SinisterSpiders
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Keen milky eyes surveyed the still night with a sense of grim satisfaction. The sounds of the city collided, creating a glittering, pulsing view of a metropolis at rest. It had been a quiet week. An oddly quiet week. It was a rare treat for the leather clad hero, crouching on her haunches on the edge of the tallest building in the city. For the first time in months her bruises and wounds had a chance to heal, her spirit finally taking a shaking breath after a severe, consistent set of beatings.
Nemesis stood then, her leather clad body straightening and going taut as she prepared to run. The world around her passed in a blur of beating lights and static hums, her surroundings lighting up like stars in the night. When she reached the edge of the building her body soared, arms outstretched in the darkness for a fleeting, freeing moment before she tucked them in and tumbled onto the building below, using the momentum to propel her onwards and downwards.
Her duty for the night was over, but she knew it was only a matter of time before her city needed her once more, and she would be ready for it.
~*~
Emily Young gritted her teeth as she pushed gently on the handle of her service dog's harness. She brought her left hand over to her right so she could finger the watch there, swearing under her breath as she felt the balls that told her the time.
"Come on Nyx, we have to get moving or I'll be late- again!" Emily urged. She felt Nyx's harness tug in response and she smiled affectionately. She reached back, tugging her low slung back pack higher as they raced through the university campus.
Emily didn't like being late. She never was for the things that really mattered. But for everything else (Statistics 203 included), it seemed as being on time was a universal impossibility. Her only saviour from a severe tongue lashing off her professors was Nyx, and the dark black glasses she wore to cover her conventionally sightless eyes. She had found that people were usually willing to overlook a number of things when they realised she was legally blind. A smile tugged at the corner of Emily's lips at the thought, overlook, the pun filled her with amusement and she shook her head at her own ridiculous sense of humour.
Then she heard it- an uttered curse under bated breath. A slosh of sound and the sparkling light of trajectory was all the warning she had to step aside, dodging the burning hot coffee as it tipped from its cup. Thankfully she was spared the scalding, but her quick sidestep saw her bumping into the person next to her. Someone taller than her and solid, yet unbalanced in that moment. The sound of books scattering across the paved pathway clamored through her head a second before a waterfall of apologies filled air around her, thickening it like awkward fog.
"So sorry!" Emily spluttered to the person she had knocked into. Nyx turned her head, giving the coffee-spiller an annoyed yap and what would have been a very annoyed glare.
Nemesis stood then, her leather clad body straightening and going taut as she prepared to run. The world around her passed in a blur of beating lights and static hums, her surroundings lighting up like stars in the night. When she reached the edge of the building her body soared, arms outstretched in the darkness for a fleeting, freeing moment before she tucked them in and tumbled onto the building below, using the momentum to propel her onwards and downwards.
Her duty for the night was over, but she knew it was only a matter of time before her city needed her once more, and she would be ready for it.
~*~
Emily Young gritted her teeth as she pushed gently on the handle of her service dog's harness. She brought her left hand over to her right so she could finger the watch there, swearing under her breath as she felt the balls that told her the time.
"Come on Nyx, we have to get moving or I'll be late- again!" Emily urged. She felt Nyx's harness tug in response and she smiled affectionately. She reached back, tugging her low slung back pack higher as they raced through the university campus.
Emily didn't like being late. She never was for the things that really mattered. But for everything else (Statistics 203 included), it seemed as being on time was a universal impossibility. Her only saviour from a severe tongue lashing off her professors was Nyx, and the dark black glasses she wore to cover her conventionally sightless eyes. She had found that people were usually willing to overlook a number of things when they realised she was legally blind. A smile tugged at the corner of Emily's lips at the thought, overlook, the pun filled her with amusement and she shook her head at her own ridiculous sense of humour.
Then she heard it- an uttered curse under bated breath. A slosh of sound and the sparkling light of trajectory was all the warning she had to step aside, dodging the burning hot coffee as it tipped from its cup. Thankfully she was spared the scalding, but her quick sidestep saw her bumping into the person next to her. Someone taller than her and solid, yet unbalanced in that moment. The sound of books scattering across the paved pathway clamored through her head a second before a waterfall of apologies filled air around her, thickening it like awkward fog.
"So sorry!" Emily spluttered to the person she had knocked into. Nyx turned her head, giving the coffee-spiller an annoyed yap and what would have been a very annoyed glare.
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