04-01-2015, 11:44 PM
The barrage of flaming arrows frightened her enough to duck and scream. When she looked up, everything was much clearer than before. Her heart beat so loudly in her chest she could imagine all around could hear it, except those that remained were too busy screaming. By some miracle, the arrows hadn’t touched her. Ivan, however, was another story.
Her Supercop was hurt. He was hurt and still fighting the madman that had suddenly turned what would have been a fun outing into a nightmare. “Stop!”
She screamed at the men over the noise but it didn’t do any good, not that she actually expected it to make a difference.
If she’d had doubts before, she knew now the man could do as Ayden had described. He was like her, but she had no idea how to stop him. Feeling useless, she watched as the men fought, only to watch Ivan fall to his knees one last time.
Stop!
Stop!
She screamed the thought in her head but could not move. Her eyes remained fixed on the suited stranger, and she watched in disbelief as the air around him thickened.
Moisture was pulled from the air, condensing around the crazed man as it often did around a cold beverage. The process was faster, and large enough to engulf his body, closing in on his face and cutting off any chance at breathable air. Instead of oxygen, he was being met with water, and all she could do was watch him and wish him to stop moving… to stop the chaos…
Her Supercop was hurt. He was hurt and still fighting the madman that had suddenly turned what would have been a fun outing into a nightmare. “Stop!”
She screamed at the men over the noise but it didn’t do any good, not that she actually expected it to make a difference.
If she’d had doubts before, she knew now the man could do as Ayden had described. He was like her, but she had no idea how to stop him. Feeling useless, she watched as the men fought, only to watch Ivan fall to his knees one last time.
Stop!
Stop!
She screamed the thought in her head but could not move. Her eyes remained fixed on the suited stranger, and she watched in disbelief as the air around him thickened.
Moisture was pulled from the air, condensing around the crazed man as it often did around a cold beverage. The process was faster, and large enough to engulf his body, closing in on his face and cutting off any chance at breathable air. Instead of oxygen, he was being met with water, and all she could do was watch him and wish him to stop moving… to stop the chaos…