2.0.1: Second's Ticking

For a single moment, it looked like Time was actually going to be able to convince the insanity to subside.

Of course, in Time's perception, a single moment was a tremendous thing, something worth exploiting, something that held more information than just the status as it was at that moment. It was in that moment that she realized her downfall was going to be far more painful than the merciful execution she had planned for Shaen. Though Time was not gifted with future scribing, or anything so useful, the way time itself was wrapped around her center allowed her to sense outcomes in the crudest sense.

As she was crouching on the edge of the towering skyscraper, peering over the ledge to see if Shaen would manage to stop her fall before it wrecked this body, she knew it was hopeless.

But Time was a super heroine, and hopelessness was not an excuse to give up. Fingers wrapped around the ledge for milliseconds, she understood what she would have to do to force Shaen into using some of the energy that the other woman seemed to force herself to reserve. Time winced, white hair blowing into her face, bleached that way by time's flow through her regrettably human body. Just like the Misshapen, she was marked for her interference with the way things should be. Unlike the Misshapen, the latex-attired vixen seemed to cognate at super speed due to the abnormal flow of time around her.

Nanoseconds had passed as minutes as she contemplated the fact that what she was about to do was as close to suicide as one could get without actually slicing a blade from wrist to elbow. Pressing her fingers against her eyes ever so gently, she rocked forward, pushing time around her to slow further.

Her descent felt incredible, and terrifying, and she could not deny that it was everything and more than she actually had dreamed. Time was flying down the face of the building, though time itself moved so slowly that she had perfect control of her body. Her sneakers, seemingly out of place with her flashy costume, were targeted for the back of Shaen's head as she rose from the dent in the ground. It would not kill the demon, but it would cause her to plunge into her reserves to shield herself, or at least, Time thought so. No one really knew that much about the torturer of the city.

No matter what she did from here on out, she was going to fail. At least this way, she would make a ripple before time itself stole her from the reality she had so clung to with such frailty.