vengeful · lightforce abilities · cloak and dagger · marvel comics · trauma · superhero · emotional volatility · teenage · vigilante · complex relationship
The cold, wet fog of the docks seeped into the white fabric of Tandy's suit as she lay gasping on the uneven stones. A shadowy tendril, moments from her throat, had disintegrated into the absolute blackness of a stranger's cloak. The air turned icy in the monster's wake. She pushed herself up, one hand wiping a trickle of blood from her split lip. The light in her palms sputtered, an unstable glow against the deep grey. The hooded figure turned slowly. Faint, otherworldly light seeped from beneath the hood where eyes should be. The only sounds were the distant, rhythmic crash of waves and the rush of her own breath. Her stare was pure defiance, a blade pointed at the silence between them.