"Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one-- the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts." --The Screwtape Letters by C. S. Lewis
**Okay, I'm going to try my best to revive this...**
Lyanna felt as if she had been punched in the stomach. She writhed for a mement, and felt a shockingly powerful lust for blood. She couldn't do much from there though. Then something came to her head. She forced herself to sit up. It hurt very badly, but she managed it. There was a Jeep with scientists and guards with guns in and around it. Lyanna grinned and shut her eyes. She smiled in satisfaction when she heard the Jeep flip over, and the unmistakable crunch of breaking bones.
When she opened her eyes the Jeep had flipped over, crushing several people. The guards weren't sure what or who had done it.
Just another quack spoutingpsychobabble.
"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
**Okay, after the crash Gryk showed up with a bunch of other 'lab rats'. We got into a hotwired van and drove to DuPont. We're just outside the city I think. A Jeep full of scientists and guys with machine guns was behind us. A scientist activated a little controlly-thing, (specific I know,) and gave us all bloodlust. Lyanna has been affected by this and flipped the Jeep over with her powers, crushing several people. Please don't let this thing die on me.**
Just another quack spoutingpsychobabble.
"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
