text: [Themes: sci-fi, female protagonist]
  
  Finally some freedom to act. You are Maelstorm but you are also Samson, and strength surges through you. You interlock the fingers of both hands into one mighty fist and bust out the glass overhead.
  
  It flies upward in an impressive reverse rain before the pieces shatter all around the capsule on the sterile white tile. Only a few small cuts to show for it and there are plenty of people inside you who can heal those in a jiffy. This is why Maelstrom...the original girl you mean, this is why she trusts you more than some of the others, you get shit done but don't do anything too crazy.
  
  You're already sitting up, ripping away tubes and restraints, tearing the oxygen mask off your face and inhaling deeply, coughing slightly. Something about the air in here is a little off, sort of thin. But you remember being several people that can easily adjust to that. Meanwhile the man on the intercom is shouting something, but anyone that's capable of taking the wheel is pretty used to ignoring voices. The glass lid of the capsule is in two segments, and finding a latch on the bottom half you swing it open, climbing out on that end without cutting yourself. Good thing too because you're completely naked.
  
  You look at your reflection in a tinted one way window that stretches from floor to ceiling. Yep, you're a girl with boobs and everything. That's always going to be weird. Little on the short side too. But the body appears to be the same Maelstrom as before: Frizzy honey blonde hair, amber skin, shrewd and eternally conflicted green eyes. So you weren't downloaded into a new one or anything at least. You just need to find some clothes as soon as possible.
  
  [And some shoes. Nice ones.] One of the girls chimes in. [But get us the hell out of wherever this is first.] Another one insists.
  
  "Yeah yeah, I don't need everyone's opinions, I fucking know."
  
  [Can we kill anyone yet? Please! I want to kill someone!]
  
  You give an irritated shake of your head, shutting that one up quick and look around the room. Besides the window, there's a metal door. Other wise it's just a bare white room with the capsule you broke out of in the middle of it and some medical machinery. You don't want to go back over there though because of all the broken glass.
  
  > break the window.
  Well, breaking glass got you this far. With a shrug and with no hesitation you slam your shoulder into the glass. It shatters and caves inward like...glass, and luckily seems designed to break into little pebbly pieces instead of jagged spikes. You go stumbling into the attached room and see a man in tan slacks,a white shirt and a red striped tie sitting at a table staring at you with a look of absolute horror. He jumps up and runs for a panel of buttons at the wall, but in one swift motion you fling the heavy table at him and knock him to the opposite side of the room.
  
  When you're Maelstrom but also Samson, the slow burn of strength surging through your muscles always feels wonderful, but this time's something different. Even with the power transferred from the original Samson using the imprint process, you're limited by the young female body of the original girl. Now though it's like you're much, much stronger, that table was shockingly light in your hands. Has something been done to you? Since the last time something was done to you, you mean.
  
  The man is still lying there on the ground, pinned under the table and groaning.
  
  [Kill him now! Please let me kill him...] You grimace as that other excited voice surges up again, struggling a moment to push it down. That's Ray Sedge, or Snake Eyes. Everyone knows he's bad news. The others are all clamoring at you now to contain him which of course is not helping your focus at all.
  
  > say "Kill! Kill! ...please?"
  You wriggle right out of Samson's grasp, giggling to yourself. The man lying there looks worried, but not nearly as much as he should be. He has no idea what he's in for, that is until you grip the sides of his skull with both hands and begin to press your thumbs into his eyes.
  
  You only really get to dig into one before he gets a hand free and ZAPS you hard, a bad electric shock that sends you reeling. Was he a Hero like you?
  
  He then zaps you AGAIN. You're screaming, rolling on the floor, peeing yourself, everyone in your head is yelling too and of course the man is yelling about the eyeball you popped, gore dripping down his cheek.
  
  Security guy busts in, of course he sees a young teen girl on the floor so you start screaming that this other man raped you. THAT gets them both distracted enough that you're able to get the gun away from the guard, and put an end to two sources of noise.
  
  You take the bloody, formerly white shirt from the first man and put it on, it's much too long for you and you use his red tie to tighten it around your waist. Now you've got a cute little dress, just like Mother used to force you to wear when you were Ray Sedge, a tormented young man living in a family owned hotel who didn't know yet that you were special.
  
  There are still bullets in the gun, but guns are no fun so you toss it aside. You prefer to work with your hands.
  
  Unfortunately, the security guy wasn't QUITE dead yet, something you figure out when you go to open the door to leave, and he uses the carelessly discarded gun to put thirty seven bullets in your back.
  
  No fun, at all. Mother will never forgive him, taking you from her like this now that you were finally the little girl that she always wanted.