Winnie was thankful that it only took half a mouthful of that rancid meat to make her feel better. She didn’t eat much raw meat in her spare time but it probably usually didn’t taste as rotten as this. The effects were immediate. A fire blasted through her core for the briefest of moments. She felt energy-no, power- surge through her body, knitting together her wound and clearing her mind. There was no remaining evidence of her pitiful state mere seconds ago, apart from the blood spill on the ground. She had never felt more alert, more alive. Anything was possible now, including getting back at those shades. That Russian girl seemed to have the same idea.
Winnie was tempted to do the same, but right now, all she wanted to do was leave. Though her body was intact, the mental scars of the incident remained. Despite her transformation, she was just…tired. So instead of joining Katerina’s murderous frenzy, Winnie took a deep breath. She had never found a good reason for hurting others and she didn’t want to start now. She brushed herself off. She picked up her schoolbag. She picked up the figurine that the Japanese girl had dropped, which now had a gratuitous amount of Winnie’s own blood staining it, and walked towards the rest of the group.
“Sorry I got it messy, but here’s the figurine you dropped.” Winnie offered the bloody box to Tanizaki. She could not find the motivation to put her usual pep back into her speech.
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