But running her hand over the dust and grim only served to dirty her pale skin. It did nothing to change her reflection.
Nothing to change that she was staring at someone who wasn't quite her. Someone with rather short, slightly 魔发奇缘 hair.
Someone whose eyes were a hue 或者 two darker and void of that evil sparkle they once held. They were bigger, and one could say, had a 更多 welcoming and soft glow to them.
Someone whose ears were slightly 更多 pointed...whose face was slightly 更多 rounded...
She didn't look bad 由 any means. She just wasn't her...
Icy let her nails drag down the mirror's surface--leaving vertical scratches down her reflection's face. The motion had sent a tingle down her spine.
The doctors 说 it was an epidemic. And that she wasn't the first to get it...
But she was one of the first. Only a handful--a couple hundred--were diagnosed after her and even fewer--20 to be precise--before. According to the doctors that wasn't very many considering Magix's large population. But it was spreading quick.
They 说 that it effected those who wielded powers of ice and snow the 更多 than any other race of people. About fifty-two percent of the infected, where those who shared Icy's power type.
They 说 that the disease had no cure...not one that they knew of.
They 说 they didn't know exactly what it was capable of doing to the body aside from altering its physical appearance.
Icy had been practically screaming at them--demanding to know why they haven't found a cure yet, 或者 how they could not know how to cure it.
She took another look in the mirror, gave an an angry cry, and impulsively punched it--not at all pleased 由 what she saw.
Icy was fine with her looks as they were prior.
Blood spurted out from the breaks the glass left in her skin.
Her unusually pale skin.
Skin too pale for even an ice type.
She sunk to her knees--slumped against the wall--cradling the stinging, bleeding wound.
Surely her hands would be scarred...
What did it matter, they were barely her hands anymore.
Trivial thing it was.
But Icy noticed it right away; her fingerprints had been classified as loop. But now the many tiny ridges were of the whorl pattern.
At least if she murdered someone they couldn't match it to the fingerprint set they had stored in the system since her last arrest.
Icy couldn't help but smirk to herself at that one. At least this sickness could help her get away with murder. They'd see her new fingerprint, compare it to her old one, and clear her...
Her optimism quickly faded at the thought of what else could happen to her; if the disease could so drastically alter something as complicated and intricate as a fingerprint, what other damage could it inflect?
Could it change her powers?
Her skill set?
Her body type?
Her personality?
Icy shuddered, she liked her personality as it was and wanted to keep it that way.
The ice witch could only pray that they'd find a cure before such drastic changes could take place...if such changes were possible.
But how could they, when they didn't even have a name for it yet...
When they didn't even know if it was born from man 或者 nature spawned...
When they didn't know if it spread through the air 或者 if it was contagious. And if it was contagious, if a simple touch was all it took 或者 if it was transmitted sexually 或者 through tainted needles.
That's why Icy couldn't get any real help.
She had to run.
It was get the hell out of there or--despite not even causing any trouble--get locked away and experimented on.
Quarantined.
Just like the rest of the infected.
