Violet emerged, tumbling from the sewage outlet pipe. The stench of her escape making her nose crinkle in horror. The slime of the labs caked all over her uniform. Her attention was caught, as the base above let loose a huge roar, and exploded. Boulders flew high and wide, as if launched from a volcano.
Despite the mess, Violet was happy. After five years, she had completed her first solo mission. Villain vanquished, army scattered, super-weapon gone, and the city of Metroville saved once more.
A billowing cloud of residual smoke huffed from the outflow, as Violet dropped into the jungle. With barely a splash, she sank beneath the surface of the river. It was too near the base for the water to be very clean, but it did manage to wash away the majority. A thin oily slick forming on the surface of the water.
A spark, from the family logo on her chest, said that she was on her own. Her victory uncelebrated, but she swam to the far side of the river. The violently green gunge of the lab, just a pale residual stain on her outfit. Her costume clung wetly to her body making it itch, and Violet feel exposed, and more naked than if she were nude.
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Her hair treated to repel acid, and resist fire was dry as she walked to the nearby cave. With her mission complete, even if her escape was incomplete, she was happy to wait by a campfire for rescue. No, not a rescue, a recovery. She was victorious, not some damsel in distress.
Violet's skin felt warm, even without the fire. Examining her clothes, the heat was uneven, stronger where the stains were darker. Rubbing at them, Violet felt the uniform disintegrate at even the softest touch.
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Soon, she felt very naked. More so, because her boots and gloves seemed unaffected by this... acid?
Running her hand over her exposed skin, she expected some roughness, some damage. But while it was darker, and uneven, it felt as soft as ever. The blotches on her skin made her think of patchwork cows, shades of black and white. She didn't want any scarring, already feeling too self-conscious. She knew it was insecurity, she knew she was good. But, still... the doubt niggled at the back of her mind, gnawing away at her confidence.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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