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Even with the heaviest curtains I can find, she thought as she opened her eyes and was promptly blinded, the sun still gets through! Karis A. Logan, called Kali by her friends, shut her eyes with a groan and turned over onto her side, drawing the blankets around herself. Her thoughts turned from curtains to the events of the previous day. A grimace came to her face as she recalled Helldawn's crack about her being a witch. Kali had instantly flown off the handle at the younger girl and stormed home. The teen sighed. The blunt truth was, Karis was a witch. She only preferred to use less condemning terms, such as wiccan, mage, and/or alchemist. Kali just didn't like being called a witch. It sounded too…evil. And evil was the last thing she wanted to be known as.
As the granddaughter of a half-demon, Kali was one-eighth demon herself, and had a spitfire temper that often got her in trouble. Actually, now more than ever. A villain named Geno-Maxx (A/N: cheesy name, I know. He's supposed to be cheesy. :P) had messed around with her DNA, bringing the demon part of her to the surface. She shuddered. That experience was not one she wanted to remember. The pain had been horrible. Maxx had forced her to change as far into demon form as possible, and made her attack her team. Her own team!
Delusion and Cronos had had to call in Vanth, Haven's master mage and supervisor. The woman had managed to cast a spell to take Kali from under Maxx's control and later returned her to human form. The transformation had, however, not been without repercussions. The injuries from Delusion and Cronos still remained, but no matter how many times they said they were sorry and no matter that she knew it had been in self-defense, it still hurt that they would attack her. And the effects of Maxx's changing her still remained, whether fully or in part she didn't know.
Now, when Kali got above a certain anger level, a second set of eyes would appear. They would turn a blood red just as her own would. The angrier she got, the more she was altered. The points of her ears grew even more prominent. Then her skin would darken a few shades, supposedly ending in a red. She'd never gotten that far without trying to calm down.
But what really scared her was the feeling of growing power with the more anger she unleashed. She was starting to like it. That really frightened her. She'd gone to her grandmother, whom she knew had been through all of this before. All the aging empath had been able to do was tell Kali to meditate. That helped, but the more she used it to drive the naked anger away, the less it worked. That was why she let her grandmother feed off of her anger, her fury. It calmed Kali, and gave her grandmother the option not to have to consume others' emotions without their consent. But no matter how much she meditated, no matter how much rage Raven took, Kali still felt that monster inside of her, taunting her from the corner of her mind she'd pushed it into.
Kali growled and sat up, flinging the sheets off. She didn't want to think about that anymore. She stood and went over to her dresser, pulling out jean capris, a violet t-shirt with "Anticrombie" proudly printed on the front, and white ankle socks. As she dressed, she mulled over the choosing planned for that day. Two teams were going to be chosen to go to the New York Sanctuary to update the Supers and Baddies list. She had mixed feelings about it if her team was chosen. On one hand, it was far away and New York was cold. On the other hand, she'd get to see Ruben, her boyfriend, whom she hadn't seen in person for months. She stood, padded back over to her bed, and made it, tenderly placing the old green bear atop the pillows. She then fished around under her bed until she found her shoes, black ankle hiking boots that she was rather fond of and pulled them on. Kali walked over to the door, turned, surveyed her space once more, then left the room, closing the door softly behind herself.
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Constructive criticism is welcomed! Peace and Oreos, Onyx