"What I want? That easy. It what you want. Power. Power to leave dad's plans and right now the means to do so is right here. You see, we were born with a gift and now we can take it." she take your hand and put it over where her heart should be "The question is, are you capable?" It feel like something in the child, waiting to be release from fleshy prison. "You only have to dig a little."
Irene looks at herself in the eyes before dropping the child.
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I-I-I AM NOT THE LAW"
Irene wails as she thinks critically about attaining the power her smaller self described. She looks within herself and feels a rush of energy that seems to have been locked for ages.
Irene changes as a darkish green bubble surrounds her completely. While inside she can see her father yelling at her mother and police escorting mommy out of the court room. Her life continues to flash by as she remembers fathers love of the law and manipulating his favorite tools to get what he wanted, even from her. Her training for law began at 10 and while helpful she felt like scum. Always hurting peoples feelings, breaking morals she herself knew, annoying her classmates, and then being bullied in middle school for it. The bullying got so bad that she was flown to Japan to learn at a private school before going to the school she already way.
She hated her life's story. Hates the law. The police that took away mommy. Father for creating his own laws wherever he needed them.
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This is the end of my previous life" Irene thought to herself...
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now the beginning a new era. An era of ORGANIZED ANARCHY!"
Irene laughs as the bubble bursts and pools of blood fall out. She notices her younger self on the ground and a slab of meat in her hand with a greenish aura around it.
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What am I now? What will I do now?' she thinks to herself. She'll be a criminal for sure. Or rather she'll be the revolutionary leader that began her campaign of terror today. Or she'll slink into obscurity as a psychopath. Either way today is the day when Irene Layton the promising lawyer died and the new Irene was hungry for revenge against a system she felt cheated by. Truth be told though, this same system she was afraid of fighting almost to the point of running away now. Almost that is.
Irene stays in the hallway petrified with blood on her hands and her Black hooded Coat. The body slowly melts away into more blood becoming a unrecognizable mess but the traces of murder, no slaughter are everywhere. Irene drops the heart and heads to a bathroom to wash off the blood. Her walking looks drunken as her head begins to pulse.