Do you know how a caterpillar turns into a butterfly? It decays. It turns to mush inside it's cocoon, and rots, rots, rots, until it gets tired of the transitional bullshit and simply says "f**k it. Today is the day I break out of this cocoon." It is not a process of simple seclusion as the body morphs into something greater. It is far more gruesome. It is fatal. It is destructive. And it is necessary... compulsory even; being stopped only by the swoosh and smooch of death.
I, Harleah, had been the caterpillar, and then I became Harley; the cocoon, awaiting and bidding the perfect time to burst forth from my cocoon with wings of glory. Everything would be easy peasy. Everything would fall into place, exactly as I had planned it.
I was dead wrong.
The thing with betrayals is that the sho
