Sabrina approaches the unconscious body of Zoe, oblivious to the smoke and flame and sparking wires. Others in the crowd cry out, but nobody steps forward to help her. All they do is watch, and pass judgement.
The Vigilante watches.
Sabrina steps on a shard of glass and mirror, the edge of it cutting cleanly through her flesh. She stumbles, but doesn’t notice. Her focus is on Zoe.
The Vigilante watches.
Sabrina stares at Zoe, her eyes full of wonder. Zoe is reflected in Sabrina’s eyes.
Zoe moves.
Sabrina stares.
Zoe is powerful, elegant, graceful. Feminine and beautiful and terrible and deadly.
Sabrina covets that existence.
Something inside of her reaches out.
Power surges through her.
Sabrina passes out, overwhelmed.
Zoe picks her up.
The Vigilante watches.
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