Volt

Truth

Saint James Street, Spur Road, Birdcage Walk... As she was passing by the streets, flying above the unnoticing inhabitants, Kara reached the Big Ben. She stopped right in front of it and tried to watch a sudden change of the popular monument that could assure her thoughts. Nothing happened in the next ten minutes, so she gave up and returned her path.

She ended up in a roof after a couple of minutes. She knew too well that roof. I t was her uncle and aunt's house roof. Below it, there was her childhood home, where she grew up along with her cousins. She felt so bad by letting them alone, but Kara knew it has to be done for not putting them in danger.

She walked a bit to reach the edge of the roof and took out of her pocket a very basic tape recorder, like that ones you can find on the street marts. She then got into her room by her window, which was wide open, and landed silently on the ground. Turning up her gaze, she adverted that someone was on that room. With both efficient and sibiline movement, she knocked out the policeman that was searching for clues.

After assuring that no one was there, she pick her video recorder, that ended on the floor due to the acrobacy, and started to record:

"Hello, this is Volt informing in response of Kara Hart's recently doubts about the natural- caused dead statement made by the forensics  and communicated to her person by her notary, known as Donna Halls. My guest went to me searching for a possibility that may this deaths not be related to the age of her antecessors, and so I'm doing what. I only hope this can be useful in case of taking legal actions in the future."

She paused a moment the recording to admire the view. On their bedroom, Paul and hers, she couldn't find anything except that policeman, who she had knocked down recently. It was like that cause her uncle and aunt didn't have enough money to do another room, so she had to share with him, due to the fact that Hunter's room was too small. Her bed, with the green coloured quilt, as well as Paul's, which was grey coloured; were intact. Their toys were exactly where she had left them, telling her that Paul didn't touch anything this two years. Kara now saw the closet where she and Paul had the clothes. After a long searching, she found it, her first supersuit. It was all yellow, with only the ray emblem, which was smaller and simpler, and the mask; dark.

Kara then noticed how someone touched her shoulder. In an act of self defense, she turned around instantly and punched him with all of her strength. Little she knew 'what' she had just punched. The policeman was lying on the ground, unrecognizable, his head almost separated of his body, only remained joined by a sort of veins and arteries. His brain showed between the knead of organs and liquids that was now his head, surprisingly unharmed.

Kara stepped back, fearful and incapable of believing what had just happened. She watched in horror her hands, which were now red, as well as the upper part of her suit. She had difficulty trying to breathe, and couldn't stop staring at the awful scene that was in front of her. She said, out loud:

"What have just...? I-I didn't want... I'm so-sorry, I wasn't controlling ... I wasn't pla-planning t-to... Shit!- roared in rage- What the fuck I did! This man probably had family! I'm such a fucking shit of person.", she shouted between a mix of rage and sadness. "I thought it was clear I wouldn't kill anymore, fuck!", she reprended herself.

She then heard footsteps going up the stairs and a feminine voice asking her colleague what was happening up there, so she jumped at the roof across the same window she had entered, and layed on the roof tiles, trying not to make any sound.

When the policewoman entered the room, she let out an agonical shout and she almost vomit all her lunch, because laying on the ground in front of her was Sean Cornwall, her best friend on the police and her platonically love since they first met. With effort, she approached her injured friend and took her comms out of her pocket: