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I'll Steel Your Heart Away, tag:: ivory
Night Fury. It was a name that brought both terror and relief to people’s hearts when they heard the superhero’s name. Or was she a super villain? Really it all depended on who you asked. Elizabeth might save your life, but that is no guarantee you won’t get burned too in the process. No one is safe from the fire power that she welds. She never wanted the gifts she is in possession of and frankly she would happily change places with anyone in a heartbeat if it meant just one normal day to be ordinary. For the time being though, she was the one doomed to live with them. It was her gift and her curse.
Flying high above the quiet world below her, the night sky was where she lived and thrived. There was something about the darkness that made people bold at trying things. Stupid and careless things. But there was also a sense of privacy up here. No one could see her unless she wanted to be seen. It wasn’t the case when she was on the ground where the fire that raged through her veins could harm the innocent as well as the guilty. No one dared to challenge her up here and therefore there was never a need to let the fire rage. She was both safe from others as others were of her. Plus, she was willing to be the first to admit that her signature fireball strike was most effective from high above since no one could see it coming until it was too late. But there was no one to fight tonight… or so she thought.
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Not many things could fly and most hardly did so in the dead of night. That was one of the reasons Elizabeth loved to fly at night as well; no distractions, no troubles. She could just close her eyes and glide across the clouds without hesitation or worry. It was harder and harder to find times like that in her line of work. If what she did could be classified as work. The only reason she did what she did was because she was given the ‘honor’ of possessing superpowers. She hadn’t wanted them or needed them but they were hers nonetheless. It wasn’t like she could have a normal nine to five job when her temperament accidentally left the copy machine in flames because it was jammed… again. So she was a superhero who helped save lives and occasionally set fire to cities blocks. There were worse things to be in life she had to imagine.
Minding her own business as usual, her eyes were closed to the night sky as she continued to enjoy the feeling of the wind blowing through her hair. She usually could hear if objects like planes or birds started to fly close to her but there was no indication that was going to happen anytime soon so she simply smiled to herself and enjoyed the ride. The solid object that collided with her made her reevaluate that feeling though. With a loud huff, suddenly her flying came to an abrupt halt as she started to fall while trying to get her bearings. What was that? It had been too large for a regular bird but as she tumbled down closer and closer to the ground she spotted the figure beside her. “Oh s…” was the best Elizabeth could mutter to herself before she snapped out of it and attempted to regain her control. Only her body wasn’t listening to her commands to halt the free-fall. “What the hell?” was all Elizabeth could scream over to the other girl as the sound of the wind hurled them closer and closer to the ground. Suddenly her powers didn't seem so terrible to have after all.
Powerless. Elizabeth couldn’t remember the last time that word actually meant anything to her personally. She hadn’t always had her powers but there was a tiny part of her mind that tried to hypothesize that she had. It was always there, deep inside of her, but only showed up in the last decade or so. Yeah, it made her mind rest a little and her fears that she’d explode into a fiery ball of death one day easier. When she was flying high above the world those sorts of things never really entered her mind though. Now it was the only thing repeating over and over in there.
Flaring around like a fish out of water, Elizabeth wanted to scream but her lungs felt like they were drowning. Nothing she did or thought made the ground quickly becoming larger and larger below her any easier to stomach either. She was powerless, how or why wasn’t not her main concern though. What was her concern was not dying because of it. Every trick she did to control her powers she tried the opposite of with no effect. That was when she felt the arms wrap around her. Glancing behind her, Elizabeth was in shock to see someone else seemingly controlling their decent now. Another person with flying powers? Was that possible? And why couldn’t she seem to fly anymore?
Before her mind could catch up with this though the grip around here was suddenly gone and with a loud yelp she was hitting the ground, hard. Groaning to herself, Elizabeth heard rather than saw the other person skid to a halt not that far away. What the hell was going on, was the only thought she could muster to formulate as she shockingly stood and saw the other girl at the end of the fire trail. “Ummm yeah. Not the word I’d go with but sure. Exciting.” she cautiously started to stay as she eyed her hands closely. She would have thought being powerless would feel great after all these years but it just felt… wrong. “Why… how… what is going on?” Elizabeth sharply added.
If it wasn’t for the fact that she had just been plummeting to her death, Elizabeth might have noticed her powers were how she had always dreamed and wished them to be; gone. Of course her idea of this situation usually took place someplace on the ground and not mid-flight. However now that she was on the ground, she still couldn’t quite put two and two together just yet. Because how? It was sort of ironic really. All her life while she had these powers she had dreamed of them gone but now that she didn’t have them - temporarily of course - she wanted them back. The thought wasn’t lost on her but she was willing to chalk that up to the fact that they and been stolen.
Being on the ground like an ordinary person felt weird. Really weird. Glancing down at her body, Elizabeth was surprised to not see the fire coming from her fists like they did when she got this distraught. What few knew was that she didn’t really have that much control over her powers, her emotions did. Sure she could keep her emotions in check - and therefore keep the fire in check - but now that the confusion was dissolving into anger at having her powers stolen it was like a flood gate had opened. “You… do? That didn’t explain the how buddy.” Elizabeth snarled as she felt her blood boil at how casual this other woman was being. Was this normal for her? Cause having superpowers stolen was sort of a new thing for Elizabeth.
