Victoria - Resisting emotional powers

As someone with the ability to control emotions, I was supposed to be harder to read and affect. It was why I'd deflected Crystalclear earlier.

It was why Dean and I had gotten along. Even why we'd been possible.

Maybe that resistance came into play. Maybe it turned Snag's power from an emotional uppercut to a mere slap. Negative emotions poured into me like liquid from a syringe.

But a slap on an open wound could be enough to bring someone to their knees. The walls came tumbling down, the memories flooding in, and my last coherent, present thought was that I hoped I wouldn't maim or kill anyone in the meantime.

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Reeling meant trying not to think, letting it wash over me and through me, and not letting my thoughts go where the feelings pointed. It meant I still had a metal gauntlet on my face and a metal arm pulled against my throat, and I was handling the situation with instinct. Fight or flight.

Fight-

No. I only barely stopped myself. I'd kill him if I fought.

Fly then.

I pushed out with my aura, hard. The flip side of my observation moments ago was true. I was supposed to be resistant to hits to my emotions because I could deliver those hits myself. Snag would be resistant to my aura for similar reasons.

He still let go, arms slipping back through the wall. I had a moment where I thought about grabbing one of his wrists as it passed me, and I hesitated a moment too long.

I backed away, staggering until I bumped into the window next to the broken one. My chest hurt as if I'd had my heart ripped out, and thoughts of Dean flickered through my head. It was a continuation of my thoughts from earlier, one sample in a long, long series of thoughts I hadn't let myself finish over the past few months and years that the surge of emotion was now filling in and pushing to the surface.

It was loss, if I had to put a name to it. Nothing to do with the man on the roof.

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- Daybreak 1.5-1.6