Christina's eyes sporadically went about, trying and failing to keep track of Misty as she continued soaring through portals around her - from one portal to the next; back and forth to create the image of a dense, brilliant purple constellation.
Performing a nigh-instant calculation, Christina realized,
'She's movin' five hundred and thirty-six million miles per hour; eighty percent the speed of light; five percent greater than my top speed. Mighty impressive, but not impossible ta overcome.'
Even though Christina thought that, there was no way she could predict where Misty's next attack would come from. Good thing she'd predicted an ability of that nature.
Christina swiftly raised her frying pan, and a mechanical whirring resounded as it weaved into a massive shining green web of sorts that spanned all the portals, slicing them to nothing - cutting apart space itself.
Misty launched a punch at the back of Christina's head. Christina pivoted, viciously sending the heel of her boot into the girl's armored fist which shattered. Christina flew after her, pounding her into the ground with an elbow to the cheek.
Not wanting to let that opportunity pass her by, Christina stared down at Misty's downed form, bringing her wrist to her lips to whisper,
"Better days."
Misty's form was bathed in a sheen of red.
"You're through."
With those words, she warped into sparkles of white and became nothing.
"Isn't that my line, Christina Vale?"
Christina gasped, backpedaling with horror embedded in her sights. There was no hole in the forehead of Misty's mask, and her armor was perfectly fine.
"Wha-?"
"Your audacity is astounding. You killed a much weaker clone and somehow still feel as if you deserve all that hype surrounding your name."
Panicking, Christina seemed to reach for the air. Before she could truly do so, she was on the ground - lying straight on her back, her head turned to the right; eyes blank while blood spilled from her slightly opened mouth.
Her hood was now down, revealing her short crimson hair which was shaved at the sides.
Misty stood just ahead of Christina's body, giggling to herself.
Selena put a hand over her mouth, silently bawling. Sasha nervously chuckled, hands shaking, eyes brimming with water.
"So we're... fucked."
The cameraman did not dare stop filming.
Steven watched with tears sliding down his face, baring his teeth before biting his lower lip; encompassed by deep anguish.
'So she really is... unstoppable.'
Misty looked over her shoulder, and they all instinctively cowered in fear.
"You lot won't be dying today," she informed.
"It soothes my rage and frustration seeing you despair."
With those words, Misty tilted her head to the clear, blue sky, hearing the vocals of crows.
"Now," she cheerily spoke,
"on with the global tour, yes?"
She dashed about the Earth, traversing the entire continent and all its countries in a mere instant; killing, permanently scarring, and permanently traumatizing.
She did not stop until she visited all continents - all countries. And by the time she finished, the sun still hung in the sky. Just seven seconds had passed.
About four minutes later, while staring off into the distance with his sister and Sasha, Steven scowled, resolutely thinking,
'No. No, she's not unstoppable. I can get so much stronger. No matter what, I won't be fucking just Selena. I'll find a way to fuck and cum inside Misty and Elaine, too. I'll be... the greatest hero by fucking and filling all three of my sisters with jizz... daily.'
When Steven turned and looked down at his sister--still despondently cradling Kara's corpse--slowly... he reached out a hand, softly saying,
"We should... go home and get some rest, Selena. It's what Kara would've wanted, right?"
Selena's face twisted in woe, and she looked like she was about to break down, but gritted her teeth to prevent that.
"It's okay, Sis. It is. We're still alive. I'm still alive. And no one who died would want us to grieve - not like this. There'll be a funeral. No, like two years ago, a grand memorial will be held for everyone who was murdered. So for now, you can let go, Sis. Just let go. Please. For the sake of your little brother who feels sick seeing you like this... let go."
Tears sliding down her face, Selena reluctantly unhanded her friend's body, and took Steven's hand to then embrace him upon getting to her feet.
"Thank you. Thank you, Little Brother; for being here for me."
Steven donned a small smile.
"My pleasure, Sis. Always."
"Savior," Sasha called, whispering; standing behind Selena, to the left.
Selena sniffled, ceasing her embrace of Steven to turn toward Sasha.
"O.M.G, Selena - Selena, right?"
Selena stoically nodded.
"I'm just now noticing that your huge breasts are out."
Frantically looking down, Selena profusely blushed. She then activated her superspeed, replacing her top with that of a dead operative's. She came back in the blink of an eye, clearing her throat to say,
"Apologies for the earlier indecency, Sasha."
"So what were you about to say?" Steven asked her.
"Just... don't beat yourself up about all this."
Her eyes landed on Selena.
"Both of you. Not even Christina Vale stood a chance against Terrifier. You were brave and did your best."
Gently, somewhat sadly, she smiled.
"And that's all anyone could have asked of you."
In deep respect, she saluted them.
"Thank you for your service."
Steven nodded. He genuinely appreciated her words.
"What a strange girl," Selena spoke, almost condescendingly eyeing Sasha up and down.
"We're not soldiers - why would she do that?"
"It's not a big-"
Before Steven could finish his sentence, Sasha casually said,
"That's me alright: a strange girl. I'm Sasha Holiday - BigTok celebrity with almost four million followers."
Turning with a sigh to Steven, Selena drawled,
"Anyways... Steven, let's ret-"
"Please wait."
The girl's hushed and sincere tone made both of them perk up and look at her. She reached out a hand, wincing with squinted eyes. Steven and Selena's wounds vanished thereafter.
"Holy-" Steven paused, mostly at a loss for words.
"You're a healer," Selena voiced, almost wanting to smile.
Sasha nodded, pensively biting her bottom lip.
"I... don't like dying. It's scary and, like, gives damnation, guys. Even so, I need one of you to kill me."
