Electra Negativity Journal

I won't let this slide

Season 1, Episode 19:

Electra stormed into her dorm room at Alfea, fury radiating off her like a palpable force. The door slammed shut behind her, reverberating with the weight of her anger. She ripped open her desk drawer, her hands shaking slightly as she pulled out her notebook. Maybe writing about what happened will help me feel better, she thought, but deep down, she knew the words would barely scratch the surface of her turmoil.

She flung herself into a chair, the wooden legs scraping against the floor, and opened the notebook with a dramatic flourish. She began to write, her pen flying across the page, fueled by her boiling rage:

"What happened yesterday was unacceptable! What started as a peaceful walk around Gardenia with Bloom turned into a brutal confrontation with Icy, Darcy, and Stormy! We fought them with everything we had, even though Bloom's powers were weakened! But despite our efforts, they overpowered us with their... stupid Whisperian crystals! They ripped the magic from us like thieves robbing a bank, leaving us defenseless and exposed! This loss is unforgivable! I won't let this slide, not for a second!! I want revenge—not just for me, but for Bloom as well! THEY WILL PAY FOR THIS!!!!"

She slammed the pen down, the impact echoing through the silence of her room. Electra's breath came in heavy bursts, her heart pounding in her chest like a war drum. Each word she wrote ignited the fire inside her, and though she felt a flicker of relief, it was quickly replaced by a consuming desire for vengeance.

Leaning back in her chair, she closed her eyes, the images of the fight flooding her mind—Bloom struggling, the witches laughing, their dark power overwhelming them. The memory clawed at her insides, stoking the flames of her fury. No way will I let them get away with this! she vowed, determination sharpening her focus.

A wicked thought crossed her mind: What if I could take away their hearing? Make them feel the same helplessness we did? They deserve to suffer for what they've done!

Electra stood abruptly, her chair tumbling back as she paced the room, fists clenched. The adrenaline coursed through her veins, filling her with a mix of rage and exhilaration. She wouldn't rest until the witches felt the weight of her anger.

With renewed purpose, she gritted her teeth and pulled out her training gear, ready to channel her fury into honing her skills, even without her powers. I'll show them what happens when you mess with me and my friends! she thought, determination fueling her every move.

As she prepared to train, Electra could feel the fire of her resolve burning brighter. She would turn her pain into power, and this time, nothing would hold her back. The witches would pay—she would make sure of it.