☾ 𝑇𝑂𝑈𝐺𝐻 𝐶𝑈𝐹𝐹𝑆 ☽

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Waking up in handcuffs after a traumatic night, and with several barely healed, severe 3rd degree burns is going to lead to a panic attack. Obviously.

Someone needs to tell this cop that.

In the middle of heavily breathing, crying, and struggling against tight handcuffs I manage to freak Mr. Cop out enough for him to call psych.

"Why am I here? What's going on? Who did this to me? Why am I in cuffs?" I stammer out, taking a break to puke after every other question.

None of my questions were answered.

After I get the cuffs off two new men come in. One of them I recognize as a principal of one of the famous hero schools, the other I didn't recognize.
The one I don't  recognize is wearing all black with a really, really, long scarf around his neck.

"Who are you? And why was I in cuffs?" I ask. The principal walked a few steps forward, so now he was standing at the foot of the hospital bed. "Last night, the police got a call."

Last night...
I did my best to blink away tears, if I started balling my eyes out I would probably hate myself later.

"The girl in the call was scared, she had just done something bad."
"She lost control..." I mumbled.
"That's what we think," he added.

Mr. Cop scoffed, "Please, we all know who her and her brother are working for."
I had some idea of what he meant, but it wasn't like Master was some supervillain.

The principal gave Mr. Cop a look that shut him up.

"You lost control and made a mess-"
"That's an understatement." Mr. Cop muttered.
"Out!" The principal yelled, and Mr. Cop left.

"You made a mistake, but we were able to stop you before you hurt someone else. Unfortunately, though, the hero that...stopped you-" he looked down at my stomach, "ended up destroying your home."

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