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.
She'd finish this.