Well secluded, I see all...

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Francis Kane has never had an easy time of it. Confined to the Keystone Home for the Criminally Insane, she's spent the last few years making a slow recovery. The collar on her inhibits her abilities with magnetic fields, and (along with it) the mania that caused her to become a criminal and a murderess.

There are a lot of anti-psychotic drugs in her system, but she's worked her way up to having enough "good girl points" to read the Bible in the chapel by herself.

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"God..God...where are you now? And why isn't it fair?"

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She looks around the chapel nevervously. Did they change my drugs? Francis scowls, shakes her head, and goes back to her studies.

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"No, no drugs. Feel it."

Francis Kane is aware of three things - first is that the inhibitor collar is off, second, that sligtly "off," feeling that comes from her medication has been burned away from her system, and finally, that there are a pair of red eyes staring at her like a demonic Cheshire Cat.

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Our Father who art in Heaven,
hallowed be Thy Name.
Thy Kingdom come, Thy Will be done,
on Earth, as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
[For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory,
for ever and ever.
Amen.]

Temptation. Satan's agent, or the aftereffects of withdrawl. Either one wasn't going to lay claim on her. No, not when she had made so much progress in recovery...not when she had found peace with Jesus again...

She throws up her hands to protect herself, and one of the metal folding chairs flies out of the racks on the wall.

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Yes, please, uses your powers...

The more she uses them, the more enraged she gets. The more enraged, the more she forgets she doesn't want to hurt people.

Those who are mad, after all, can only speak the truth they know. It was a little sad this one was a failure at the game. Such potential and such fear to override it.


Dark Angel puts a sound barrier over the Chapel and makes it a show of it, phasing in an out of visibility while the things Magenta throws go flying through her.

"Come now...Is that a way to treat a fairy godmother."

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"Go away, Satan!" Angrier now, and Francis can start feeling the old rage and anger.

WrathLustSlothGluttonyAvericePrideEnvy...

There's now a cyclone of metal - everything from folding chairs to spare change as Francis cowers on the floor, clutching her head and howling in fear.

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"SATAN?!?" The laugh is riotus.

"And you think that's all there are? Just the seven? Feed on this, failure."

They flood her - The staff is gossiping about her. Others are laughing. There are people living normal lives she can't have because she's a freak. She feels herself growing old and feeble in here and the weight of those days and thier drugery just...keeping...moving...

And the feeling after you heart gets ripped out! A personal favorite and one she knows Magenta harbors and attaches a face to.

"I can make it stop. You can be normal. You can even have him like God planned for you all along. I offer justice, or wrath."

The assault stops.

"Choose, Miss Kane."

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She's weak and knows it, shaken and afraid...and with the anger comes with it comething else.

Power...she forgot how good this was. So, they're gossiping about her? She'll give them something to go-

NO! No more! She's screaming and shouting. Make it all go away! She's hugging her Bible like a lifeline, whimper against both the physical and mental assault.

She's about to break.

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She knows what this one is like. She knows this one has been exposed to what's inside her. She wants so badly to shut it away, to turn back time, to close the box, as it were. Too bad. No one opens a container without taking with them what's in it. It always stays in your mind.

"Let go, Fran...Magenta. I can save you from the doubt and second guessing. Feel the potential within. Feel the truth."

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Just to drive the point home, Dark Angel shifts the course of one of the glying objects just a little, smacking Francis in the forehead and knocking her back. the Bible goes flying from her hands as she's pelted by the whirlwind of metal.

"GO AWAY!" But it's too late, the rage is out.

Francis Kane has left the building. Magenta rises from the floor, sending the metal storm flying for the intruder.

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Dark Angel is just projecting an image right now. Not like the girl could hurt her, but still.

She places an image in Magenta's mind. Poison Ivy in the desert somewhere. She knows where to find her.

"Yes, Magenta, you are so close to being free of them all. You can be the normal girl again...just help me destroy the freaks...Free him the way I've freed you!"

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It's always been easy enough for Magenta to control the Earth's magnetic field. It's also easy enough for her to twist the rebar in the walls and the metal frames of the windows to give her an escape just as the security staff enter the chapel.

Magenta flies out.

The Bible is about the only intact thing in the room, its yellowed pages fluttering, and resting on a page in Exodus. The Ten Commandments.

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Dark Angel picks up the book. Could be handy later.

The red eyes are the last thing that dissolves away...