Cristina was beyond mad, beyond fuming. Her former crush, Lincoln Loud, had practically deserted her for the school bully, Ronnie Anne Santiago. Cristina had planned to ask Lincoln out on a date to see the new Loud Rangers movie. She had even put on a white long sleeve shirt under her usual blue dress and picked out some nice flowers for the occasion. When she saw him and Ronnie Anne together buying tickets to the same movie, she was livid. She wanted nothing more than a simple somewhat romantic date, and this was how he treated her? Ronnie Anne noticed Cristina's angry expression and tried to calm her down, but Cristina just said "NO! I only wanted to give Lincoln a chance by seeing the movie of his second favorite comic book together, seeing as how they're NEVER going to make an Ace Savvy movie, and he stabs me in the back with... with YOU! I don't even like Loud Rangers anyway!" That comment had offended Lincoln, who grabbed Ronnie Anne by her hand and pulled her toward the ticket booth. Cristina didn't even care. All she did was drop her flowers and go home. On the way back home, a mysterious green glow indulged her, but she didn't care. All she wanted was to strangle that no good Loud kid. By the time the glow had stopped, she had reached her house. She stormed up to her room without even saying a word to her parents, who weren't planning to ask anyway. Her eyes said it all. By the time Cristina reached her room, she had a slight pain in her stomach, which she ignored. She felt something in her eyes, so she looked in the mirror to find her eyes were solid red, no pupils, no irises, no nothing. The pain grew worse, and Cristina clutched her stomach in agony, but still looking at that mirror. She was surprised to see that her muscles were growing to the size of a fitness model... and then some. Her sleeves ripped apart by the sheer size of her muscles, and all the while she noticed her skin was turning a deep purple. The next surprising sight was that of her sprouting wings. Yes, wings. Sharp, pink, shiny wings. Ironically enough, it didn't clash with her new image. Her already red hair turned an even brighter red, lengthening and becoming almost sentient in the process, although she could control it. The pain stopped. Cristina stood up, looking at her newly changed self, noticing claws that had grown while she was growing wings and she hadn't noticed... and did nothing. She didn't strike a pose to show off her new physique. She didn't fly around to test out her wings or make funny motions with her hair. The old Cristina might have done this, but not anymore. Cristina had only one thought on her mind: DESTROY LINCOLN LOUD.