Fearful eyes looked between the four figures in front of her.  The animated coyote corpse snarled at the parahuman knife wielder; the bulky Asian youth lifted a crowbar above her classmate threateningly.  She could—she<span style="font-style: italic">could</span>try to save him but… But it was<span style="font-style: italic">his</span>fault that they were in this mess to begin with and she didn’t want these two creeps to know what she was capable of and she<span style="font-style: italic">could</span>just slip away right now when no one was watching.  Maybe.<br/><br/>Vivio brought her hand to her mouth to stifle her sobs; her shoulder ached with the pain of whatever projectile the parahuman had thrown earlier.  She just wanted to be home.  Her mind flashed to the lines of text she had just scoffed at earlier today.  Her mom. Her dad. Her sister.  They were all waiting for her.  And—<br/><br/><span style="color: gray"><span style="font-style: italic"> Parental Unit (F): Vivio, I called Mr. Payne and he says neither you nor Isaac are back yet. We’re both worried, please call me right away. </span><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">we’re both worried</span></span><br/><br/>And Isaac had a parent waiting for him too.  With a shout something between a sob and a scream, the blond threw herself forward, bringing her hand up and<span style="font-style: italic">snapped</span>.<br/><br/>An explosion buffeted the group, throwing both Asians and the coyote to their feet.  Isaac should have been spared most of the explosion given how close he was to the ground.  Her magic didn’t affect herself though and she ran to scoop up Isaac’s arm and drag him away, ignoring the screaming in her arm.  Chancing one more look over her shoulder, she snapped once more, channeling all of her shame, anger, and pain into that one snap.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">BOOM.</span>