Unknown POV, Fallout Alley Youth Zone
Fighting for breath, I duck as a microwave oven flew past my ear. As I continue to run, I hear the cheers of those watching, the ones sitting on stolen chairs, dragged to the wall of the now clear glass dome. Perhaps the most disturbing thing is that I can see those outside of the dome. They're cheering too. Shaking it off, I concentrate on finding some form of defence, anything to stop the constant attacks from the blonde haired psycho behind me. As an IKEA table narrowly misses my head, I dive behind a partially collapsed wall, feebly holding a chunk of dry wall in front of me. I shake uncontrollably, involuntary tears of sheer terror dripping off my freckled nose and onto the littered ground below, as I hear a dry laugh behind me. A sob lodged in my throat, I turn around slowly, to face my pursuer. If he wanted, he could kill me in any number of ways - but that's not his style. His eyes glint with power, the colour of a stormy ocean, as he decides what to do with me.
'So…Heather, is it? Three bar? Manipulation of fire?'
Swallowing, I nod, trying to no avail to stop the shivering. There's no point anyway, he already knows that he's won.
