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[PLOT TWIST, JENNIFER USED TO BE A COP]
Jennifer runs into the room as she spotted the men through her window. She sweepkicks one, picks him up by the head, and slammed him into another. She then kicked one in the head, stomping his head in. She then ripped the gun out of the blonde's hand, pointing it at him.
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[Well, that's quite the plot twist]
I raise an eyebrow, staring at Jennifer. "Quite the entrance, there. Got any other tricks up your sleeve?" |
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"Not really. But if you have to kill this guy, do it. It'll be classified as self defense." She said, grinning at you.
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[Question: Did the accomplices drop their guns upon either death, coma, or unconsciousness?] |
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[Coma]
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[Okay, but did they drop their guns?] |
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(mhm)
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I grab one of the accomplices' guns, and point it at the blonde killer's head. I pull the trigger, step forward to get a bit closer and then do it again for good measure. I drop the gun onto the floor, and step away from it. [Is this like some kind of time-travel or something? One second I'm going through Athene/Chrissy's memories for info, and then this.] |
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[Then the fantasy kicks in]
Your vision fades to white, and a group of vibrant colored people are in front of you.
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"Uhhhhh" I say, stepping backwards quickly. "What is going on? Is this related to that whole revenge job?" |
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"You are going to be one of the godly assistants. Your bravery and skill could be used." The man in the middle had said, his skin was a deep blue.
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I blinked. "Me? I'm not the bravest out there. I just did what had to be done. I'm an author, not a crimefighter. As far as I know, at least. I'm grateful, but pretty sure there are people more qualified to be a 'godly assistant' than I am." |
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"But you must be. You must continue this life quest. So tell me, which magic would you most love to use?" He asked.
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[Is the magic kind of free-to-choose, or are there certain types?] |
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[Certain types. If you want me to list them, I can.]
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[Could you? I can't hack into your mind] |
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[Fire, Water, Electric, Fortification, Extra High Intelligence, Wind, Restoration, and Earth.]
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I thought for a moment, then made my decision. "Electric." I said. |
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"Okay." The blue man walked over to you. He touched your arm, a lightning bolt tattoo forming in it.
You wake up, inside of a hospital.
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['forming in it'... In? I think you mean on.]
I look around, and try to sit up. "What is going on?" I mumble. Why am I in a hospital? |
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"SHE'S AWAKE!" The doctor yells. See if you put anything together from that.
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I stare at the doctor for a moment, trying to collect my thoughts. "What is going on? Why am I here?" |
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"You were in a coma, and what is that thing on your arm?"
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I look at my arm, and hide a grin. "Ever heard of a tattoo? Or is that something no one's heard of here?" I ask, almost sarcastically, before I realise his first statement. "Wait, coma? How long?" |
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"Three months." He said.
"I don't exactly remember that tattoo on you yesterday..." He said, concerned.
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