“Whoaaaaa… whoa whoa whoa whoa! Don’t think you get away that easy! Hey! Give me those back!” Eliabeth lunged forward trying to grab at whatever she could of this stranger. Well sort of stranger… she did look rather familiar but in her annoyance about the power thing she wasn’t going to dwell on that fact just yet.
*we allllll excited*
Why was she so determined to get her powers back? The thought should have held more impact on Elizabeth’s mind because this was exactly what she had wanted after all these years right? To just be normal again. Whatever normal was. Only she wasn’t just normal. No, someone had stolen a part of her even if that part was something she hated in the first place. The hatred wasn’t the point, the stealing it against her will was. Grumbling under her breath, Elizabeth’s instincts to just fly or fire off a fireball or two was still very much there. So standing here or even lunging forward felt awkward, she just hoped it didn’t show. The last thing she needed was someone like this mystery girl mocking her for being like a fire out of water. “Great. You’ve told me how this doesn’t work but not about how it does! Are you some new annoying wannabe bad… girl or whatever? Stealing being your forte?” was the best she could stagger out, holding on for dear life for some answers to this strange new mess. No one could ever say that Elizabeth had a gift for words. Thankfully her fire did most of the talking for her lately anyway. Just not now.
When the other woman moved to touch her, Elizabeth flinched back for a second. If this girl had stolen her powers that meant those hands could get toasty and fast. Plus she just didn’t like people touching her. She just wasn’t the social sort of person who wanted feelings and connections that made even the most basic of human interactions acceptable. She was alone and she wanted to keep the world at least at an arm’s length away. Still, in the back of her mind she wondered if this shoulder touch could reverse her fortunes again. Sadly it did not. “What kind of power steals another person’s power for exactly 24 hours? To the second? And what I’m just left being… what? Normal?” the last word taking an extra beat or two to come out because the initial word simply wouldn’t do for Elizabeth. There was no way the word powerless was going to come out of her mouth. No way, no how.
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Elizabeth had lived with her powers for years, it didn’t make controlling them that much easier though. She understood how they worked but it was part of the whole ‘fury’ name. The fire was wild and barely under her control even after all this time. Which was why when the thief started to talk, clearly annoyed, Elizabeth couldn’t help but laugh when the blazes appeared. “Tell me about it.” Elizabeth grumbled as well. But it didn’t mean she had to like not being on the flaming end of this conversation. “I didn’t make anyone… most certainly not whatever you are. And what exactly do you make anyway?” she added still at a lose for explanations.
She was born with her powers, there was no terrifying accident or tests involved. They just… happened. Why her? Why not one of her siblings? Why not anyone else? She didn’t know and no one seemed to have an answer for her questions either. Maybe she was just cursed or something. It would make more sense. “Just because I’m getting them back doesn’t mean you haven’t stolen them for… exactly 24 hours!” Elizabeth retorted. Although a part of questioned that - just not out loud. This woman’s power was to steal other people’s power and not by choice. What kind of life was that? It had to feel like she had no control in a way. Cause really who would want to have fire burst out of her hands whenever her mood turned sour.
Pointing a finger at the other woman, whatever her name was, Elizabeth narrowed her eyes as she felt a growl in the back of her throat. Thank goodness she didn’t have her powers right now otherwise everything within reach would be on flames by now. “Some aren’t so innocent. And as you can already tell… I have next to no control over that. So what if I set something on fire that shouldn’t be? I try to help sometimes too and even that leaves me being the one burnt. Not ever scar is so easily seen.” she hissed out. And maybe the idea of the next 24 hours letting her just be normal was as terrifying as her day to day life anyway. “Do you have a name by the way? Or should I just go about calling you the temporary girl?”
LOL. This is so unlike normal Lizzie too I adore alllll this!!!
Fury was actually a good nickname for Elizabeth. Because she was beyond mad and pissed just didn’t have enough heat to it - metaphorically of course. Her powers weren’t something she had asked for, they just came like everything else terrible while transitioning adolescence. Some people got pimples, Elizabeth got powers. She had probably always have that little fire inside of her itching for a fight but it wasn’t until she felt so different that the fire inside became the fire outside. Snapping her hands to her hip, Elizabeth was still slightly startled at this ability to actually make physical contact with her own skin and not think about the flames that would bother her. She couldn’t burn herself of course but the clothes were a totally different story.
Glaring at the other woman, Elizabeth had to bite back something about them never meeting before because, although it was probably true, she looked so familiar. Where or when was lost to her though. Elizabeth tried to shake off the familiarity and focus on the here and now. “I know I didn’t. I don’t get involved with people unless I have to and…” Elizabeth stuttered to a halt as the other woman kept talking and waggling her hands towards her. With a look that could kill - if only - Elizabeth lifted her hands to her chest as if to silently ask me? “I’m the judgy one? I get my powers stolen, nearly killed falling to my death, insulted, called a cliche, and now I’m the one who is judgy?” Elizabeth hissed out with another sharp glare.
Rolling her eyes just couldn’t be stopped anymore. Sighing as well, Elizabeth pulled her arms up to make little air quotes as she gave a sarcastic smirk. “Sorry… ‘borrowed’. How could I be so mistaken.” And sarcasm seemed to be her only form of communication until the woman finally revealed her name… sort of. It was just too good not to start laughing at. “Oh… oh my god that’s terrible! Fitting… terribly ironic… but damn thank goodness I could burn people alive if they ever tried to call me something like that!” Elizabeth snickered as she finally found something worth smiling about in this whole situation.