I love hotel rooms. No, really, I do. No matter what other people say, I'll always like hotels. The beds are soft, they almost always have a T.V., and if I'm lucky, they have WiFi. 

Yeah. Holiday Inns are the best. They're even worth the four hours in the car that constitute as a 'Okay, we're staying the night' trip. 

Best of all: I get HOURS with NOTHING to do. I can join DeviantArt- I did.  I can make a few new ringtones- I did (one is 'Poker Face' and the other is 'Geek in the Pink'). Hey, I can even read the bible. And I did. (And I learned the origin of the Cain in Valkyrie Cain.)

You know that feeling when you're sitting in a hanging chair, outside of a small house, and the wind is blowing both your hair and a big mother-fucking storm at you? You can watch the lightening hit the ground, and hear the rain as it's coming, and when the storm hits, you just can't bear to get up from the chair?

It's not fear, she's sure of that. It's not adrenaline either, though that has a part in it.

By now it's getting cold and the wind is not helping, but she really can't bear to get up. Why bother? It's not going to hit her, the worst she'll get is a little soaked, and even then she has the overhanging ceiling to keep the hail off her. Why bother to move, because the storm, powerful as it was, could not hurt her.

It happened again. She was standing on her balcony, the smooth stone cool to her bare feet, welcome after today's heat rush, and her hands happened to skim across the railing.

It was a good seven inches wide, and three stories up. But there was no wind, her balance was good, and she knew that if she fell she could just transform half-way down and the worst harm she could get was crawling out of the roses directly underneath her. Steel, versus flowers that made her friend sneeze.

WIthout even being conscious of it, she was standing on the rail, her arms outstretched to her left and right, smiling like she had just finished a performance for a grand audience.

And, just like that, she had lunged off the edge, as if diving into a pool. The adrenaline, not having been much of a factor last time, came into play heavily now and the warm air suddenly felt cold, the air stopped coming into her lips, and she could hear it-

tick, tick, tick

-everywhere, all around her. Clockwork, everything working in unison...

...She didn't land in the roses. She landed in the tamed blackberries, and struggled her way out. The thrill made her giggle, the tiny pains from the thorns when she couldn't hold the transformation made her shake, and the adrenaline made her feel more alive then she had been for weeks on end.

Nothing could hurt her, she was sure of it.

So, why not go hurt someone else, that deserved hurting?