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[ellectrical]

Wandering outside is about the last thing Elle wants to do right now. But as she can't find X for the moment, and the choice was rapidly becoming step outside or set something or someone on fire, she made her way through the back door and out into the fog.

Elle doesn't look at the forest, or at the building out by the lake. Mostly, she just looks at her feet – she's still in jeans and a black tank top, no shoes. Basically, she's freezing. But the bright arcs of electricity that crackle and flash from her skin, through the fog and up toward the sky, remind her that she'd rather be freezing than on fire.

If those are the only choices, anyway.

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[ellectrical]

Elle's movements are quiet, but the light and crackling sparks do more than cancel that out.








But still, when she speaks, her voice is soft.

"Come on."

[hadyougoing]

Ava bursts through the trees. Her face is pale, expression panicked, and she seems to be bleeding from a scratch across her cheek.

She stares, wild-eyed.

"... Elle?"

[ellectrical]

Elle doesn't hold out her hand. No one would want to take it right now. The light's growing so bright that she has to dig her heels into the ground to keep from shaking, and she's getting more and more nervous that one of these trees is going to catch on fire and actually stay that way.

But her voice remains nothing more than a loud whisper when she repeats, "Just come on."

[hadyougoing]

Ava sees her lips move, but isn't entirely sure what she's saying.

Whatever. There's no time.

"Elle! By the lake, there's--"

She staggers another step closer, blinking and squinting against the light.

She's so pretty.

"It's--"



At this point, something cold and utterly silent jabs out in one quick, brutal blow, and catches Elle at the back of the head.

[ellectrical]

Streaks of blue-white lightning flash up through the trees, from her hands, and her shoulders, and her head.









And then the light goes out entirely.

[hadyougoing]

In the dark, Ava's breathing sounds very loud to her.

She wipes a hysterical tear from her eye.


"You're lucky," she tells Elle after a moment.

"It's hard to get these guys to go without claws."


The thing standing over Elle seems to coalesce in the darkness, gain more substance. Ava surveys them both as best she can.

(Not that she needs light to perceive the demon.)


"Help me move her," she says to it.

"We'll be late."