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</div><br/><span style="font-size: 22px">Veronica Sterling</span><br/><b>Time:</b>July 15th, 2am PST<br/><b>Location: </b>Vancouver, Washington<br/><b>Mood Song:</b><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DaYh3k0SxdIY&amp;hash=835cd9f417d841af499fb7d720d3a13b" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYh3k0SxdIY" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Beauty of Annihilation - Elena Siegman</a><br/><b>Wearing: </b>As picture<br/><b>Tagging: <br/>
Mentioning:</b><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>The sound of four bullets rain out above the frigid rain. "Leave me alone you freak!"  A man shouted as he retreated from a second shadowy figure. A bolt of lightning flashed overhead, lighting up three things in the otherwise empty street.<br/><br/>First, the man's features. His face full of terror, the gun in his hand quivering slightly with fear. Second, the bullets suspended inches from the other figure's face. The metal contorted in front of her, smashing into tiny cubes before dropping to the ground at her feet. Third, the woman, unperturbed by the fact that she had been shot at. The bullet had flown out, arcing wildly from the gun's muzzle, then swinging back toward her under guidance from the man. In fact, she seemed more agitated with the rain wetting her hair than the man's actions; as if she barely perceived his existence despite staring him down.<br/><br/>"James Barkus, right? Your telekinesis is quite unique as I've been told. It affects any gun you touch, or at least the projectiles fired from said gun. It really would fit a killer so much better, but a celebrity hiding under a false identity, becoming a cop... I guess that's a crime I haven't put on my record yet." The woman spoke, her voice piercing the sound of innumerable raindrops to speak despair into the man's heart.<br/><br/>"You see, James..." She continued, taking steps toward him as she spoke. James backed up just as fast, quickly tripping over his own feet and slamming ass first into the street. The woman, Veronica, kept walking toward him, finally showing an emotion besides boredom. A cruel smile, twisted and cold as ice. "A certain client of mine put a hit on you. And as it so happens, my power is a form of telekinesis so powerful it bends the laws of reality to its very will. Merely making a few bul-"<br/><br/>Veronica was interrupted as James unloaded the rest of his clip at her and the bullets harmlessly deflected into the ground between them. "As I was saying, merely making a few bullets do some fancy tricks is so far beneath my powers, its laughable. Please stop struggling, you poor stupid worm." She finished, finally closing the gap between them and putting the sole of her boot against James' chest, slowly lowering him to lay flat.<br/><br/>Afraid and under her complete control. What a perfect man he was now. Shame she had to murder him tonight. She considered crushing his lungs under her boot, maybe taking his gun and shooting him with it, scooping out his eyes like her most recent victim... She had already done those things though, and her calling card was to have no calling card at all. Instead, Veronica took a few seconds to think, then watched as James' head split cleanly in two, stopping at the neck so that his blood sprayed the asphalt, not her clothes. At least it was painless after the first few seconds, unlike some of her other toys. She still had one in a basement somewhere in LA, slowly being dissolved in an acid vat, millimeters at a time, her regenerative powers fighting to keep the poor girl alive. Veronica really missed her screams, the begging to be released, that the girl would do anything for Veronica.<br/><br/>The woman smirked slightly at the thought, then resumed her walk along the street, coming to where she had stopped traffic minutes ago. The flaming wreckage of cars and the flashing of lights on emergency vehicles was a beautiful landscape. She ran up to one of the officers, putting on a façade of panic as she approached. "Officer, sir, there's someone further down the road. I think..." She started to cry, as if she hadn't just slaughtered the man in question in cold blood just seconds prior. "I think he's dead!" She burst into tears then, and easily accepted the care of a nearby paramedic who checked her vitals and put her on oxygen to help calm her nerves.<br/><br/>The murder would appear as yet another gruesome figure in the death toll over the last few months. By the time the news was silenced by Kiva, Veronica was already out of the country and onto her next target. She wondered how much longer she'd have to keep wandering aimlessly, how long until she had a real fight... And how long until she could see her "father" again.