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The last time Lilith fainted she was fourteen years old and had just drank half a bottle of straight vodka. She had woken up to find a young, heavily muscled Brick standing over her. That was also the last time she drank vodka.
This time is entirely different.
For a start, Brick and Roland...Mordecai, they were long gone. She hadn't seen them in just over ten years. Second of all, this headache? Way too bad for a hangover.
When she opens her eyes they are glued together painfully and all she can see is white light. Someone, two someones are muttering in the corner and she keeps catching words like 'impossible' and 'hear us'. She pulls at her arms and finds that they are free. The restraints that held her down have dissolved, there are pieces of them on her pants; just ashes now.
"Huh."
Everything is clearing up. The two scientists have turned to look at her.
"How are you feeling...?"
She can hear the pause in his voice and knows that something is different. Lilith looks down at her body. There are markings...like blue ink, traveling their way down the left side of her body; over her breast, her arms...even her stomach from what she can see.
"I feel...good, Doc." Her eyes narrow.
Both the men have their hands behind their backs. They are watching her warily. Lilith sits up slowly, no point in alarming them. In fact, she attempts to disarm them with a grin. Something inside her has changed. She can feel it bubbling up from the pit of her stomach.
One of the scientists is nervous and she can hear his stun gun crackle.
"I feel strong." She clenches her fists and swings for him, the one on the left, the bigger of the two. Nothing quite like the feeling of your punch connect to the hardness of a jaw bone, forcing the face into a bigger opponent, a desk; she hears the crack of his head on the table and whirls around to face the second attacker.
She doesn't stand a chance. She has no guns. She isn't strong enough. Speed and cunning have always served her before this. She is being backed into a corner. Her breath is coming in cold, rough rasps, her chest feels too tight.
"Don't be afraid, Lilith. Just co-operate and it'll all be fine. You want more money, we can give you more." His voice is soothing and a complete lie.
The bolt of his taser is static blue. Her throat is dry and she tastes bile. Something rises in her stomach. Lilith screams and power explodes out of her, power she didn't know she had. The scientist who hit his head earlier is stumbling around, unable to see her. His friend's face has melted off. Better him than her. She runs, but the stumbling scientist gets in her way, walking right towards her. There's no impact, Lilith passes right through him and the wall in front of him. There are blue supernovas to her right and left, like the sight of stars imploding on themselves. She feels like she is somewhere else, someone else; she is the most powerful person who ever existed.
When the stars subside she finds her heart is beating fast enough to hear it. A drumbeat of panic. The room she's in is entirely different with an armored door. There's a computer in the room. Lilith's no fool. She spends the fastest five minutes of her life printing everything on a data-disk which she stuffs down her bra. There is a tingling feeling in her fingers and she knows she is ready to run. She's going to get off this God-Forsaken planet and never come back and if anyone asks? She's never even been to Prometheus. 'Oh wow, Atlas found alien technology, that's something.' Sometimes it's less stupid to play dumb.
She kills a soldier on her way out, activating her ability when he sneaks up on her. She doesn't know if she'll ever forget the way those blue eyes stared at her face as they died or the way his team-mate yelled after her. She sprints, covering a huge distance in a matter of a minute, much faster than it's humanly possible to run. She doesn't stop until -whatever it is she has - her power goes on the fritz. She tries to make it work again, but it won't, not right away and her head is spinning dangerously.
The soldier guarding the transport vehicle reminds of her Roland and her heart skips a beat. She hits him on the back of his head with the gun she grabbed from the blue-eyed soldier and leaves his unconscious body just where it is.
Tomorrow she'll be two planets away from Prometheus purchasing a new arsenal with the money she'd been wired, still trying to forget those blue-eyes.