The cubicles were pitch black without power. But she could hear the amorphous mass slithering, smell its acrid sweet odor.
"We're not firemen," Clair said. Asil donned her grey hijab. "We've got powers! It's time to do something, I'm going to help them!"
"Let it burn!" they chanted. Clair touched the slushy sidewalk. "Didn't want to do this..." An electric jolt scattered the rioters.
The mayor shouted into his iPhone. "Kids? I don't care! They're supers in a riot, keep the peace and shoot them!"
She grunted willing the boulder of snow and trash to do her bidding. It rolled into the flaming car, and Asil collapsed to one knee.
Beth grinned as Jon exited his stasis tube. He gasped seeing her pregnant waist. "Guess what we made in hypersleep?" she laughed.
"You said you'd help Santa," her brother whined. Sara stomped a hoof. "Not as a reindeer!" "It's just for a night," Blitzen nudged.
He saw a white, furry spider a meter wide. Scuttling across snow and driveway, it leapt with fangs squirting antifreeze venom.
She lowered her snow shovel. "Andrew?" An arachnid shape stalked into view, silhouetted by Christmas lights on the porch-rail.
John's arm around her, Holly contently nursed the baby on the couch. Together, they formed an ursid trinity in Christmas pajamas.
Losing their grip, his fingers clawed crumbling stone hard enough to bleed. Oris fell... and deep, stygian darkness embraced him.
"You're a keeper Tom. If I was your age—" Her charm broke and all was rewritten. A life revised, 20-year-olds kissed at midnight.
"Your daughter's a whore," Lewis smirked. "No one will believe her." Jim's fist broke a perfect nose on a surprised face. "I do!"
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