Her knuckles are bloody and it’s only spreading, tinging blue a deep, dark purple. The splatter is even on her face, adding to the red hot flush of anger on her skin, and she couldn’t care less. She kept punching, a growl in her chest each time she had to catch her breath.
imakemyfate-a reblogged this from thefutureofwarfare-archive and added: For a second she stopped, fist in mid-air and ready for another punch. Laura took a deep, heavy breath; half to steady...
thefutureofwarfare-archive reblogged this from imakemyfate-a and added: Jesus. A normal person would’ve called the police, a superhero, something. Zeke, instead, watches the violence like he’s...
