#ipswitched

The last thing she remembered was the burnt-up man shooting dark tendrils at her, like an evil Spider-Man. She screamed--

Then she was in the middle of a street she didn't recognize.

"Mom? Dad?" she called out, only for a car to nearly hit her & honk until she stumbled over to the sidewalk. She fell to her knees, trembling. People started yelling at her, for her to get out of the way & she started crying.

What the fuck is going on?!

The yelling seemed to only get louder & louder, until something in her snapped. The fire hydrant a few feet away exploded, flying high into the air as water sprayed everyone in the vicinity.

Corrupted @ipswitched

Glancing away, he smirks "It always feels good, you know. The idiot son's are afraid of this feeling. We should be embracing it!" He, of course, would preach such. But he didn't think he was in the wrong, now did he? Chase brings his hands together, "Control is a killer. Power is what opened my eyes to these wrongs inflicted on me, my family. This deep chasm of unfairness that once's engulfed us. Embracing it- instead of fearing it. Makes it fucking better!"

Chase gave a side eye toward the other, annoyed. He offered a friendly smile quickly however "Power. But, besides that. I have no where else to go. I'm still technically dead." Crossing his burn scarred arms over one another he leans in "Not that I should be anywhere else, but here. Right?"

Cassia's fingers twitched. She could feel it building in her chest- that same kind of discomfort she'd been feeling off and on for days. She had moved to Ipswich less than a week ago and she was still getting her bearings in her new surroundings. She was used to the noise of New York City, the thrumming pulse of a place that never slept. But Ipswich... Ipswich was much quieter. Maybe it was that simple fact that lent to the feeling of being watched, like there was someone waiting just around the corner.

Or maybe it was simply that, despite being just after 3pm, the sky was filled with dark storm clouds. It almost felt like night, barely a stray beam of sunlight peeking through. It was clearly about to rain and she'd made the mistake of walking into town this morning. She had an umbrella, thankfully, but that would only help her so much if the rain started coming down in buckets, so to speak. Despite the forecasted "light rain", she was certain it was going to be more than that. There was no way she was getting home before the downpour, and she'd have to wait until she was out of town, out of sight of others, before she could use her powers to create a better barrier between herself and the rain.

But Cass liked rain. The soothing sound of it. The way it brought a slight chill to hot, summer, days like this. So she kept walking until the first bit of a sprinkle grew into larger droplets before she stepped into the nearest open shop. As she entered, though, that odd feeling in the pit of her stomach returned. She felt like she was being watched. So much so that she abruptly turned her attention back towards the door as it was falling shut and walked right into the turned back of a stranger.