Chapter 2, A Night out

Katheryn lay in bed, the room filled with the dark of night. She woken up ten minutes ago, her muscles aching, and she hadn't managed to get back to sleep. Giving up on the idea of getting any rest she got out of bed and wrapped a dressing gown around herself, it's very touch made her itch and she ended up dropping it on the floor. After making a drink she took to her computer to see if she could find anything about the spaceship or the strange canisters it had dropped. There wasn't much to find, just a few photos of the ship and the fallen canisters. Disappointed, she went onto her Facebook to try and take her mid of the increasing itch that seemed to be spreading all over her body. She found that her feed was filled with the usual distractions; pictures of baby's, animal videos and memes. The she saw it, someone must have taken her picture in the coffee shop and it had found its way onto her feed. The picture had been tagged with the line 'Explosion in a cotton candy factory' and, against her better judgment she looked at the comments:

What a fire head

Look at that mane

That's more fluff than a bag of cotton wool

That's beyond fluff, that's FLOOF

Red Floof LoL

Katheryn knew the comments weren't that bad and she'd heard most of them before, but it was the cheek of the people who thought it was ok to put that sort of thing online, angry she pulled on some clothes and headed out into the dark night. Unsure of where to go, Katheryn found her self wondering the dark Gotham streets, her entire body itched, her muscled ached and her back now felt as if it was about to rip open. Stopping outside a night club she bent down and stretched, noticing something glint in the darkness she went to get a closer look. The nightclub doors flew open and a smartly dressed man came tumbling out, picking himself up he started back towards the club door when he saw Katheryn a drunken grin crossed his face.

"Holy hell look at that mop. A fuzz top like that would be worthy of..."

He was cut off as Katheryn bunched up her fist and slammed it into the man's nose, there was a sickening crunch and the man went down. A shout went up from the club door way and Katheryn turned to see a group of men, dressed the same as the one she had just punched, struggling to get past the bouncer. Grabbing the cylinder, she had seen, Katheryn ran down the street towards her flat, her only regret was that she had punched the man before she had found out just what her hair was worthy of.

After hiding the cylinder, Katheryn climbed back into her bed, strangely she had found that the run had seemed to reduce the ache in her muscles and the rubbing of her clothes had helped with the itch, she lay down, closed her eyes and welcomed the darkness of sleep.