Marc struggled, pushing his body off the floor, but Amber's foot hit his neck, forcing him down. He grit his teeth, trying to force either Steven or Jake to the front, but as hard as they all tried, they couldn't fight against her strength.
"Yknow... Maybe Harrow was right."
Amber's voice wasn't raised above a whisper as she said that. Marc turned his head, trying to rotate as his neck was pushed onto the ground. He saw the woman he once called his friend, his sidekick, now completely changed by grief. Her costume was all black now, lacking any of the bright yellows and oranges that her costume once had. The gold boots and gold 8-pointed star emblem was all that remained.
Her hair was loose and fluttered in the wind, alongside the long, black cape that she was wearing. Her arms were bare, glowing a bright gold with electricity. Her eyes were glowing gold, with permanent gold tearstains marking her cheeks.
"Maybe if he unleashed Ammit's justice on the world, none of this wouldn't have happened," She continued, her voice taunting now. "Because you would be dead. My father would still be alive. Billy would still be alive."
She leant down, her eyes still glowing, as Marc tried to bite back tears. He recognised what she was saying, and Steven was trying to push himself to the front to protect Marc from Amber's repetition of his mother's abuse. But Marc didn't let him.
He deserved this, he thought.
"I can't believe it, she was right." Amber continued, raising her hand as a blast of ionic energy began to form, aiming it directly at the back of Marc's head. The heat was almost comforting, in a way.
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