You are flying around terrorizing civilians. Uggh, this is getting dull. You charge up a massive hex ball and casually toss it behind you as you fly away, it explodes with the force of at least two nuclear warheads. Z Team HQ, Elana's Room
Dammit! Why cant I remember anything from before I was 13, before the Z Team, before all of this! PRUDENTIAM! All of your past memories cascade into your your head. NO WAY! IT'S NOT POSSIBLE! I AM NOT RELATED TO... THEM! I CANT BE! You make yourself blonde, and change your eyes to blue. You create a mirror. (High pitched scream) Lexi and Leah run in. Leah: Elana, what- You: PRUDENTIAM! Lexi: Anna... Leah: This whole time, the blurry memory of that little girl... my little sister... is you... You curl up in fetal position and rock back and forth. You: Not... related... cant be... Lexi makes cold water appear above you and drops it on you. You: Aggh! You bitch! Lexi: Now is that any way to talk to your big sister hmm, Anna? You: My name is... oh, it is Anna, damn you... Leah: You can just feel the love in this room. You: On the bright side, at least I turned out normal... Lexi/Leah: What is that supposed to mean?
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