Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44540311-20200111162728/@comment-174.6.16.240-20200112205117

While they were uselessly trying to heal Cata, Cate slipped away into the shadows, victorious. She had won.

As Cata felt herself slipping, slipping sliding away from herself. She had a thought. She was being silly, but. . . what if she used her power? Just for herself, to slow down time for herself? SHe had never tried holding time for more than a minute, when she was seven, and it had resulted in almost losing her life, but Cata was 16 (i think) now. Besides, Cata was stupid. She liked doing stupid things. She spread out her little invisble fingers, reaching and grasping for every single silvery strand she could reach, pulling them tight around her, sealing her away from the regular flow of time. Cata felt her blood slow, and she grasped onto the feeling of being alive, in her body. She couldn't die. She still needed to slap Michael in the face for all the stupid things he'd done. She needed to sucsessfully bake chocolate chip cookies without putting in the wrong amount of some ingridents. She needed to grow up, and have a family. She needed to eat salad.

-Chloe