“Fly!” I screamed the word. “Lift up, Glory Girl!”
Let’s see if this works. I guess it kinda has to.
Her face was melting on one side, her eyes a ruin, her ear and the surrounding area of her head a bloody mess. I wondered if she could even hear me.
Narratively, I mean. Though it’s possible that Taylor is indeed going to plummet, I guess. Wouldn’t be the hardest hit the story has thrown at her.
I was getting dragged down. How long before I had to make the call about letting go? It would mean letting her fall back into the burning city street. Maybe her forcefield would protect her, but the acid would continue to eat into her, until it got at something especially vital. She would die, slowly and painfully.
Yeeah. Amy wouldn’t be pleased.
Burning to death would almost be a mercy.
“Rise! Fly!” I shouted.
w i s e f w o m y o u w g w a v e
She began to lift up. I took the opportunity to let go of her hair, grabbing at the one hand that wasn’t covered in acid. I pulled on her hand, and she followed my lead.
Yay!
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