She looked up, at the massive pillar of smoke, rising up from the ruins of what's left. He'd blown it all up. Their work. She collected those souls for no good purpose after all, it seemed. A sigh escaped her, as she kept looking at the smoke billowing upwards into the sky. Thick black smoke, accompanied with the heat of the fire. A smile appeared on her lips, but wouldn't last for long.
She doubled over, and grabbed her head, from what appeared to be a massive headache. The world flickered, faded, became a blur to her, until nothing was left of it. She'd come back. Green hair flowing over her back and shoulders, golden eyes, white straitjacket. She breathed heavily, as a tear fell on the ground. "I'm ... in control ... " Slowly, with quite some effort, she got up, shaking on her legs, and started walking. Following Pride, to where ever he was running to. Or from.
Subject: The Labratory 
