's three hundred-pound body crashed through like an injured rhino. Her lungs were burning, her heart

th, her chest rising and falling. "It's so tragic," she murmured, wip

g. A strange insect, with a vibrant green body

commanding her bio-control abilities to st

rtips-then it died out. The energy was too

ect app

ance on the bark. She stared at the glowing viscous substance in her hands, a cruel reality surfacing in her mind. Her ability w

a shallow cut on her forearm. Blood gushed out, the bright red contrasting against

full two minutes for the wound to close, leaving a faint white line. When it was over, Al

e song of a siren. She pushed through the trees, struggling through the thor

lt by the bank, scooping up cold water and splashing it on her face.

ooked

mirror. The face she saw in the refl

ehead, with her features squeezed into the center by thick fat. She opened her mouth in horro

d. She knew she was ugly-the memory told her so-but seeing it firs

ok a deep breath. "Self-pity doesn't burn cal

d the reflection with the cool, analytical gaze of an agent assessing a target. Obese. Ho

flat, "it's a disaster

ldn't fight back, she couldn't run fast, but at least she could wash herself clean. She scanned the shore

ed to wash herself clean. She needed to survive. T