Snippet #1053738

Amidst the noise, the tears, and the pain, Emia's mind was actually still functioning slightly. She knew where she was, she knew what she was doing, and she knew she was almost certainly going to be in trouble later. Things she didn't know, were that turning off the lights had been a very dumb move, her make-up was running and revealing the thin white circuits beneath, and that the assailant had left. After what could of easily been between a second and a century, a voice broke in on Emia's half formed thoughts.

"Cut it out. Let the people have their light." Iota's voice rushed into her consciousness, breaking through the screams, and the voices, and her own sobs. Seconds later she did so, releasing the electricity and allowing it to flow once more. "Good girl. Now, stop crying." This one was harder. Meanwhile, people were pointing as one by one lights began to flicker on. Several people hurriedly pulled out cellular devices or GLOVEs, relieved to see them working again. Others just stood and stared. Emia struggled to a sitting position, her bandaged arm throbbing from the thrust. Had it busted? Emia looked down, but didn't see any blood. That was good. Forcing herself to stop sniffling she looked around, seriously hoping no one had noticed her.

She had forgotten all about her makeup, but as she wiped her eyes she saw the telltale smudges on her hand. Oh sh*t! She had been such an idiot... What if people saw? Thanks to the paparazzi, everyone would know who she was. No... This can't be happening! She thought to herself, but she knew that it was. Struggling to her feet, Emia noticed that her high heels were gone. Sighing and biting her lip she began to slowly move along the wall, trying not to be noticed as she headed for the emergency exit.