A/N: I'm actually going to the U.S. tomorrow (moving! Yay!) and so probably won't have internet connection or enough time to post a story for around two weeks. So, I'm posting this Chapter 3 earlier than I should. Hope you like it!
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The girl is kneeling in front of the men with a gun to her head, execution style. He doesn't have much time. He needs a distraction. But he cannot think of one.
There is a beeping sound. He turns, along with the others, in the direction of the sound. It comes from the girl's watch. She laughs, and then moves her wrist slightly.
Then all havoc breaks loose.
Boxes fly around the air, hitting the armed men and knocking them to the floor. Some of the faster ones duck to the floor, but they are soon swept and thrown into walls. He looks back at the girl.
She is standing up now, waving her arms like a conductor. Her hair is flying wildly, but the flying objects never hit her. Instead, she seems to be the one who is controlling them. The objects don't hit him, either, he notices.
Out of the corner of his eye he sees one of the armed men creeping and hiding behind a box. The armed man trains his rifle on him, getting ready to fire. The armed man pulls the trigger. There is a bang.
I barely have to look when I call the boxes. It is like calling, or like pulling the strings of a puppet, or orchestrating an entire ensemble. It is hard to explain this feeling, but it gives me power. It is a power. My power.
I knock them out before they even have the time to realize their mistake. One should never procrastinate, and they did in not killing me when they had the chance. I stand up, pulling a heavy crate and pushing it towards the group of men in the back. They scram, but it's too late. They fall to the ground, unconscious.
Now, I need to free the man who saved me. I don't know what the metal rings on his wrists are, but I somehow need to release them. I turn toward the man. He is looking towards the boxes on the other side, tense. I follow his gaze and see a man firing a bullet at him. Quickly, I concentrate my force in front of the man. The bullet bounces off the invisible shield.
Instinctively, he twists his body to avoid the bullet hitting anywhere vital. But the bullet does not come. He sees it bounce off a wall in front of him. The girl is facing him, with her palm outstretch, as if she is telling someone or something to stop. Her tense body relaxes after she sees the man is safe.
But she does not see the armed man retraining his target. The target is now her.
I hear the man shout, "Behind you!"
I turn around, but stop midway. Something has hit my back and the force shocks my body. Pain, unlike nothing I have felt before, sears through my back. I fall to my knees.
The man with the gun is ready to fire again. He hit her back and is now aiming again. Only one more fatal shot is needed.
The hooded man tugs once more at his wrists. The rings stay in place. But the fragile dry wall does not. It crumbles, freeing him from the wall.
Immediately, the man draws his gun and shoots at the sniper. The sniper falls before he can shoot the girl, falling into a heap. There is no one left standing, except for the man and the girl. Everyone else is on the floor, dead or unconscious. The man runs to the girl.
My body seems drawn to the floor. It wants to fall, and it takes all my will to resist and stay kneeling. The pain in my back burns, spreading its fire-like tongues to the rest of my body. My vision is spotted with black spots that grow. I cannot resist any longer.
As I fall, I feel something catch me. I try to blink the dots from my eyes to see what it is, but the dots persistently stay. I manage to see, though, the man's face. He is probably shocked from what I did. I need to explain. I open my mouth to say something, but then the world is dark.
He holds her as she loses consciousness and checks her wound. Luckily, it is not fatal, but if the blood loss continues, it will be. He staunches the blood flow with his hand and brings out a phone from his pocket. He presses speed dial. The person on the other line immediately picks up, as he always does.
"What is it, Captain?" says the voice on the other line.
"Director, there's a gang who's tried to kill a girl. The gang is out cold but the girl is bleeding severely here. I need a medical team here now," the man replies.
"Captain, I'm here for more important things than petty crimes," the voice says, annoyed. Only he could call a gang murder a 'petty crime'. "Call the local authorities, not me. Why are you asking me to clean this up?"
The man pauses, weighing his next words for its consequences and truth. He decides that it is the best thing to say. "She's one of us," he says.
There is barely a pause on the other line before the voice says, "I'll send someone right away."
