{Power Shot} Nightshade's Training
Just around 1300 words. For the sake of your eyes and sanity, I chose a darker color than magenta for the actual post. Note that the events that take place here occur directly following the story in her biography, so you should probably read that (though...I'd assume as the teacher, you'd read that anyway.)
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Now outside, Atropos Belladonna found herself running. Behind her were several policemen, all with guns extended, shouting at her to stop. She glanced behind her, and then pushed them over with a wave of psychokinesis as she turned down a dark alley. She just couldn't seem lose them though, and they just kept coming. They were determined to catch her, by any means. One of them was shouting into his radio, calling for backup, and backup could be seen coming, in the form of flashing red and blue lights and wailing sirens.
"We can't let her get away! She's dangerous! She killed five people tonight!" one of the cops shouted, trying to motivate the rest of his squad. Atropos would have just stopped running and killed all of them by now, if it wasn't for the fact that they were carrying guns. As it was, Atropos wasn't quite sure she could stop bullets, and didn't wish to die trying. Thus she had to keep running, avoiding them and turning corners as much as possible.
"Patient 613, we command that you freeze and stop running!" a cop shouted behind her. The police hadn't had time to get her actual name from the hospital, apparently. He fired a couple warning shots into the air with his pistol. Atropos looked behind her briefly, and saw at least five police chasing after her. Making a quick decision, she ran into the busy street, avoiding cars, even some police cruisers, as best as she could. She made it across unscathed, and on the other side of the street she ran as fast as she could up to the side of a building, and then jumped up fifteen feet with a burst of psychokinesis. She threw out tentacles of black matter and latched onto the nearest window, which shattered from some invisible force.
She climbed through the open window, and pulled herself into a darkened room. Feeling all along the walls, she soon found a light switch, which she used to turn on the lights. The room she was standing in was revealed to be an empty hotel room, a relatively cheap looking one. Atropos noticed a television sitting on an entertainment center nearby, and turned it on with her mind. It was currently tuned to a news channel, which was covering her breaking news story right now.
"The fugitive is apparently a patient at the nearby psychiatric hospital, number 613 as the police have told us, and has escaped. We're not sure on the details, in fact, they haven't even told us her name yet, but apparently she's armed and dangerous, and supposedly insane," a middle-aged male reporter was saying. In the background a mental institution could be seen, along with several police cars and an ambulance, all with their lights ablaze. "What we do know is that she was hospitalized here due to killing both of her parents in a fit of insanity two years ago, and the police are also telling us that she killed five people at the hospital, although they've not yet told us how she managed to get a weapon in the first place.
"So far, we don't have any pictures to show, but the police assure us that they'll have one ready in the next twenty minutes, if they don't catch her by then. She is described as having black hair with a streak of purple, and wearing a white, uh, bloodstained jumpsuit with the number "613" written on the front. If you see this person, please call 911 immediately and do not approach her. We remind you, she is armed, dangerous, and apparently insane. We're told she will not hesitate to kill anyone who gets in her way."
Atropos turned off the television; or rather, destroyed it with a spear of black matter. She looked down and noticed that she was indeed still wearing the hospital's white jumpsuit, with conspicuous bloodstains all over it. Looking back up, she shattered the hotel room door (which would have probably opened from this side anyway) and then destroyed the door directly across the hall. The other room happened to be occupied; in fact, quite unfortunately, by someone who was watching the news. The woman screamed when she saw the person she'd just seen described on the television, and promptly locked herself in the bathroom.
Atropos quickly found and stole some simple clothes, a pair of black denim jeans and a dark purple shirt, and changed into them. Hearing a commotion outside, she assumed the police must finally be coming, and so she left through the window, softening her fall with telekinesis. Once again, she found herself running, running, running...
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So she ran, for three whole days, finding dark hiding places to sleep at night, and stealing food when she was hungry. By now she'd also stolen some more clothing, particularly a pair of boots, a hooded black and indigo sweatshirt, and a black knit cap with a thin indigo stripe. She liked to think she had a bit of style, and she liked to incorporate her favorite colors into all her clothes.
Today was just a normal day; a cold, wet, and rainy typical winter day. She kept moving in relatively the same direction, south, trying to distance herself from the psychiatric jail she'd spent two years of her life. By now the entire state was looking for her, but she was hoping her change in clothing would throw them off her trail. Either way, she figured that it would probably be best for her to get out of state, or even out of country (although, thinking it through in retrospect, she realized that if she'd wanted to go out of country she should have gone north into Canada, but it was too late for her to backtrack now.)
Atropos was walking down the sidewalk in the rain, her hood the only covering she wore. As she listened to the sound of the rain, everything else seemed to fade away, into a gray obscurity. Even the voices in her head stopped talking. She almost felt as if reality itself might fade out and leave her in a void of gray oblivion. When she came back from her trance, she found herself standing in front of a door. It wasn't an impressive looking door, and the building it was attached to wasn't very impressive either. Something nagged at her though, and told her to open it. She looked around, then reached for the door handle and turned it. The door easily opened, having no locks to hinder it.
Beyond the doorway was just darkness, and Atropos hesitated a bit. Anything could be hiding in there. She almost turned away, but a very clear voice told her not too. Go inside. There will you find help. Perhaps it was the voice of fate herself speaking. Finally, she decided to step into the door, and fell into sheer darkness.
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When she awoke, she was laying down in a sunny field, and her clothes were dry. She stood up and brushed the grass of her new clothes. Behind her was the door she'd just entered by, though it was now unattached to any structure and just freely standing in the grass. However, it was the sight in front of her that amazed her. In this otherwise empty plain was built a colossal dome shaped building, possibly some sort of arena or something. She felt drawn to it, and approached its large ornate door...