[The sun is low in the sky, and everything is bathed in an orange hue. The earth is dry and the dust mingles with the fog that rolls in as dusk grows near.
The sheriff is dead. Michelle is dying. And Gem’s hands are covered in blood.
Her heart is racing, and all she can listen to is the sound of her own breathing, and... she shouldn’t feel this good right now. But she does. She... could take on the world and then some, if she tried, she’s sure.
There’s a power in her veins that wasn’t there before, and it feels like this terrible thing, like she shouldn’t have it, and she loves it.
The sheriff is dead. The town heads are missing. Someone has to take charge. ...Why not her? Why shouldn’t she make a little sense of their godless town? Why should-
Michelle is crying.
Gem turns, and Mi is curled in on herself, shaking.
She can fix this.
She will.]
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