Other powers appear...
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I breathe a sigh of relief, it's a big thorn in my side after all! I can't take any more of this stress and pressure related to my physical condition... It's appalling what's happening now and I don't understand why it's happening to me at all. I never do anything wrong and I don't harm anyone. I feel strangely, that my new transformation will completely change my whole life. Nevertheless, I don't know yet how much at this moment...
However, one thing is certain, nothing will ever be the same again. Since I am able to know it, deep down, without being able to explain it out loud... I'm so scared, because I can't control this new power at all, that's where my unspeakable fear comes from... I'm an inveterate coward, already in the face of the adversity in which I grew up and lived, but also now. With this most incredible situation and the incongruous metamorphosis of my body. I have to get used to it quickly, as I will have to deal with it, unfortunately...
I undress then and throw my clothes in the trash, since they are all melted... I really can't afford to lose another outfit like that, in the future... It's still a big puzzle to solve, because I can't go to work naked either... So I'm looking on the internet to find out what can allow me to go outside without being totally naked and to cover my whole body, without any light coming through...
It's going to be hard to find, but I'm ready to try everything so that nobody can discover what's hidden underneath. I really have no other choice at this point. It has to be done and found quickly, I have a seven day deadline to get this done and not a minute longer. The time is up and the clock is already ticking. It has to work, because my life and my future in Ouroboros depend on it...
I must not fail at any time. This is my motto, but also the line I try to follow. It cannot be otherwise... So I sit down at my desk, inside the cubicle in which I live, and get to work, right away! Because I never give up ! I take the small piece of ceiling which I used earlier, not to liquefy my computer too. I sit down in my seat and begin to type on the keys of my keyboard...
At the same time, around 6:30 am, the alarm rings at the pretty young woman's house. She wakes up quietly to the sound of chirping birds, after turning off her alarm clock. Yes, she is an early riser. She hates above all the early mornings, she likes to be able to enjoy her day quietly and fully. She takes advantage of it to do various and varied things. Then, the young woman loves to see the sun rising since she is up at dawn, so she might as well enjoy it.
This is what she does while eating her breakfast in front of her bay window. She lives in a large apartment in the south of the city, one of the least poor and dangerous areas of Ouroboros. The number of assaults and murders there is limited to about twenty a day. While in the other districts and the surrounding areas everywhere else, there is talk of sixty or so. The calculation and the choice to live there are quickly made. Her parents had given her the apartment when they died, twelve years earlier.
She was only eight years old at the time. They died in front of her eyes, during an armed robbery of a convenience store that went wrong. At the time, they were shopping. She became an orphan in a fraction of a second and was traumatized by this act, which will mark her forever. She was then raised by a foster family and when she came of age, she inherited the house.
Her parents worked very hard all their lives to build this beautiful apartment: bright and spacious. However, if at the end of the month they didn't have much to eat on their plates, they would starve themselves to feed their daughter instead. For them, it was the most important thing at that time, she came and would always come first, even if they were hungry. Finally, this is the only legacy she has from them and the last gift they gave her....
She goes to admire herself in the mirror, her glittering and bluish skin color did not disappear, since the evening before. It is still illuminated and shines, but less powerfully than before. The young lady notices then that her skin is very cold, even frozen... While she does not feel any freshness, on the contrary she is hot. Then, as soon as something or someone touches her skin, poof! This one is totally frozen on the spot from head to toe, like an ice cube.
Like a real block of ice in the middle of the pack ice: at the North Pole... She has just experienced it right now, when she wanted to take her hairbrush. As soon as she touched it, it was instantly enveloped in an immeasurable layer of gel... Yesterday, this happened too, when she wanted to take a pan to prepare food. But this time, the force of expansion and the thickness of her ice are: in total recrudescence, without apparent reason...
She freezes everything she touches without wanting it and without being able to control it! She doesn't believe her eyes! How did she get there? She clearly doesn't find an answer to this question... But she has to look for a solution and quickly, before she transforms her whole house into a giant ice floe! The young girl does not understand at all what is happening to her and it frightens her so much, that she bursts into tears immediately afterwards... She is very anxious, so much so that her stress level amplifies her uneasiness, and, at the same time, her power...
She is freezing her whole apartment! Her icy breath is starting to gain momentum all at once, ppppppssssssscccccchhhhhhhh!!! She needs to pull herself together and do something right now! It is from her and her emotions that depends the expansion of her destructive force, she has just understood it at the very moment. She thus decides, to take again and to relax a good blow, to evacuate all this palpable tension in her nerves. She takes her courage in two hands and inhales, exhales, inhales, exhales, inhales and exhales again and always, while closing the eyes and she concentrates, by the same occasion.
The girl insists on each breath which submerges her then, while releasing the pressure at the same time. Fifteen minutes later, the cold on her and in her close environment has totally disappeared. Gone is the ice. She realized this, as soon as she opened her eyelids. The young woman managed to master her gift without meaning to and make all that ice dissipate, in one fell swoop. Just for the moment anyway, she thought to herself. The girl doesn't look like it, but she has an uncontrollable and very powerful power at her disposal.
It is also very dangerous, she must be careful not to misuse it, especially unintentionally. The relief and the relaxation, make now place to the rest, from now on, she can blow a little... After seven hours, the sun starts to be high in the sky. Nevertheless, from the moment when it appears at dawn, the skin of the young lady stops shining and her light is killed... She doesn't have then any more the possibility of making manifest her ice in the vicinity, again. This reassures her deeply... But for how long?! Because a bigger problem arises there too, how to hide her gel as well as her milky way skin, to the outside world ? And more particularly, to her work ?!
Since she has to start again the next morning, how can her colleagues react when they see her so bright and cold at the same time, when she will arrive ?! Impossible! This must never happen even if it has stopped for the moment. However, until when?! She worries about it more than about losing her job if she doesn't go for several days in a row... The woman has to solve this difficulty and faster than expected, her life and future depend on it! Nothing is more important in the world for her than to lead a normal life!
And that, even if her physical state is strongly afflicted, the girl does not want that her life is compromised for such a thing. Nothing must be affected, otherwise she will be considered as a monster or a laboratory rat. She feels it in her heart, everything is changing and she can't do anything about it... It is inevitable... However, she has the ability to control what she is able to control. That is, her environment and the way she approaches it.
She can change that in her own way. She then cogitates for more than an hour and a half on her situation, without finding a concrete answer. The young woman thus decides to go out to walk, to change the ideas, while waiting to have one which comes to her mind.
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