As Cindy ran, time began to slow down, almost to a halt. She could feel her mind racing. The air around her began to glow blue. She remembered, then, when she and her twin sister Sally had been little, how her mother once mentioned something about their father not being human. And as she ran, her beetle-reflexes sprang into action for the first time in her life: dodging shards of broken glass, she leapt through the air, scything any bees in her path with the retractable sharpened claws which she usually kept hidden up her shirt sleeve. I hope Sally's okay, she thought, as she leapt out the window towards the plane waiting below.
(OP: Abe, December 13 2006)
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