a's three-hundred-pound frame crashed through it like a wounded rhino. Her lungs burned, her heart poun
her chest heaving. "This is pathetic," she muttered, wiping the grim
athing. A strange insect, its body a lurid green wi
commanding her bio-manipulation ability to s
then died. The energy was too weak, too thin. I
ct buzze
green ichor on the bark. She stared at the glowing slime on her hand, a grim realization settling in. Her power was garb
liced a shallow cut across her forearm. Blood welled up, bright red against
inutes for the cut to close, leaving only a faint white line. By the time it was done, Alivia
ehydrated body. She pushed off the tree, fighting her way through thorny
fell to her knees at the edge, scooping up the cold water and splashing it over
ooked
irror. And the face staring bac
her cheeks and forehead, and her features were squished into the center by slabs of fat. She opened
she breathed. She had known she was ugly-the memories told her th
, she took a sharp breath. "Pity parties don't b
reflection with the cold, analytical eye of an agent assessing a target. Obesity. Hormo
ice flat. "It's a disast
e couldn't fight, she couldn't run, but she could at least get clean. She scanned the banks, searching
ing. She would wash. She would survive. And th
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