Snippet #1728758

Stella
oh so many curse words so little time. Deep gold starts creeping into her vision, replacing the grey that had bleached it. Stella steps back mentally, another figure taking her place from her mental repertoire. A figure that doesn't give a damn about lives or anything else other than the thrill of the hunt followed the kill. Predatory instincts and all the hurt Stella had ever felt wrapped into one very powerful pissed off persona. Knowing they could be crushed like bugs. Utter hopelessness, like drowning in a storm out at sea. Aleron at school. Bitter realization. Serra at sword point. Helpless to do any thing but submit. So much shame and hatred... at him, Aleron, the world in general, especially herself. Condemning eyes. Didn't they see? If she's the weakest link in the chain, what chance did the others have? She didn't rank as a threat. Theta. A moment of sadness and complete fury there. The take over in India. Being named viceroy, the meddle around her neck feeling more like a noose. She slams against his mental walls, which are weakening, with all the force of a tsunami slamming into below sea level land. And then she's gone, leaving them to muck around with Aleron on their own. They can find their own way to the resistance base.