Mystics and Mental Blocks

Three days. That was all the reprieve we got before one of the Five showed up, injured and on the run. The snowstorm that had encased the property, as well as stifled the town, hadn't even melted away. That wounded prey led our newest adversary directly to me, to Christopher. Inconvenient timing, but not unexpected. It was the betrayal forcing me to stay my hand against that adversary that shocked me. Betrayal from the least likely of sources. Or so I would have thought. But that didn't change who I was, and what I would do to preserve a life I loved, people I cherished. I wasn't so easily broken. But that didn't mean I couldn't be hurt, couldn't be pulled apart. Unraveled. And if I managed to put the pieces back together? I wasn't certain who I'd be on the other side of it all. Friend? Lover? Killer? Emma or Amp5? Or was it possible to be all those things at once?