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[color=f26522][b][h2][center] Abigail “Abby” Blavatsky [/center] [/h2][/b][/color]

Abby was staring intensely at Eris, hoping she could convince her to follow her out of here. But that didn’t seem like a possibility. And in fact, she had gotten the opposite effect. Now Eris was pissed off and a “hero” had arrived to stop Eris.  Turning around to face the angelic looking hero, she was cursing under her breath because of this. [color=f26522] “Verdammt, nicht jetzt.”[/color]

She took another picture of the hero, hoping it would be useful for her article. Perhaps she shouldn’t have been so close to the action because she would likely be injured in their battle. Putting herself further involved in the situation could lead to danger. Or her cover being blown. Walking backwards, she didn’t notice that there was an unconscious person on the ground. Abby then tripped over this person, falling onto the ground.  

Yelping out in pain, as she was sure she had just sprained her ankle. Just then, she noticed two men were above her, trying to kick or punch while she was defenceless on the ground. One of the men was starting to pull on her hair, causing her to scream in pain.  Images of her suffering at various points in the past flashed in her head. One particular image was her struggling against her restraints as the doctors tried to subdue her. She knew they were going to rummage around in her head. And as she was put under, the last image she saw was a shadowy looking man. He looked like a middle aged white male wearing a black suit. He looked normal except for his eyes, which seemed otherworldly.  They looked like empty eye sockets, with pus and other putrid things coming out of the eye hole. The man smiled as she went under, showing her his open maw. Which was filled with rows of sharp teeth and what looked like a bright light emanating from his throat. 

Abby was snapped back into reality as she was thrown onto the ground by the man pulling her hair.  “Shit…” She yelped while trying to fight back. Her hand frantically looked for the pocket knife in her jeans pocket. After some frantic searching, she had the weapon in her hand. But it slipped out of her hand as the other man kicked her in the stomach. Vomiting all over the floor as blood was pouring out of her now broken nose. [color=f26522]” Get the hell away from me, you son of a bitch.” [/color] She yelled unintentionally, using her powers to slam a nearby guard rail into the man holding her hair. This loosened his grip on her, and she turned her attention to the man who kicked her. She used her powers to unfold her pocket knife and made it fly into her hand. 

Slashing the air and moving backwards while using her dirty sleeve to wipe the blood from her nose. The man moves forward to attack, but Abby uses her powers to make him slip and fall. Abby ran over to stomp him in the stomach with her foot. Scoffing while putting away her pocket knife. She became worked up by this whole situation. She thought of giving P.J. a good scolding when she returned to the Daily Trumpet. Walking over to the camera on the floor, and luckily found that it was not broken. Abby picked it up and looked up at the angelic looking hero. Being reminded of the angels she would see in the pictures of the bible she’d read as a kid. 

She took a few more pictures of the angelic hero before holding the camera to her side. Looking dumbfounded at her presence, she slowly turned to the stage, glaring at Eris as she sank into the stage.