Crews fell to the ground, out of it. She wasn't physically injured; save from a few bumps and bruises suffered at the hands of Castillo's horrible driving. What she was experiencing was something no one else could see--depression. "I-I could've made it work" She murmured, her mind shift back to her arranged marriage, back to when she was heavily immersed in her own culture.
At the time the 19 year old Crews was different, she only spoke Hindi and everyone of her actions were guided by her abusive husband. Then, while her husband was on a business trip back in India; she applied for the LAPD and made it; when he returned home and found out; he took his fury out on her. That's when Castillo stepped in...that's when she saved her.
"Sarah!" Crews yelled, struggling to fight off the clown's grip. "Sarah!" She screamed again, realizing the only person she ever cared for was being suffocated. Squirming to free herself from the Clown's grip, Crews' eyes begin to flicker a deep green hue. "Come on yah big b**h help me!" violent muscle spams in her arms heralded the arrival of the beast.
Whitaker's timely intervention freed Crews allowing the anxiety to build, causing The Hindu Officer to finally transform into the She-Beast known as 'Fissure"
Her mighty roar sent shockwaves booming across New York City, producing light tremors beneath them.
"I'll kill you!" She screamed extending her hands outward, before bringing them back together swiftly in order to create a massive wind gust between her friends on the Force and the Clown.
As Priyanka and the seemingly naive teen landed, the ground beneth them bent to her will. "Well that'll by us like fifteen minutes. These Walkers are surprisingly receptive to what happens around here" She said, pushing her hands through her thick emerald tinted tassels. She wasn't a superhero by far, just a law enforcement officers that took too many dirty needles. Whatever she couldn't get accomplished as Priyanka Crews, she typically could get accomplished as Fissure.
"Well, look around ya darling, this place is flooded with Walkers. If the young fella is still alive his probably at one of the Emerald City Refuge Centers posted around town. If he's not then he's probably in the underground." She retort remaining vigilante of their surroundings for the time being. The underground was a secret hideout for most, pretty much an entirely different community than the Refuge Centers.
Though they didn't have to deal with the threat of a Walker attack, The underground was a threat within itself. Hordes of Emerald Cities worst drug lords, mutants and mob bosses fortified themselves in a small area underneath the city.
What made it so dangerous was unlike the law driven refuge centers on the surface, down below badges didn't matter. The people of the underground were free to fire on anyone they deemed necessary, including the police. "The refuge centers would have them in the registries, but if he's underground...then we have an entirely different fight on our hands. Where do you wanna search first?"
"Christ Kid, get back!" Crews screamed, realizing the two of them were already surrounded by many of the walkers. "Come'on greenie get your ass in gear" She murmured. Almost on cue her body convulsed, slowly pulsating until she stood well over 7' feet. Throwing her powerful hands against the concrete Crews crafted a ground splitting fissure. The shockwave that resulted cause many of them to splatter, but after weeks of dealing with these beast, she knew what worked the first time wouldn't work again. "Come on" She said, looking to lift the girl up, before leaping across the city.
Det. Skiles pace back and forth trying to come up with some sort of solution to find Crews, The captain was on his ass; and from the way things sound—things weren’t getting better. Sliding his hands into his Dockers, he felt a small vibration, not from his phone but from his badge. “Crews you’re a genius” He whispered. Their badges were customized, should anyone activate the GPS feature those around the Force would be able to locate them due to the coordinates.
“Captain, I got a lock on Crews location. Moving to provide back-up” He reported whilst strapping himself into the drivers seat of his suburban. “Hang on girlie, I’m coming,” He whispered whilst weaving through traffic.
Meanwhile.
Crew’s body continued to convulse violently within the mangled restraints. “C-C-Come, on Sarah…get it together” she stammered trying to force herself to regain control. Every time her eyelash fluttered, she saw something she hated, her cousins face after dealing with her boyfriend, watching her aunt receive her nephew’s service flag and badge from the department. The more she thought about it; the more angered she became, but this wasn’t just a quick flare of anger…this was more of an insatiable rage.
“Me, Hurt you!” She hissed before breaking through her restraints with ease. Now standing at a massive 7’0 with bulging muscles, Crews eyes fix on the not so confident doctor.
“Guards!” He yelled, they push through the room with ak47’s no command was needed, they opened a barrage of fire on Crews; to which she threw herself behind a table for cover, but something was different. Instead of landing squarely behind the table, her body plowed through the wall into the adjacent room.
“This is like Quantico all over again” She murmured now somewhat in her right mind. Rising to her feet, she caught a glimpse of herself in a full mirror. “Holy shit!” She scared herself, the fright cause the green giant to tumble backwards.
“I look like the fricken Jolly Giant” she spazzed, as she glance down at her hands. More gunfire, and nowhere to hide; instead of running she watched as the bullets bounce off her body and richoeted around the small corridor.
“You guys are going to be really sorry I found that out” She said storming them, her feet thundering underneath her. Shoulder charging through them all, she knocked them out of the way and made for the exit.
“Crews!!!!!” She heard her name being called as daylight hit her eyes; it became clear who it was. “RANDY!!!” she screamed back sprinting in his location. Once Skiles saw who was charging towards him he turned around and sprinted the other way.
“Gotdamn it skiles” She grunted lunging from her two front feet in front landing just a few inches in front of Skiles. “Slow down needle dick…it’s me Priyanka” She said standing tall.
“Who the eff is Priyanka.” He replied with his weapon trained on her. “…It’s me Crews” She said flashing her badge. “You’re first name s Priyanka?” He asked with a curious brow.
“Really, that’s your question? You’re not wondering if I’m going to try and sell you Green Beans?”
“Oh yeah right what the hell happened?” He asked, hearing the choppers fluttering above them.
“There’s no time…hang on” She said gripping him tightly. “Where are we ooooooooooh!!!!!”
He screamed as the massive launch from Crews sent them hovering over the side of the building down to the street floor. “Find Captain West, tell them what happened to me. But I’m curious…what did you think my first name was?”
“I don’t really remember too much…one moment I’m sleeping in bed next to my fiancé, the next I’m strapped down on some operating table. My captors…were androids of sort. They had the outward appearance of humans, but I could tell that beyond the veil of their sadistic little eyes; they had no soul.
They turned me into this green freak, this green wrecking ball. I never really felt sorry for myself; I mean I can lift just about anything. Sometimes though, I have uncontrollable rage. It comes to me out of nowhere….I don’t really know how to contain it, but I know your Organization specializes in cases like these. So I guess what I’m asking is…”Can you help me?”
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