Zillah wrinkled her nose as one distasteful thought sprang to mind. It surprised her that the thought even occurred. It was the last thing that would cross her mind. She'd gone through the other thoughts.
“As if I would ask HIM, for help.” She twisted the tap, the water slowed to a trickle. She huddled under the last remaining warm drizzle that remained until it stopped
She swiped the towel hanging over the shower stall and stalked out. Dripping water on the concrete floor becoming background noise. She wrapped herself in the warm towel, tucking the end in. It took twice as long without the use of her left arm. So much she'd ended up holding one end in her mouth so she could warp the other.
After finally getting the towel to staying. She gripped the sink parallel to the show with one hand, staring at her reflection in the small mirror above.
Her blue eyes were full of shadows, and her under-eyes matched her short light purple pixie cut.
Her face was riddled with cuts and bruises.
She met her own eyes as her pale sullen, reflection mocked her.
"Yeah well, you don't have to figure out how to take down an undefeated dude who hates you."
A voice whispered in her head, Soren could help.
“NO." zillah yelled at her reflection” I am not asking that self-religious annoying man for help! I can do this by myself. Like I've always done. It always worked out in the end. Right?” Her expression melted, replaced by anxiety, "right?" She whispered.
She pushed herself away from the sink and scooped up her discard clothes then headed to a door to the left.
A thought hit her.
”Where did this guy even come from?” she tilted her head, she'd never seen or heard about him before. He just showed up today destroying the city and threatening her to leave or else. But why?
So many whys.
Striding through the door she entered an empty room. Save for a battered industrial sink, a drying rack and a fan. She dumped the suit, except the corset and boots, into the sink and sharply turned the tap to the right. As water gushed out she tipped in some liquid soap. Then turned the water off and left.
Zillah returned to the bathroom and peered into the cupboard below the sin. Pulling out various baskets. Containing only a few rolls of toilet paper, a small bottle of disinfectant, a stack of face cloths, and a bag of cotton balls. She grabbed the disinfectant and the cotton pads.
“Of course I'm out of medical supplies.” She sat down, still wrapped in a towel.
After wetting the cotton pad with disinfectant. She proceeded to gently dab at all the cuts she could find. Wincing at the lingering sting of the liquid. She examined her left arm, gently squeezing it until she reached her shoulder. So far nothing hurt, she ran a finger over her shoulder then her, collar bone. Her fingers haled at the bump in the middle.
Zillah hurriedly stood up and faced the mirror, peering at the colour bone. The left side had a sharp bump in the middle while the other had a smooth shallow one. So she'd hurt her collar bone, not her arm. It still needed a sling. She looked at the box below the sink. She didn't have anything to make one.
A voice piped up in her mind, Soren will.
Zillah slumped back down, he would. But then he’d pester her with questions again.
She glanced towards the bay windows. The sun was behind the building, leaving everything in dull light.
Not if he was asleep.
And technically she wouldn't be going to him for help, she just needed his supplies.
She paused considering.
“Well, there's no way I can fight Force, without Soren's help, if my arm doesn't get better.
With the light fading, she guided towards her bedroom. Ripped the leggings and sweatshirt off the chair and shrugged them on. She swiped her staff off the floor and focused on it for a minute. It slowly shrank and morphed into a gold dagger, shiny blue stone embedded in its hilt.
She ruffled the towel through her hair. Then hurried to the laundry room. Dipped her feet into her boots, tucked the golden dagger inside, then paused just outside the door.
How was she going to get out?
The Villainess had designed the secret ceiling entrance with her wings in mind. But they were indisposed at the moment.
She bit her lip. What else did she have?
Her eyes widened. And she ran back to her bedroom. Carefully laying down on her back on the floor, by her bed.
There it was.
She stretched her right arm under the bed, wrapped her fingers around the object and pulled it out. She examined the grappling gun and hook. It'd been a while since she'd used it. But it seemed to be in well-working order. Save for some dust.
