Fog had done a number on her. It was hard to believe, but she was better than she’d been a few days ago.
Aww.
Bitch had intended to use her power on the dog, but Lisa had advised against it, warning about the threat of cardiac arrest. As a consequence, Angelica had spent the better half of a week so lethargic, weak and still that I’d frequently looked at her and wondered if she’d stopped breathing. I wasn’t so attached to her that I’d be upset if she died, but knowing how much the loss of a dog would gut Bitch had given me enough of a reason to worry about the critter.
:Å(
It was strange to think I was walking away from this: the loft, the dogs, and the others.
You still have a little time to potentially change your mind, but I’m not sure what’d make you do that.
I didn’t know how to parse what I was feeling or thinking. I felt angry, betrayed. Standing in the living room of the loft, the feeling of being lost was particularly keen. I didn’t have a plan, and I’d had a plan for a while, now.
If you walk out of here, where will you go? Home? Will you finally return and put Danny’s worries at ease?
For my first year and a half of High School, it had been all about getting through to the end of the day, reaching the weekend. When the weekend came, it was about recuperating, rebuilding my mental and emotional strength to face the coming week.
And then came the Undersiders.
Then I had gotten my powers. I’d reached my very limit, the moment I might have cracked, and my powers had given me something else to strive for; being a superhero.
Whoops, I got a little ahead of myself.
There’d been so much to do, so much to plan, prepare and research, that it had given me a reason. I was hesitant to define it as hope, but it had given me something to focus on beyond the next twenty four hours.
And then came, after months, the night you finally became Skitter. The night you fought Lung.
Everything else had flowed from that point. Meeting the Undersiders, committing to a new plan as an undercover agent, with a new goal of getting info on them and their then-anonymous boss. When I couldn’t do that in good conscience, I changed my plan to getting to know the others, being a friend to Bitch, bonding with Brian.
And now, that is breaking down.
What now?
Admittedly, I’d had varying degrees of success, in the short period I’d traveled that road, but it had been enough for the present.
It was a thing to do.
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