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// Her Powers 
// Story: The Lonely One 
// by fluttershy 1700 
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	You wake up feeling refreshed and energized, you were finally able to get something off your chest. You look over and see Alexa is still sleeping, best not to wake her up. You pour yourself a bowl of Celestia Puffs and chow down.

You hear Alexa wake up and hop in the shower, so you finish off the cereal and wash the bowl. She comes out dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt.

"Today's going to be pretty important and I want you to listen to everything I say, okay?" you say to her. "Okay but can you explain why I feel this way?" she responds. "I can't explain it, I can only quell it, not even I have found a way to explain it." you tell her. She seems to understand and you lead her into the spare room in the apartment. It is a room you haven't used in a while, as you have been distracted lately.

"In this room I will teach you how to kill effectively and how not to be caught. It will take months of training and whenever you get the urge you come straight to me, because the longer you put it down, the harder it hits you when it next arises." you explain. She nods her head and you begin.

"Today's lesson will be pretty easy, but eventually you will be able to act upon your urge only for good, and not get caught while doing so." You say to her as you grab a drawstring bag from under a table. From within you pull out your favorite knife. It is about 4 inches long, and is always kept sharp. It has a simple brown, wooden handle with a silver inlay. At the top of the knife is a vicious curve, which you have found is extremely useful for causing excruciating pain when pulled out. It was given to you by a poor mugger who happened to cross your path while that tingly feeling was in full swing.

You hand her the knife and watch as she admires it, looking deep into it. "This is any killers most trustworthy weapon, a knife can be sharpened, repaired, and even if it is blunt you can still do massive damage with enough force. But, if you can't get your hands on a knife, this will always do the job for you." You produce a screwdriver, and she looks at you with astonishment. "That's really all that deadly?" she says. "Many think that this simple household tool cant be all too deadly, *You walk around the table* if you hit them right here,*You grab her in a bear hug and put the screwdriver right above where her spine starts* your victim will be dead in no less than a minute" you whisper in her ear. "But before we do anything with weapons we will have to physically train you. Now i may not look strong, but that is where my enemies make their first mistake.

You turn her towards a punching bag hanging from the wall "I want you to punch this bag for an hour-" she cuts you off "An hour! You have got to be joking Austin!" she proclaims. "No i'm not, if you want to continue to live on this world, and not in a prison cell, I suggest you do exactly what I tell you." you respond sternly. She protests slightly, but eventually begins to hit the bag. 

You head back into your room and check on the firewall. Nothing major has happened except a slight "break" in the wall. You quickly patch it up and head back to check on Alexa.

You walk into the room and watch as she continues to punch the bag, you notice her punches have gotten weaker. "You need to hit it harder." you tell her. "I would but I feel so weak" she replies. "Oh come on after thirty minutes? Bullshit, you just have to push yourself." you tell her.  She hits the bag "Harder." She hits it again. "Harder!" you yell. She hits it again. "HARDER!" you scream at her. You watch as she hits the punching bag at full force, and see a fireball erupt from her hand and blow the bag off the chains. It sends you and her both flying at opposite ends of the room smashing you through a table. You hit your head hard on the wall and slide down. You look over and see Alexa running over to you

"Oh my god what have I done" she yells, tears in her eyes. "I think that's today's training" you say as your vision blurs and you fade into unconsciousness