Zillah blew some of the dust off, then hurried back to the main room. She aimed it at what she thought was the edge and shot. It bounced off solid rock and clanged to the floor.
She pursed her lips, shoved it back in and tried again. This time it went through the roof, she tugged on it. It slid back through.
“Well, third time's the charm.” She shot it again then yanked on it. It didn't move.
She pressed the trigger again. Letting the excess cable reel in.
The tricky part would be not using her left arm.
She walked over to the cement wall, as she reeled in the cable. Once it was a taunt line straight up, she wedged her foot in a crack and reeled in more. Then found another crack.
Occasionally she didn't find a big enough crevice and had to hang for a few seconds.
Shortly she reached the ceiling, or what appeared to be. Carefully standing with her right foot in a small crack. She stretched her arm up it went straight through the rock ceiling.
Getting over the ledge would be the tricky part. She reeled in the cable slowly, looking down at the wall for one last space to put her left foot. She spotted on near the ceiling and wiggled her foot in. she pushed up with her left foot as she yanked her right out. Her head popped through th ceiling. She reeled in more cable, pulling herself up. She was now awkwardly draped over the ledge. Half in what seemed like solid rock. Left-arm dangling at her side.
Zillah pushed up with her left foot and swung her right leg over the ledge. Than gave pressed the trigger on the grappling gun one last time, pulling her onto solid rock.
She flipped over and lay on her back starting at the first stars slowly twinkling.
“Never doing that again.” she hopped up. Leaving the grappling hook by a rock.
She walked through the tall chain-link fence. the illusion wavering slightly as she passed through the sign, warning hikers to not go beyond it. The illustration prevented people from seeing anything on her inside. Except for an empty rocky clifftop. Meaning she could stand there all day and no one could see her. Unless someone on the ground below took out a pair of binoculars, with was a risk, but one few and far between. If they did a double-take she could simply mask herself in the illusion of a humanly shaped rock.
So far it's kept most of the people away from the entrance. Though when wild animals occasionally found their way in. As well as the random teenage boy, that she'd had to knock out and drop off at the bottom of the bluff.
Zillah turned and stared at the city. The still standing skyscrapers were dark. Visible only by the moonlight reflecting off them
She squinted at the long dirt road that leads from the mounting to the city. “Yeah... I really should have thought this through. Here's to hoping there's a car down here.”
She spun on her heel and strode down the dirt path turned road that led to the bottom of the cliff.
Carefully holding her left arm with her right. She peered at the dirt path. Seeking out tripping hazards in the twilight. Twice she missed one and nearly fell the rest of the way down the trail. Saved only by flinging her uninjured arm rapidly around. Whilst trying to not fling her injured one out.
Zillah messaged her now sore neck. And looked up. Her eyebrows popped up, as she realized she'd reached the bottom. Zillah nodded satisfactorily. She took a few steps forward scanning the dark landscape. She squinted harder, spotting something.“perfect”
She strode swiftly over the car parked in the ditch.
She peeked through the driver's side window. The car was vacant. Something sparkled in the moonlight on the seat. A set of keys.
Zillah rounded the car looking for signs of someone.
“Well by the looks of it someone locked their key in the car. Probably walked back to town since it's dark. Sooooo it shouldn't be discovered until morning.” she shrugged
When her search revealed nothing she retunded to the driver's side door. Running her fingers around the cracks.
She patted her boots then pulled the thin gold knife out. She carefully wedged it on top of the door. Then searched around the car for a long thin stick. After finding one, she threaded the stick through the gap made by the knife. Until it pressed the unlock button inside the car door. It beeped. Zillah unwedged her knife and after sticking it back in her boot. Opened the car door, letting the stick fall to the ground.
She scooped the key of the seat and hopped in. She flicked the keys open and started the car. As the engine roared to life, she shifted gears and swing the car around.
Now to find soren's house.