Volt

Shivers

*BIP, BIP*

Kara groaned in disgust as soon as she heard the alarm clock buzzing. She tried to turn it off, but without success, so she punched the bedtable, with deserved bad luck when the clock falls and shatters in millions of tiny pieces of crystal and metal. 

Instead of cursing or panicking, she just turned around and buried her face on the pillow, saying:

"Great, now I'll have to pay more for the rent"

Maybe it's surprising seeing her in that state, but she has some reasons to be like that: she had just killed a person, an innocent person who didn't deserved to die that way. Although this could be easily the major cause for her shitty day, it's not. She already knows (or she thinks she knows, but she has certainty of who is) the person who made her instinct turn off. 'That particularly red smoke is the cause of all my problems', she thought the night before, sleepless. 'There where I fuck it up, there where it is. I need to discover what is that thing and how to extingish it before it turns into a fire'.

But it wasn't the only thing. All London police department was searching her due to the report that inspector made about her being the responsible of that policeman's death. It wasn't her fault, but how to defend that in front of millions of people who believe the opposite? She needed a miracle to make it!

Also, there was Peter. He was constantly trying to contact her to see how was she going all the time, every moment he had free: in breaks, lunch, class changes. It was unbearable! And although she knew he was doing it to quarantise she was okay, it was beggining to making her desire not to receive his calls every moment.

The paranoia also made her not able to contact to her cousins. That thing pained her a lot, because, in the few calls they had via phone, she could sense the broken voice of Hunter due to the impossibility of giving her a hug; what broke her even more if that was possible.

Summarising, Kara was in an awful state, emotional and physically, and that couldn't be wasted by our antagonist.

Corrupted Volt was making an incredible job. She reached what she had come for: a Volt on the lasts, shattered, broken inside and outside, and hopeless. The sight of her homologue suffering gave her a deleitful sensation, but also, very very inside, there was a bit of pitty for that girl, but there was unnoticeable in front of the pleasure of an emaciated Volt.

Suddenly, a notification popped up on Kara's phone. Expecting another Peter's checkup, she initially didn't want to see it, but curiosity was much stronger, so she finally picked the phone and logged in. What she saw made her jump on her bed:

"A Funeral! They're gonna make a funeral for the guy!"

Corrupted Volt was startled. She never would imagine Kara was a psycho one, and less that she were ever be so happy to go to a funeral of a person she killed. 

"This is going to be great! I finally can explain what happened to the police so she won't be mad at me! I have to tell Pete about this!"

Corrupted Volt smiled and thought, before vanishing into the air:

"That's not gonna happen, little one!"

As Kara saw how the smoke disappeared, she texted him:

kara