Disclaimer: Refer to previous chapters.

Thanks to my readers for following the story this far. I've been busy (I DO have other things to attend to before hobbies) and I thank you all for your patience. On another note:

I've been trying to test my skills by drawing Vlad lately, but I don't like the way he comes out by my hand. I was wondering how many of my readers are Vlad fans (though that should be a little obvious) and how YOU draw your favorite super villain billionaire?

Lastly, still looking for a better app to do my writing on. Still having to copy and past to old files that are still on my Doc Manager... yeah.

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Isabelle's Past

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A few more months had passed since the Agents had arranged for her to continue training on her own. That being the case, a lot of the staff around the institution had been relocated. Their services no longer required. A certain doctor named William, and a certain therapist named Tracy, luckily, were thought to still have use.

But as Isabelle walked into the deserted training room, she felt a twinge of sadness at the empty space that had been occupied by people she's grown fond of in her time here. She sighed and pushed her thoughts away as she transformed. The room's temperature began to drop, but then warmed up again after she brought up a strong red flame in each of her hands. She then fired the echo energy at a target-shaped button on the other side of the room, starting up the automated training programs.

"Please select training difficulty." A computerized female voice requested from the speakers around the room.

"Start at level ten and then increase by two levels every five minutes." She told the computer.

The levels where she would have to use electricity wouldn't be until after level thirty one. But not all levels after thirty one required use of the newest and most confusing of her powers. Usually she purposefully picked the levels where she wouldn't have to play with it. But she knew she had to play with it some, so today, she reluctantly decided to give it another go. She wanted to give herself some time to get in the motion before that though.

"Level ten, beginning in 3… 2… 1…"

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A while later, Isabelle was actually sweating. As a ghost. She figured that must be saying something about how hard she was pushing herself. She had finished four levels requiring the use of the static electricity… or maybe it was lightning? The next level was another of these, and the first target she had to hit was a metal one with a yellow rim. The yellow rim meant she was supposed to use her lightning to short a small electric sensor somewhere behind it.

One problem she was used to with trying to shoot lightning from her fingertips, was getting it to go in the right direction. She had come to find electricity was an unpredictable energy, and that more often than not, it flew off in every direction except for the one she wanted it to go in.

After a few tries, she finally hit the target. But instead of retracting back into the floor so that the next obstacle could come out, it continued its medium-fast pace around the room. This was another problem she had with trying to shoot lightning.

Even though she had put a good amount of juice behind the shot, most of the energy had gone off in one or more other directions. What bit of it that had made it all the way to the target, was not enough to short the sensor.

So she continued her strategy of shooting until she made contact, and hoping that one of the few times she actually hit the target, the shot would have enough power. But as the minuets ticked by, her frustration grew until finally she exploded on the room around her. Throwing the lightning in all random directions, cursing and growling obscenities.

"How the hell am I supposed to fight anything…?" She shouted at the empty room.

…If I can't even… hit a damn… She glanced over her shoulder at the target, reflecting her angry face back to her. She snapped.

She let out a feral yell and threw her whole body into a jab at the inanimate target. A burst of dark red lightning blasted from her first and middle finger that were extended to point at the object of her frustrations.

And for the first time, the electric energy flowed steady, in a straight line to the metal disk, which held the charge for a few milliseconds- glowing bright orange- before melting into a sizzling metallic puddle. The smell of burnt metal filled the room. Isabelle stood in shock, staring at the puddle, her body frozen in the action of having fired the shot.

Slowly, the orange liquid began to cool. Isabelle sank to her knees and stared at the damage she had done. The next level had started, but she was too preoccupied with the puddle of molten metal on the floor to even notice what the objective was.

"…What the f-"

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Another hour had gone by before she had completed what she thought was enough training for the evening. The entire time she had tried, but could not recreate the shot. That didn't matter. The fact that she had done it once, meant it could be done again. Now, she was racing to see Will. She wanted to tell him all about this new power.

She was so excited almost phased through the door without a second thought. But common sense kicked in and she knocked instead. She was shaking with anticipation as she heard footsteps approaching the door. Then it opened.

"Will, you're never going to belie- oh…" There was a beat before she recovered from her momentary shock. "Hi, Agent K." She said with a grin. "Long time no see."

"Alexander." He sounded a professional as ever, but Isabelle could hear a hint of surprise and happiness in his voice. "What brings you here?"

I could ask you the same thing. She thought. "I'm here to see Dr. Kraine- this is his room- I think I'm finally getting the hang of this new power!" She tried to peer through the door over Agent K's shoulder, but he pulled the door closer to him.

"Dr. Kraine is busy at the moment. You can come back tomorrow and tell him all about it."

"Oh… okay." She nodded. "It was nice to see you again. Tell Agent O I said hi."

"Will do." He said before closing the door firmly behind him.

"Guess it's back to my room for the night…" Isabelle mumbled to herself. "Or I could just do this." She grinned, and then turned invisible and phased through the door into Will's room.

Both agents were standing next to Will, who was sitting at his small writing desk. He was holding his glasses in one hand while grinding the palm of the other into his eyes.

"…she wanted to tell you something about a new power, or something." Agent K was saying. "I told her she could come back tomorrow, we have things to discuss at the moment, and Agent O and I are on a tight schedule."

"You should have let her come in. This 'new power' as she puts it," He shook his head before finally looking up to the agents. "It's a bit out of control."

"What is this power anyway?" Agent O asked.

"If what I've been researching is correct, then I believe she now has the ability to produce lightning."

"We are aware that she would be able to make electricity sooner or later." Agent O dismissed.

"I said lightning!" Will snapped, slamming his fist onto the table. "Not a sparkling static trick. Lightning! You can't dismiss this. Not this power, it's too unpredictable. When I'm gone, someone has to keep an eye on her- bloody hell, she's fried electronics just from sneezing."

Isabelle would have had to fight not to laugh at the last statement, if she weren't already busy being shocked from the first. He's leaving?

"We'll be sure that someone looks into it." Agent O assured. "In the mean time, we still have to discuss the terms of your relocation."

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A.N.: And now she has a new power to play with. Except... why haven't we seen her use it in Amity Park? Well, dear readers, the answer to that question lies in future chapters. Yay and stuff.