Page 14 of Violet Spark
Like an idiot who’d never used the Internet before, I let my gaze drift down to the 999+ comments.
Slut! Just doing it for the views
Tease. Show us you pussy too
Show off! Get off
Loser! Just a fake gamer girl
Fake
Fake
Fake.The comments were time stamped to the video as it played. And I scowled, because my girls were real, thank you very much. It wasn’t likeIneeded to know what they looked like, but had the towel actually slipped? Ugh, why did I even need to know?
But I rewound, cringing, and then stilled. Thefakecomments started when the bolt of purple lightning flew from my fingers.
Whoa.
I rewound again, playing at half speed. In the game, my EldWitch was shooting at the bog gnomes. ObliviousTowelGirl was gesticulating wildly too, although in her world it looked mostly like she was making rude gestures at the brown cat sitting disdainfully on her dresser.
Right until that purple lightning bolt, anyway.
I froze the video—right where ObliviousTowelGirl ripped off the headset—then rewound again. The gloves were some of the most expensive gear I’d ever bought. Brand-new, super lightweight, zero latency movement tracking, and, let’s be honest, pretty freaking cool. I’d seen videos of cell phones, laptops, and hover boards bursting into flame when their batteries failed, but a directed energy bolt? Really?
I shook my head, fascination overcoming the humiliation as I rewound again. Right there. My gaze shuttled back and forth between the game world and the real world. Right there I fired at the bog gnomes…and right there I fired—unintentionally, I swear—at Gwump.
I looked askance at the gloves that I’d left on the bed next to me and scooted my butt a little farther away. Didn’t need a smoking crater in my ass like the one in my wall.
I glanced back at the comments. When the gloves discharged, there was a flurry of WTFs, but it was their analysis I wanted.Battery failure?Yeah, I’d already thought of that.Into a lightning beam? Not likely.Yeah, I already decided that too, thanks for nothing.
This is like the worst CG I’ve ever seen worse than DC
Fuck you, Marvel suck boi
I grimaced as the conversation wandered off into typical useless comics vitriol. I quickly scanned through more of the comments.
Wanna-be. Fake. I kill you
Okay, my EldWitch could take a lot of strike points with a sexy laugh, but me in real life? Not so much. I flipped the phone over as I stared at the hole in my wall.
I looked down at my left hand. After cleaning up at the sink, the Band-Aids were peeling up. I ripped them off the rest of the way, grimacing at the painful tug on my skin.
But underneath, the cuts seemed…not so bad. Still purple, yeah, but the jitter where Gwump’s claws had dug in, lost grip, and dug in again, was scabbing over.
Okay, this was even weirder than weird, but…
Tentatively, I pulled on my left glove and pointed my fist at the wall. Then quickly redirected at the hole I’d already made and pointed only one finger.
Just in case.
I waited. Then I closed my eyes. Maybe purple lightning bolts were shy? I tightened my pelvic floor and breathed through my diaphragm because why the hell not.
Nothing. Just like the rest of my life.
Had I really thought…something? Like I might be special or whatever? Frustration and embarrassment burned worse than cat claws.
“Stupid…” I flipped my hand over and raised a different finger at the crater in my wall and at the universe in general—
