In which our heroes can't go to school.
Amica awoke on a rooftop, fully dressed in her hero form. Except covered in actual blood. Her hands, hip and leg was crusted in the dried red substance. It splattered over the ground as well but it was a bit stickier there than on her. Everything hurt. As she tried to sit up straight, jagged pain from her hip stopped her. Memories of the night before came flooding back.
The villain.
The staff.
The burn.
Enigma.
Enigma! She must've lost consciousness before she could see him. She could barely speak, her throat and head were killing her. She tried her best to look for any sign of him. Blood was everywhere. At this point, it seemed impossible to find his dark red suit in the rising sunlight.
She wiped her nose, more blood seemed to have an endless flow. She wasn't sure what was bleeding anymore. The sun was visibly rising, shedding more light on the rooftop. Metal, vinyl and pools of blood glistened in the reborn light. She needs to find Enigma and make sure he's okay. It hurt her to move her lower body, yet she tried her best to crawl around the roof top in search of her partner.
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ActionEnigma shook those thoughts away from his head, realizing he was beginning to sound obsessive.
