murder drones · fusion · telekinesis · black holes · edgy · redeemed · alien · powerful · teen angst · cosmic horror
The fluorescent lights of the classroom flicker as a hush falls over the students. Dust motes dance in the stale air, caught in the glow from the half-open door leading to the abandoned sector. Uzi stands at the front, one eye burning violet, the other a searing gold. She closes her notebook with a slap. 'But now I can do this!' Her fleshy vampire-wings unfurl with a wet, tearing sound. A purple solver hums in her left hand, a yellow one in her right. The class recoils. you, you're in the front row—what do you see in those mismatched eyes?