A/N [I'M BACK]
Clarissa watched down upon the scene, perched comfortably upon the soft and plush window seat. The centre of the city was greatly unstable with the uncertainty that lay within – the infamous particle accelerator was ready and StarLabs had made grand promises to make scientific history. Something, however, greatly unsettled her. Maybe it was the continuous media frenzy that had been obliviously engulfed in Harrison Wells' somewhat controversial promises and grand speeches – Clarissa had never enjoyed male superiority and Wells' stank of hidden agendas and a hierarchy like complex. Not that she knew the man or had any place to truly judge his intentions, but something about him and his entire team just did not sit right with her [She could not deny, however, that she found Mr Raymond quite attractive. That, sadly, did not make him instantaneously a brilliant person]. With her TV blaring in the background, preaching nothing but confidence in the promise of cleaner energy not only for the city but globally too, Clarissa sank further into the comfort of the cushioned seat.
The ridiculous mug lay between her hands; it was warm and inviting, despite the ridiculous grinning cat's face that took up the majority of the cup's patterning, contrasting its ebony fur to the cyan polka dots that wallpapered the remaining space – the hot caramel coffee was bitter, yet sweet, and she happily allowed it to infiltrate her senses as her palms rejoiced in the heat it produced. She had an unhealthy relationship with the concoction, not that she was willing to give it up for anything, but she enjoyed the energy it provided her. It was a little kick start that she needed in the evenings when she knew that she had work left to be sorted and organised.
Clarissa had always been a night owl, so she did not mind absentmindedly sitting at the window whilst the world around her was shrouded in the deep navy of the night. Truthfully, she could never truly sleep at night as the city held too many interesting moments when the sun went down, and her productivity was higher when the brightness of the day dimmed. Bringing the cup to her dry lips, she took a much-needed swing and continued over to her laptop that was perched quite contently at the dining room table. She had a lot of work and emails that awaited her keen eyes.
However, as her foot made contact with the ground a large explosion-like sound crashed from behind her, startling her with its velocity. It was a sound she had never experienced or heard before – something deadly and powerful.
The young woman turned quickly upon her heels – her fluffy black pyjama socks taking most of the friction as she did so. Within the very centre of the city, StarLabs had exploded, causing a high flux of power to enter the air stream. The first heart-wrenching bolt of lightning struck almost instantly upon a building not far from her own, in which she could recognise as the police station. Oh, how she pitied whoever laid inside, and hoped that the space was void and of life prior to the hit, hoping at that time of night everyone had left and gone home for the evening.
The sky darkened into shades of deep mauve and greys, and the clouds descended quickly almost like a man-made storm had been formed as electricity had been blasted directly upwards. Clarissa felt sick to the stomach at such a sight.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." She muttered as she attempted to regulate her breathing whilst her heart palpitated beneath her rib cage in such a violent manner that she truly believed that she was going to faint. She attempted to find her phone, her mind scattered and refusing to cooperate with her as the adrenaline flooded her system.
"Where in God's name did I put it!" She gulped, praying desperately that her work colleague, Laura, was alright. She needed to get into contact with her, she needed to know is Laura was, in fact, safe from the clutches of the unstable energy.
Laura had always been kind to her, and with the brunette freshly pregnant with her first child, Clarissa could not help but find herself needing to know if the young girl was unharmed by the storm.
However, before Clarissa was able to snag the phone that lay awaiting upon the kitchen counter, a large crash came thrusting its way through her clear bay window, forcing its entry into the safety of her home. The lightening was too quick for her to turn and great. Rather, it blasted its way through her, which caused the mug to fall from her grip and shatter upon the wooden floorboards as she was flung backwards due to its force.
The pain soon came, burning its way through her nerves like a wildfire refusing to calm or decrease its hast of instant destruction. It was a violent sensation that she had never experienced.
A scream ripped through her lips, tumbling from her parted mouth and permeating through the air in ripples. Her eyes burnt, her arms and legs were shaking aggressively and unable to control themselves almost as if they were tied to a rope that someone else was moving. Such pain caused her entirety to convulse and a slight gathering of liquid had pooled at the corners of her mouth, frothing and accumulating. And with one last scream, her body quickly fell sluggish against her apartment wall.
A moment passed.
Silence.
Uncertainty.
Clarissa did not move, did not stir. It seemed as all evident life had fled her small form – her body lay limp upon the floor surrounded by the remnants of the cyan and ebony ceramic that had shattered into shards. The young girl lived alone, nobody would have been coming to her rescue despite the appearance she had been left with such a mighty blow.
The silence was deafening until a dreadful grumble developed; a deep gut sound almost like a growl that was ready to articulate itself echoed. It was not human, but rather an animalistic snarl... Almost demonic like. The strawberry blonde's eyes snapped open with urgency, dilated and darkened as if she had been possessed by some other being.
Without a single word uttered, she smiled.
It was not a pleasant or kind smile. Not a delicate or innocent smile. This was haunting and unforgiving. It stretched almost from ear to ear, like a Cheshire cat, a smile that could not be forgotten with a simple blink of the eye. This smile... was ghastly, produced by a wild animal that had finally been allowed to see the light. An animal resurfaced and the poor innocent Clarissa was nowhere to be seen.
This was all beast.
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