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Twenty three hours...
She spent twenty three hours in a small, isolated cell in SHIELD custody. At first, it felt like those four walls were closing in on her. But it was not the four walls, it was herself.
How many people did she drive away? How much chaos did she bring? All for what? Friendship? So that if she died, she would be mourned? It was all pathetic, and she had to own it. All of it.
No one caused her to end up here, but herself. She did this, she created the chaos, she created a stupid false persona to try and "fit in", and now she destroyed everything around her. All that was left was to try and pick up what little pieces she could and move on.
No longer did she speak nervously or come off as timid as when she first arrived. And no longer would she allow other inmates to "punish" her for her actions. She has been punished enough. Now it was time to defend herself. No one was ever going to lay a hand on her, again.
Twenty three hours would be spent reading or exercising in her cell when she was awake. It kept her from going insane like some of the other inmates, and allowed her to get some strength back. Granted, she could still fight without her powers and quite well. But she needed an edge, and becoming more muscular and stronger helped with that.
Soon enough, twenty three hours was up, and her cell door opened. One hour with the general population now started. One hour that she had to fight to survive, and show she was not going to just it anymore. Wiping the back of her hand over the scar on her face, Alisa walked out of her cell, more confident than when she first walked in.
She spent twenty three hours in a small, isolated cell in SHIELD custody. At first, it felt like those four walls were closing in on her. But it was not the four walls, it was herself.
How many people did she drive away? How much chaos did she bring? All for what? Friendship? So that if she died, she would be mourned? It was all pathetic, and she had to own it. All of it.
No one caused her to end up here, but herself. She did this, she created the chaos, she created a stupid false persona to try and "fit in", and now she destroyed everything around her. All that was left was to try and pick up what little pieces she could and move on.
No longer did she speak nervously or come off as timid as when she first arrived. And no longer would she allow other inmates to "punish" her for her actions. She has been punished enough. Now it was time to defend herself. No one was ever going to lay a hand on her, again.
Twenty three hours would be spent reading or exercising in her cell when she was awake. It kept her from going insane like some of the other inmates, and allowed her to get some strength back. Granted, she could still fight without her powers and quite well. But she needed an edge, and becoming more muscular and stronger helped with that.
Soon enough, twenty three hours was up, and her cell door opened. One hour with the general population now started. One hour that she had to fight to survive, and show she was not going to just it anymore. Wiping the back of her hand over the scar on her face, Alisa walked out of her cell, more confident than when she first walked in.
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