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MOLLY DIDN'T HESITATE WHEN SHE ARRIVED AT THE MEAD RESIDENCE.
All of her pre-instilled manners and patience were long gone, and in its place, was a frantic girl trying to shut out the image of the previous scene from her head. When her body transmuted, she had first appeared in the porch of Mead's house. How she knew where exactly that was, she wasn't sure - perhaps Molly simply knew where Michael would be located. It was as if a string had been tied between them, always tugging them closer together.
Instead of politely knocking on the wood, Molly raised her hand and telekinetically flung the door open, stepping through the frame with a furious step in her walk.
At the sound of her entry, Mead appeared around the corner from the kitchen, her ever present frown deepening at the sight of the woman in the hallway. But Molly didn't miss the twitch of her brows, she didn't expect her to be alive.
"What do you think-" Mead began angrily, her words cut off by Molly's powers stretching again. This time, directed at the older woman instead, in causing her to fly backwards until her back hit the wall.
"Where is he?" She demanded, stepping closer towards her until their chests almost touched. She made sure not to harm the woman nonetheless, simply holding her in place - Molly couldn't take killing another person, much less in the same day.
"I don't think that's going to be necessary," his voice sounded through the house, Molly's head snapped over to see the boy himself standing in the hallway. He appeared equal parts intrigued to equal parts angry, for as much as he loathed that she would dare touch Mead, he couldn't help but be fascinated by her display of anger.
Immediately, Molly dropped her hold on the woman, allowing her to fall onto the ground in a heap to regain composure.
She turned to face Michael completely, shaking her head in disdain. The blood that had spurted upon her face was beginning to dry up and crust, and she was all too aware of it.
"I have to say," Michael began, being the one to take a few steps towards her and bridge the gap, "this is a rather becoming look on you. Seething with anger, coated in blood. I think it's my favourite-"
"I didn't think cowardice was a trait the spawn of Satan would be proud to flaunt," she cut him off, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. Michael's expression contorted with confusion.
"What is that supposed to mean, now?"
"Sending your loyal Satanist followers to kill me instead of doing it yourself," she answered, blinking desperately as she sensed tears rising in her eyes. The shock of the incident was beginning to wear away, and now she was only left with all-encompassing guilt.
Molly was supposed to be divine - the truest being on the planet, and she had just committed the most deadly sin.
