In a world torn between heroes and villains, it can be a dangerous and hostile place. Some take comfort in the Gifted that stand up against those who would use their powers for greed and chaos. While others choose to hide away, fearful of the day...
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Many would consider Elaina Hart's refuge an abysmal, boring escape. They might enjoy the hiking and the quiet for a little while, and perhaps they'd find some adventure in rowing along the nearby river. However, at some point the lack of steady internet and the hour-long drive to a town that had one bar, a post office, a grocer, and a plethora of churches, would kill any further desire to remain in the middle of nowhere. However, Elaina made the most of what she did have and found her enjoyment in painting, photography, and an online book swap program.
Typically, she preferred to read escapist plots found in fantasy and science fiction novels. However, horror had never been high on her list of to-be-read books. She'd seen and experienced horror firsthand, so she had no need for specters and serial killers to keep her up at night. At least that was true until she met Dominic Cramer.
Elaina Hart first discovered Dominic Cramer long after she met Catalyst. After her less than stellar separation from the muscular vigilante, she developed an insatiable need to find him so she could properly demand repayment for the injuries she endured. Plus, she really wanted to see his face when he realized she wasn't dead.
This meant she had to spend a lot of time scouring the internet for any leads on the identity of her mysterious marauder. It would have been quick work for any normal 22-year-old, however for a 22-year-old that had spent most of her formative years in isolation, thanks not just to her choice of abode, but also a seriously slow internet connection, it was a pain-staking process.
After a month of one dead end after another, she was ready to throw in the towel and return to her quiet existence. However, after fake-dying in the hands of the man that had left her with some seriously blue ovaries, she wasn't sure she could return to her normal everyday routine. So, she pressed onward and prepared for the eventual meet-cute by grabbing whatever horror books she could get her hands on via the book swap. In particular, she sought the works of H. P. Lovecraft.
"What in the actual fuck was that?" demanded the man she knew as Cat. They were in a helicopter, so he couldn't pace, but she found some amusement in how his hands worked out the nervous energy by clenching and unclenching on top of his knees.
"Shouldn't we wait to land before we go over the finer points of our reunion?" She watched with malicious pleasure as his teeth grit together with enough ferocity that she thought he might just shatter all his pearly whites into tiny jagged pieces.
"I haven't decided yet if I should have you killed or not, so why don't we talk about it now?"
"I think you already made that decision, asshole." The sinister calm that she attempted to maintain cracked beneath her words and the anger she kept deep within clawed to the surface.
"And it looks like I was right to do so!" He barked the words, his thick, muscular body pulling against the constraint of his seatbelt. He looked like a rabid dog tether by a chain on the verge of snapping.
