Disclaimer: I do not own My Ruin or their Brutal Language lyrics.
She didn't notice anything till the lightening struck. And when it struck, she knew. She looked up to see the streak across the sky, white hot and coming straight for her. She couldn't do anything, she was so shocked, because surely this had something to do with her. Right?
It came straight down towards her, and a deafening boom was heard throughout the building. The power went out and sparks flew everywhere, and the emergency evacuate alarm was wailing throughout the building. It had hit the roof above her, and waves of electric heat were pulsing over her quarters. The lightening bolt pulsed and writhed, seeming to be somehow connected to the building she occupied. The throbbing heat raced along different carrying mediums until it reached her, flowing up through her feet and filling her with its power. She stared down at herself, for there was a glow emanating from her body. The lightening retreated back to where it had come, though the storm out was equally oppressive. It seemed to be waiting out for commands from...who?
She was still locked in her glass prison, however, which did represent a problem. She drew back her fist with iron determination and slammed it into the glass, streaks of electricity frissoning from her hand. She looked at it with appreciation and drew back again, determined she was going to free herself from her prison. She struck the glass for the second time, and the frissons of heat streaked out in the same paths, bolder this time. A split second after she hit it cracks showed in the glass, and she kept her hand there, letting the mini lightening streaks do their work. Suddenly the glass around her shattered and she found herself staring face to face with Susanne and a group of 'people' that looked like doctors. All their faces were completely aghast and some of them dropped their clipboards. One of them held a wicked looking syringe filled with about 20 cc's of orange liquid. Altessa fought to stifle her panic, because if she wasn't the only 'mutant' out there, and Susanne was one of them, who knew what the rest of them could do? She didn't even really know what Susanne did, just that she was able to change her clothes and her eyes went to slits...
Like a cup full of white hot liquid and pushed over the edge, Tess's rage spilled from her in the form of lightening, streaming from her hands and answering her call from the sky, raining down as a path was cleared for her to walk through them. She walked through them, unafraid, not thinking except for her need to get out of here...and rescue everyone else in the same predicament. As she passed them, she stared into each of their eyes as they each tried to get to her, but were pushed away by the invisible force field around her. She made her way back to the original place she had been taken to and collected her shoes, gloves and lip ring, which were sitting in evidence bags on a shelf.
Passing through the corridors she found there were countless rooms of glass like the one she had been in, each containing a mutant like herself, lamenting their defeat to a lost cause. All, however, were now joining forces to help in their escape. Euphoria entered her bloodstream and she welcomed the change. As she stepped into the hallway, she was greeted by over a hundred mutants cheering her on. After only a moment she walked to the first 'cell' and slammed her fist into it, her face a mass of twisted emotions all together.
Her fist kept contact with the glass as the little lines of electricity cracked the glass walls into millions of little sections, finally making it weak enough that the whole panel came crashing down.Tess continued with her task, wincing every time she punched the glass. Blood was soaking through her gloves from the ripped skin on her knuckles, but she kept on going. As each mutant was released, they used their abilities to help the others out and thus the chore was finished faster than if she had tackled it alone. Everyone was bound with close ties in a single emotion.
Rage. What is rage? Tess asked herself as she surveyed the damage, feeling like she was watching from a different location, like she could see herself staring at the ruined insides of the building. Rage? Rage was destruction. Rage was anything that made you do something you wouldn't under normal circumstances. Kept inside rage would tear you apart. Experience it, you'll never forget it.
It was kind of like the feeling of seeing your own blood running down your hands, turning the sink a deep crimson as it flowed. She remembered the reason she had done it; sexually abused as a child, she had fought to get over a phobia of intamacy. It had kept her from getting a boyfriend for many years, but she had tried several ways of getting over it before something actually worked. She thought that if she had intimacy, then maybe she'd get over the feeling of grossness and sickness, utter helplessness and humiliation. Her first kiss had been the straw that broke the camel's back, causing her to bleed herself in the sink to drain away the feelings she didn't know how to deal with.
One of the mutants tapped her shoulder. "I'm sorry, but we really should rally and get out of here. The mutants running this place are very strong, and I'm not even sure if all of us together could beat them at that. "
"Yeah, you're right." She cupped her hands aroung her mouth. "Everyone! Let's get out and destroy this building once and for all, and let's see if we can't destroy the creatures that ran this place too! Let's hurry!"
Everyone nodded or murmered some sort of agreement and made their way outside. The rain had subsided, but it looked as if the heavens were waiting to explode. As soon as they knew they were all outside, Tess thought a moment.
"Are there any... pyrokinetics here?" She asked. One young girl stepped forward, looking like she'd seen the worst in life. "Can you help me get rid of this building?" Tess asked the girl.
"Yeah."
"Ok. On the count of three, ok? One, two..."
"Stop!"
"What?"
"Have you seen x-men?"
Tess wrinkled her brow."Yeah, why?"
"You know Pyro? He had to have fire to use-it had to be there already. I'm like that. You got a lighter on you?"
Dumbstruck, Tess felt her pockets then turned to the desert-like terrain surrounding her. She walked up to a sage bush and grabbed it, enough electricity flowing through her into it that it snapped once then a small flame appeared on a branch of the bush. "Will that work?" She asked.
The girl smirked. "Bad ass, yo."
"Ready? One, two, three!" On three, Tess spread her hands and looked to the sky, bidding the lightening to do her will. The Pyro Girl also spread her hands, the flames dancing in her palms spreading in wide arcs to the bases of the building.
In about thirty seconds, the whole building was flat and burning still. As they surveyed their path of destruction on something worthy of it, a metal song by My Ruin lilted through Tess's mind as she stored the tune and bound it with the memory that would never leave.
I watch the buzzards gather
But no one's dead today
Like sheep they follow after
And promise not to stray
Her darling little bastards
Scarred with elitest black
But I know when I star her
It won't be in her back
I'm spilling open
Inside my house of leaves
It doesn't matter what's been said
It's what my heart believes
It seems the hive is buzzing
The bees protect their queen
While snakes with poison venom
Appear upon the scene
So ugly in their hatred
God bless the maybeline
So arrogant that when she cuts
It's done for all to see
I'm spilling open
Inside my house of leaves
It doesn't matter what been said
It's what my heart believes
I'm spilling open
It's killing all of me
And I hate what I've become
From what's been done to me
Homecomeing queens are pretty from being dressed in pink
But perfume can't diguise a pig and I can smell her stink
Miss Anne Thropy once sang to me with words that tasted sweet
But now the slaughter house has turned her voice to meat
Not everybody's everything they ever claim to be
Not everything is black and white, friend or enemy
I guess it really doesn't matter when there's nothing left
Sometimes you gotta let it go and just ENJOY THE DEATH.