Losers & Weirdos Always Catch The Hero Drift

True Self

Eliza's POV

My mother's blonde hair waved in her face, she examined me.
"Still wearing that disguise, I see" she says unimpressed.
I rolled my eyes, "I see your still wearing that stupid beauty mask, besides...
Black is beautiful, you should try it sometime, I mean...
When your out this galaxy" I say with no emotion.
"My dear, Eliza..."
She took a step toward me,
I quickly pulled out a gun that was in my pants, aiming it at her with my left hand.
My mother stops, "such a primitive weapon, one that doesn't work on us" she says with a small grin.
I grimaced, "yes...
When we're out earth's atmosphere,
but when we're in.....
It provides to be a very, very, effective tool.
In short....
Game over".

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Yvonne groaned in pain, touching her sore head.
Her eyes glowed with a white flare,
when it settled down, Yvonne sat up
"Eliza...."
She breathed

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"My Dear Eliza, you'd shoot your own mother...?"

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Peter found himself in between two walls,
"Karen..?"
There was nothing to be heard,
"Karen, you there?
MJ!?"

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"You act like you're surprised....
Surely you knew this day would come.
I've chosen my side..."

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Clint and Liz support on each other's weight.

"We gotta get out of here" Liz says,
Clint starts to cough
"No... We need to get Eliza"

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"Yes, the losing side....
How disappointing".

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Loki helps Yvonne up, as they scout the hall.
Again Yvonne's eyes flared crystal white.
"Get ready, we're about to face the remains of which Eliza's mother buried inside this ship".
Loki's eyes widened,
"I'm almost tempted to leave you here" he said.
Yvonne eyes him.

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I look to my mother,
"They may loose the first, but it's not the endgame yet".

My mother scoffs, "all your friends will be dead by then".
"And surely you know that I will be too".
My mother scowled at me,
"always did forget you gained your father's annoying persistence".
I quirked up my brow,
"and that's a bad thing?
You really do need to grow up mother".
My mother's teeth revealed themselves under the petite lips,
large fangs, every single one of them sharp as a knife.
Every child's nightmare,
her elbow bones ripped from the skin as I winced at the scene.
Her hair uncurled itself from the loving pigtails as it festered down her shoulders.
Her true self showed through,
her ugliness fitting her personality.
I smirked,
"there you are".