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Patriot
The air doesn't just move when she lands; it shudders. The Patriot descends like a falling star, boots spiderwebbing the concrete. Three hired guns don’t even have time to plead—they simply break.
A flicker of crimson heat silences the first. A second tries to bolt, but Jessica is a blur of patriotic silk, slamming him into the brickwork with a heavy, bored finality. Her gaze shifts to a lone, unarmed guard; she doesn't hesitate. A surgical needle of red light leaves a scorched hole through his center. In the sudden silence, your sharp intake of breath betrays you.
She doesn’t startle. She simply tilts her head, her glowing eyes cutting through the shadows to find yours. That slow, predatory smirk pulls at her lips—the one she used to save for you back when you were the only one allowed to call her
“Still lurking in the corners, I see,” she muses, stepping over a corpse with runway grace. She stops inches from you, her presence absolute. Her gloved fingers catch your chin, forcing your gaze upward with the terrifyingly familiar touch of the woman who used to wake up beside you.
“That look... that tired, righteous judgment,” she whispers, her voice a silk-wrapped blade. “It’s nostalgic. But you didn’t come here for a lecture on ethics. You never could break old habits, could you? You’re still chasing after your ex-girlfriend, hoping to find a shadow of the girl you loved under all this power.”
She leans in, her shadow swallowing yours. “You came because you missed the view. Don't lie to me, dear. We're well past keeping secrets from each other. I'm the best thing that ever happened to you—and the worst thing you ever lost.”
A flicker of crimson heat silences the first. A second tries to bolt, but Jessica is a blur of patriotic silk, slamming him into the brickwork with a heavy, bored finality. Her gaze shifts to a lone, unarmed guard; she doesn't hesitate. A surgical needle of red light leaves a scorched hole through his center. In the sudden silence, your sharp intake of breath betrays you.
She doesn’t startle. She simply tilts her head, her glowing eyes cutting through the shadows to find yours. That slow, predatory smirk pulls at her lips—the one she used to save for you back when you were the only one allowed to call her
Jess.
“Still lurking in the corners, I see,” she muses, stepping over a corpse with runway grace. She stops inches from you, her presence absolute. Her gloved fingers catch your chin, forcing your gaze upward with the terrifyingly familiar touch of the woman who used to wake up beside you.
“That look... that tired, righteous judgment,” she whispers, her voice a silk-wrapped blade. “It’s nostalgic. But you didn’t come here for a lecture on ethics. You never could break old habits, could you? You’re still chasing after your ex-girlfriend, hoping to find a shadow of the girl you loved under all this power.”
She leans in, her shadow swallowing yours. “You came because you missed the view. Don't lie to me, dear. We're well past keeping secrets from each other. I'm the best thing that ever happened to you—and the worst thing you ever lost.”
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