|♫| Showing the future's cinema of despair,
The faded reel still turns even now.
Without laughter and without tears,
Projecting a withered and finished me. |♫|

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'A DIRTY butterfly'
Like hell she was just going to let this kid walk in there by himself. She at least wanted some credit for this lame act of heroism, for compensation of course. Rolling up beside him she grabbed onto his upper arm. Probably not the smartest thing to do, but electricity wasn't a fear of hers anymore. "I'm escorting you the entire way, kid. Don't think you're getting off easy." She tugged him forward, controlling him with her grip, and rolled into the police station.
As soon as she stepped in she deactivated her wheels and walked further in. As usual there were a few policemen lingering around, though most had probably gone to the site of the previous fight. Waving one over he was hesitant to comply. Though she had only been a 'hero' for a month now, she still had a name floating around. "This kid's got electrical abilities," she started, pulling a toothpick out from one of her pockets and placing it between her lips. "Go put some rubber gloves on or something." The policeman looked to the boy before nodding and walking over to a couple others, asking for assistance. Chewing on the tip of the toothpick Travesty didn't look at him before talking. "What's your name anyways? I like keeping tabs on how well the police are doing their jobs."
|♫| The heart's sky that had already closed,
Can't even shout out loud any more.
In the vast darkness nothing can be heard,
But what's scary is being alone. |♫|