[i][/i][color=8dc73f][h1][i][u]Myrtle Gardner - Wallƒlower[/u][/i][/h1][/color]

Wallflower ran aimlessly, her cape flapping in the wind and her feet pitter-pattering on the ground. She didn't know where she was going. She didn't know why. But something inside her was telling her something was amissl--and she wanted to find out what. 

She found herself investigating the worst part of the West Side. Even worse than own sketchy neighborhood. She could smell smoke and hear sirens not too far off. [color=8dc73f][i]Fire... again?[/i][/color] Myrtle thought, stopping in her tracks. She almost turned around, feeling her burns burn. But no. She clenched her fist. These fires were no accidents. Something was up, and she was going to find out what. 

Firefighters were working hard to stop the spread of a massive fire in an abandoned apartment building, paramedics were loading a stretcher into an ambulance, and cops were investigating the crime scene, many standing near a body bag. A trail of blood was leading into a dark alleyway. Wallflower, not yet acquainted with with local police force, decided to sneak around the block.

As she approached the opposite end, Myrtle began to hear the sounds of agitated male voices, and shortly thereafter the sounds of clanging, banging, and scuffing feet. A feeling of dread welled up in her heart. This was a bad idea, but there was no point turning back now. She snuck a peak around the corner into the dark alleyway, seeing a small dark figure with a sword engulfed in flame, his hard features flickering in the red light, and coming closer. Even further away was a figure slumped against a lightpost. For the briefest moment, she swore she saw hand-shaped spectres floating about.

Wallflower ducked into a corner and dropped a seed from her hand, willing it to surround her in its branches. She stood still, holding her breath, as the stranger walked past. Was he a hero? Glints of red covered his silver armor and drenched his sword. Somehow, she didn't think so. She hoped the other man wasn't dead.

A minute or two passed and the coast seemed clear. Wallflower simply lifted her un-rooted bush aside, and stepped out of her hiding spot. She gulped and cautiously head toward the man on the ground, keeping to the shadows. 

As she got closer Wallflower saw what appeared to be a hero, going by his purple colored trenchcoat. His face was rough and bearded, giving him a sort of sorcerer or wizard vibe. A little blood trickled down the side of his head and he had a phone pressed to his ear. Wallflower smiled in relief as he seemed to be alive and had help on the way.

With nothing for her to do here, she quietly go up and started back the way she came. 

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