Today was the day, the day I escape from this purgatory, I carefully and silently took off my inhibitor rings on my wrist. I glanced around, ensuring that no one had noticed my actions. I still felt the pain in my back from the branding they gave me a few days ago. The day they killed my best friend, the very one who was like a sister to me.
Images of my friend, her laughter and her kindness, mingled with the agony of her loss. I was then hit in the back by a baton, "Get back to work you animal." The sharp impact of the baton against my back knocked the breath from my lungs, and I stumbled forward, pain shooting through me. I clenched my teeth to stifle any cries, refusing to show weakness in front of my oppressors.
I turned around to face him, it was a middle age guy with a smirk on his face.
With a voice steadied by defiance, I spoke, my words laced with a quiet intensity, "I'm not an animal. I'm a person, and I won't be treated as anything less."
The man's smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by a flicker of surprise at my boldness. But it was quickly replaced by a sneer of contempt as he raised his baton once more, ready to strike me down for daring to challenge his authority.
Right as he was about to swing down, I kicked the inside of his knee. The man's grip on the baton loosened as his leg buckled beneath him, sending him crashing to the ground with a grunt of pain. I didn't hesitate. Seizing the opportunity, I lunged forward, snatching the baton from his grasp before he could recover.
As more guards rushed over, I knew I had one shot at this, or I'd be caught and subjected to even harsher punishment. Adrenaline surged through my veins, heightening my senses and sharpening my focus. I gripped the baton tightly, my heart pounding in my chest as I assessed the situation.
With swift and calculated movements, I swung the baton in a wide arc, creating a barrier between myself and the advancing guards. Their eyes widened in surprise at my sudden defiance, giving me a momentary advantage.
I used this moment to activate my semblance, and quickly take them down. The air crackled with lightning that sounded me, as I took a breath of air my ears was cut off with the gate opening up, as more guards filled in, this time with guns, and laser sight pointed at me.
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(Imagine it James)
"You have one chance, drop the weapon, and get on the ground," the lead guard barked, his voice cold and authoritative.
With a defiant glare, I tightened my grip on the baton, my resolve hardening with each passing moment. "I won't go down without a fight," I declared, my voice ringing out with quiet determination.
The guards tensed, their fingers tightening around their weapons as they prepared to unleash a barrage of gunfire. But I refused to cower before them, standing tall and unyielding in the face of their threats.
With a burst of speed, I darted forward, dodging the hail of bullets as I closed the distance between us. The crackling energy of my semblance surrounded me, empowering me with strength and agility beyond my wildest dreams.
