I scream some more even though I know no one can hear me. I scream until my throat is red and soar. But to no avail.
I've tried trying to get it off myself, but with only similar results.
I lean back against the blackened wall, eyes squeezed tight; face set in an expression of hopelessness.
The circlet started ticking about a minuet ago and is now reaching its crescendo. That means it's nearly time. With every increasingly loud tick the end creeps ever closer. Though really it's more of an ominous beep than anything.
But the fact remains. ...I'm going to die. A small whimper passes my lips despite my attempt to stop it. I'm going to die and all of this will go away. This mad evil wonderful world.
And with that-
BOOOOOOOM!
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Shockwave: Avenger N.o 7
FanfictionFor Freya Quentin "Avengers" or "mutants" sparks nothing. That is until her crush is killed in an accident rumoured to be caused by mutants. Upon visiting the bomb site her whole life is turned on it's head, turns out she is not who she once imagine...
