"I miss the sky, the rain, the sun...I miss it all."
Waking up after a detonation was one of the most painful experiences Cassandra had ever endured. The torturous games that the men in lab coats played made no comparison, not to say they weren't painful because they were, but as soon as the plasmatic liquid that was left behind after the explosion started to reform her brain the pain started. White hot, excruciating fire that burned her over and over again. Cells, tissues, and organs started to group back together molecule by molecule. Muscles stretched and strained over regrowing bones, joints connecting with small pops and snaps. The reformation process felt like hours to Andy, but in all reality it only took a few minutes.
She was able to start moving before her body was completed, gritting her teeth through the pain as she sat up, watching in fascinated awe as small collections of the plasma rolled across the floor, up her foot, leg, and stomach to patch the skin on her cheek, another piece wrapping around the bone of a finger. Gasping, sweaty, and exhausted the woman sat in the corner of the cell walls, eyes fluttering close, naked skin rising with goosebumps against the chilled air. Cassandra pulled her knee to her chest, eyes flicking open to squint against the lights as the tint on the walls fades away. Looking across the hall she was ready to tell Brimstone that the labs weren't mad at her anymore, that they would be okay. But emptiness met her eyes, heart dropping in her chest, stomach knotting in sickness as she shook her head slowly. "No, no, no, no...this is all my fault." Cassandra whispered.