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Master of adaptation and evolution, I slidethe coance of what I possess I inhale long and sloelling first s an assault of unfatho MacKayla Lane experienced is filed inmy incarceration in her body I couldn’t see, I couldn’t hear, I couldn’t smell

I was--as she is now--trapped in a dark silent prison, ed to her central nervous systeh supremacy of will and relentless trial and failure My existence was a ses, intricate patterns without substance Although I spied on her life as much as possible, I was able to seize use of her body, hands, and eyes only once, for brief duration All else was diluted, secondhand perception absorbed from within except on that overcast rainy day I killed the Gray Wolory That was the day I kneould win Those clu hours I rode a body for the first time

I require time to perfect control

I Require

I drawthe enorer and storical vessel I’ve clai, every atom I fill ard upon Jada, blink once, and reveal myself My eyes, reflected in the stainless steel door of a commercial freezer unit behind her, fill with obsidian until no white remains Around es color Fear i circulation The blood vanishes fro freckles upon snow Her eyes widen, her pupils dilate and freeze The scent of her body alters to one I find…intriguing

I experience all of this with my own senses It’s incomparable My rams the anatomy of those around me

Power

I was made for it

I would prefer to shred her flesh fros prevent me I smile with my new face

"I would run if I were you," I tell her softly

She does, lightning fast No hesitation, no debilitating deliberation There onehumans, she is superior

I covet her speed and dexterity MacKayla Lane would call it "freeze-franore those things that stayelse I can eat Clever MacKayla Flawed MacKayla Those that fall pave the way for ins at the bottoiven

I depart the warehouse and enter the gloomy day