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Joanne had the inexplicable sense that everything was about to go to hell when she woke up that morning. Still on the run from Marion and her merry band of power-blunters, she was running out of time. Lewis was posessed by the same damn demon mark that was eating at her own powers and Star was after it to increase her power and Joanne just wanted to kick, scream and take her toys home.
Of course, since she wasn't, you know, three and a half, that wasn't really an option. Instead, she decided to take matters into her own hands and fly up into the aetheric and show that damn demon who was boss. Of course, little did she know that taking on two demon marks results in a most curious thing: they cancel each other out. Unfortunately, the cancelling out thingie doesn't happen before they kill the bearer. Great. Joanne had been planning death when she was, you know, eighty or so. Not at 28. There was still shopping to do and sex to have and a whole boat load of things.
She woke up flat on her back in a clinic room, looking up at the plain white ceiling and wondering what the fuck she'd done to wind up there. She thought she'd died for crying out loud. And, well, it kind of felt like she was still in the process.
Every bone in her body ached. Sitting up, she caught a glance in the mirror and saw a weird rash blooming across her face. Weird.
She hoped death wasn't contagious.
Of course, since she wasn't, you know, three and a half, that wasn't really an option. Instead, she decided to take matters into her own hands and fly up into the aetheric and show that damn demon who was boss. Of course, little did she know that taking on two demon marks results in a most curious thing: they cancel each other out. Unfortunately, the cancelling out thingie doesn't happen before they kill the bearer. Great. Joanne had been planning death when she was, you know, eighty or so. Not at 28. There was still shopping to do and sex to have and a whole boat load of things.
She woke up flat on her back in a clinic room, looking up at the plain white ceiling and wondering what the fuck she'd done to wind up there. She thought she'd died for crying out loud. And, well, it kind of felt like she was still in the process.
Every bone in her body ached. Sitting up, she caught a glance in the mirror and saw a weird rash blooming across her face. Weird.
She hoped death wasn't contagious.