Gloves was on her hands on knees.
Back in her cell again, alone.
Always alone.
She slammed her head against the wall.
Trying anything, everything.
Nothing would let her die.
She was weak.
Pathetic.
Useless.
The electricity inside her was like a parasite.
A parasite that would not allow its host to die.
But slowly, it drained her.
Of her family.
Her friends.
Acquaintances.
Her soul.
She was so tired now.
So exhausted.
It's okay to take a break now, right?
After all...
Everyone in the jail was
Dead.
~
The tower was impressive.
Gloves smiled as she walked off the airship.
It was tall.
So tall.
The fall would surely kill her.
So she ran, towards the edge.
And she leaped off, with no regrets.
Her face shined - she was smiling, grinning.
But when the electrical force bounced her back.
Her happiness had faded away.
So she took a step back.
And then another.
Until she bumped into another.
And fell.