Hidden away for years. In a cave, in the dark. The dirt. The cold. Alone. Taking in a human form such as Dr June Moone couldn't make her happier. Although her age [6131] was shining right throughout. It was all a heavy weight on her shoulder which just pulled her down. The hair on her shoulders. The chains. The MESS!
But N O W!
Oh, this was something she'd hadn't felt in all her years. A near unexplainable feeling.
A feeling of POWER. She felt FRESH, AND!- clean, awake! FULL OF PURENESS, THAT FEELING OF FREEDOM.
SHE COULD TAKE ON EVERYTHING, EVERY LIVING AND BREATHING HUMAN. MUTANT. You name it!
A N Y O N E.
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The way her eyes lit that clear blue ocean, T U R Q U O I S E .
filled and swimming with rage and want. Determination and an overwhelming LAUGH[?!!?] that expressed such feelings which dared to not leave her agape lips.
