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Ophelia

Ophelia squinted as she looked up at the silhouette of the thin, ashen woman. She was clearly a beauty but her time in the camp had clearly done a number on her. ”Haven’t you heard? ‘It’s hotter than the devil's taint’ and there are going to be more mouths to feed soon.”  She said dryly as her eyes adjusted to better make out the figure standing before. Her voice was laced with the anger that still remained from the sudden jolt. Ophi paused for a moment. ”Sorry… yeah, I’m good, just got stung.” This time there was remorse in her voice.

Ophelia wasn’t angry at the Gifted woman next to her, she was angry at the Hunters, she was angry at the lack of food, water, and places to sleep, and most of all she was angry at the bastard that thought putting shock collars on any living creature was a good idea. 

Ophi took another short pause before giving the woman a once over. The woman must have been really struggling to keep sane in this heat but Ophelia decided it was probably better to not ask about her fashion choices. ”So…” She alley-ooped back into an upright sitting position. ”What are you in for? Petty theft? Arson? Don’t tell me you’re one of those Gifted! I heard they’re dangerous!” She joked sarcastically trying to lighten the mood.

But before she could respond further, a voice chimed up from behind her. Ophelia jumped forward and the grass around her for a brief moment erupted in tall flames.  “Fuck!”  She yelped in surprise. Ophi whipped herself around and growled annoyed upon recognizing the group’s latest addition.  “ What do you want, Manic?”  For the past week, this girl has seemed to be particularly fond of toying and messing with Ophi; almost like a child playing with a new toy.

Then another girl with some major resting - bitch -face approached. “Aaaand they just keep coming. Great.” How annoying. At this rate the Hunters were going to start getting anxious about all these Gifted swarming; and when they get anxious, they get more generous with dealing out punishments and warnings.

Sure enough the bites of electricity came and another wave of rage followed, but nothing save for a growl escaped her. But that wave of anger and pain was quickly met with an opposing wave of exhaustion and lightheadedness; and very quickly everything happening around her began to fade away. Ophelia was losing control of her fire power. 

Water. She needed water and fast or else she was quite literally going to combust trying to keep her emotions and powers suppressed. Visible heat distortions started to form, new holes started to burn into her shirt, and again steam started to emanate from her body. “I'm gonna explode...!”  She groaned as she curled up into the fetal position. Ophi hated this feeling, the feeling of her power building up in her body; she couldn’t tell if she was going to pass out, vomit, or both. As the tunnel vision set in, the sound of.... a helicopter could be heard?
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