guy creeped her out (he did) or if the temperature had just dropped a few degrees (it had) alluded her. Her hands went up anyways. But then they went down again to rub her arms when the temperature dropped some more. Her teeth chattered. She glanced to the walls, covered in frost. Was this guy a Wing of Law, then? That had to be it. Bastard. She narrowed her eyes and held out her hands, ready to crush him. 

She didn’t even see the shard of ice before it barreled into her stomach. 

A sudden, horrible chill went right through her, and then the force of it knocked her straight to the ground. At first, Jamie thought she had been hit with a block of ice or a cold punch to the gut. [color=Goldenrod][i]Not that bad.[/i][/color] Certainly more painful than a normal punch, but not that bad. Why was Angela screaming her name? She was alright. Fit to fight.  

That was when Jamie looked down. Standing, the young woman caught sight of her stomach- ripped through and dark red with blood. She gasped, strangled, and touched her hand to it. Her pale, lily-white fingers came away stained dark-red. Had that guy just… shot her?! Over the years, Jamie had suffered a lot of injuries, but she had never once been shot. 

That made her angry. 

Narrowing her eyes and gritting her teeth through the intensifying pain, Jamie raised her hand and blasted Winterfall, eyes full of fury. But it didn’t even last one minute before she screamed and crumpled to the ground again, clutching her stomach. [color=Goldenrod]“AAH!”[/color] Her abdomen burned as she bled. [color=Goldenrod][i]This is it. This is how I die.[/i][/color] All because of fucking Seraph and his little ice minion. She’d kill him if she could stand and use her power without screaming out again. 

Joseph came running towards her almost as soon as she fell, scooping her up in his arms and setting her behind the plane. Her breath came out in gasps- not because of her injuries, but because of her panic. What Joseph said reassured her, though. He was smart. Of course he knew. [color=Goldenrod]“You’re sure? I don’t feel fine…”[/color] Jamie laughed, a high-pitched sound. She looked down at her wound, feeling woozy as she saw her blood again. But Joseph was doing something odd… [color=Goldenrod]“Why are you smearing your blood all over me?”[/color] she asked. The pain faded a little, not making her want to pass out now, and she sighed in relief. [color=Goldenrod] “You’re weird. You know that?”[/color] 
[color=Goldenrod]“What’s gonna-”[/color] She didn’t finish her sentence, only gasped sharply. He flipped her onto her stomach, and she cried out once again. It hurt like a bitch, but she grit her teeth and tried to get through it. Besides, she was usually hurting anyways.  [color=Goldenrod]“Why’d you have to do that?”[/color] she complained, face against the ground. [color=Goldenrod] “You’re really mean.”[/color] Of course, Jamie didn’t mean it, but a wound like that and all-encompassing pain didn’t exactly make her very cooperative. 
Or nice.

She was flipped over again, leaned against the side of the plane. Strangely enough, Jamie felt… sleepy. Almost as if she was tired, but… she wasn’t. Jamie didn’t realize it, but she was sweating bullets (ha), too. Laying there, in her blood-soaked costume, she leaned her head against the cool metal of the Mini-Jet and smiled at Joseph, faint. [color=Goldenrod] “Duh. Of course I’ll be fine. Fight good for me, alright?”[/color] And with that, Joseph disappeared, leaving Jamie behind the jet, alone. She could hear the sounds of the fight behind her, and wanted to join in, but thought better of it. She was out of the game, for now.