![]() ![]() Which… brought her back around to wishing she had a superpower. But she hadn’t and so now she sat alone in her room staring at a locked door. ![]() Or rather, she might have escaped had she played her cards right the first time around. And if she played her cards right, and waited for just the right moment, she might escape. And yet… She’d heard the whispers and low growls, snatched a look at a newspaper blowing in the wind drifting across the street, and she the recognized the scent of fear that hovered in the air. ![]() After sitting behind a locked door for over twenty years, she’d finally accepted that hoping and praying got her nothing. Mainly because as she stared at a locked door, a key would be really helpful. She’d be happy with something small and insignificant, such as being able to turn her finger into a metal key instead of a lion claw. It didn’t even have to be one of the more known abilities. Hillary really wished she had some sort of superpower. ![]()
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