Concentration made them tighten, made them grow impossibly thin. She pulled back like she was controlling a puppet, but the pressure came solely from her personal well of power. Metal and ceramic squealed against filaments many times more thin than a human hair, but many times stronger than mere steel.
And then it parted, cleanly as if it had been made in pieces from the start. The truck fell apart into five neat slices before lose pieces collapsed in on themselves. Fuel and other fluids gushed out of the stricken machine.
The nurses screamed and Zoe knew that it was time to go. She didn’t know where, but she had to leave.
As she started to run, she spared a look at the destroyed truck. In her mind’s eye, she saw the Jabberwock in its place.
To Be Continued…