Keep your hood up and keep your head down, don't make eye contact, don't stop to think about what you are doing. Her lips moved as she mouthed the words, trying to feel the weight of the words, trying to make the conviction real. How long had it been? She was two years older than that girl they keep parading about in front of the UN, Foundation X attempted to seize control of the Earth's waters. Had it not been for the awakening of her own powers, where would she be now?
Sharpa Evans moved aside cautiously as a procession shoved past her, indifferent to her presence, eager only in the spread of their message, the rattling of the sabres, so to speak, every placard announcing some turning point in the increasingly bitter vitriol between those suspected of being Amazon and those who claimed an imagined notion of purity.
She tried to keep the expression of contempt from her face. All of this sound, all of this fury, whilst above them, Foundation X were preparing the vanguard of their assault, a decisive strike whilst the Earth's peoples were divided.
She pushed herself flat against the dirty wall, watching the faces of each of them as they passed, contorted with anger, eyes wide with intensity, people haunted by their sense of righteousness. Her lips turned downward, a sense of disgust rising at the closeness of others. All of these people arguing about what was human and what was less-than-human, and above them contact had already been made with a brutal alien race plotting their enslavement. It had seemed so tawdry, so pathetic.
Arms at her sides, she tightened her fists, the leather of her gloves creaking as she did. This place, Detroit, where the poorest found themselves, where no one would notice a Amazon or Human going missing—if she used her power here, she would surely be mistaken for one of them. Still, the temptation was there, the desire to spite these people, to wake them up from their stupor.
At last, the crowd passed, and Sharpay was able to peel away from the filthy wall. If there weren't others like Kamen Riders out there, if there weren't others willing to fight for change, for survival, then she did not know if they could survive. Surely soon all this would be forgotten, surely soon the world would realise the true threat waiting amidst the stars above.
Keep your hood up and keep your head down, don't make eye contact, don't stop to think about what you are doing, she told herself again, and, dressed in a battered motorcycle jacket and torn trowsers, continued to make her way outside of the shopping arcade, her pockets heavy with stolen food.
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Kamen Rider Outsiders redux
FanfictionMy version of Kamen Rider Outsiders Jessi Noire former Kamen Rider and known traitor to her own family the stomach family, she isn't what you would call normal. Soon she has to face her family and their destructive corporation. The terrifying Zein...
