In the bell tower's solitude, Elastigirl fought the symbiote within her. Its whispers echoed in her mind, a constant reminder of its presence. She was determined to regain control.

She tried to peel the black goo off. Each attempt was thwarted by tendrils of the symbiote, patching itself up rapidly, clinging to her like a second skin.

Angered, the symbiote tightened, squeezing Elastigirl. She felt it constrict, making it harder for her to breathe. Despite this, she didn't give up.

In her struggle, she stumbled and hit the church bell. The loud vibrations seemed to weaken the symbiote. It writhed in what seemed like pain.

Seizing this opportunity, Elastigirl started peeling off the symbiote from her face. It was a tough struggle. The symbiote's tendrils tried to patch up the gaps she made.

Its tentacles tried to restrain her, but Elastigirl managed to push them away. She was strong, resilient. She wouldn't let it control her.

Elastigirl continued her battle, peeling off chunks of the symbiote. Each piece she removed made it weaker. She could feel its grip loosening.

The symbiote squirmed and fought back, but Elastigirl persisted. She refused to stop until she was free from its control. Her determination was unwavering.

With every ounce of her strength, she ripped off the last piece of the symbiote. It shrieked and fled, leaving Elastigirl standing tall, victorious.

Elastigirl looked at her hands, now free of the black goo. She felt lighter, stronger. She had won the battle. She was herself again.

The bell tower was silent. Elastigirl stood alone, victorious. The symbiote was gone, but she knew her battle was not over. She was ready for whatever came next.