Chapter 13: Separation

Written by: Croc9400

Note: there was a mix up with the previous two chapters and when they were posted. Coldstare, Scorch, and Catastrophe is chapter 11(XI), and Unconscious Prison is chapter 12(XII)

Kaz held the little boy's collar tighter than he should be. The boy was crying. Giant tears rolling down his chubby face. Jordan heard a woman screaming somewhere, she assumed that it was the boy's mother. Jordan did everything she could to restrain herself; to keep herself from pulling the boy from Kaz's grasp. But she couldn't. She was the only one who could stop them, for she was the only one who knew where the Dyad was, and if she gave herself up, she could be killed, or even worse, possessed again and forced to kill other people.

She hated Kaz right now. Killing came so easily to him. She wondered if it hurt him deep down. That maybe if he did wake up, would he regret what he's done? Would he know what he's done? She looked at him again, his eyes their unnatural shade of blue. Even if he was ever able to feel sorry about what he has done, no one would ever forgive him. Especially not after what he was about to do.

A small ball of ice formed in Kaz's hand. He placed it against the boy's chest, and pressed it into his body. The boy screamed as Kaz dropped him to the ground. The woman's screams grew louder. Kaz left the boy to die. It took every ounce of energy and control Jordan had to do absolutely nothing. Tears were forming in her now orange eyes, and she quickly blinked them away. If either Kaz or Catastrophe saw her it would be the end. She focused her energy on keeping her breathing normal, and only that.

Kaz walked over to the closet and opened the door. He pulled the plunger, and the wall panel came up. He began rearranging the squares. Jordan watched in awe. The wall the panel was on opened, and there was a set of doors in front of them. Kaz walked up to it, and Catastrophe followed. Jordan was close behind.

"If we don't come out victorious," Catastrophe said, "you both will wish you've never been born,"

Jordan glanced over at Kaz, and she thought she saw a bit of fear settle in on his face. Would he really kill them, after he just created them? She didn't know, for she didn't know him.

There was one way Catastrophe was banking on knowing if either Kaz or Jordan's mind control was wearing off. If one of them lost it, they wouldn't be able to control their powers. There would either be frost or embers everywhere they touched their bare skin too.

"They are most likely waiting for us on the other side of this door," Catastrophe said, "now lets show them what real power is,"

Catastrophe kicked the and Jordan went in first. Kaz threw ice in the direction on everyone on the left side of the room, while Jordan threw fire at everyone on the right. She hated seeing the people suffering, but she had to do it. Within minutes they had either killed or captured everyone in the main room of the hospital.

"Find me Horace Diaz, and kill anyone you see along the way," Catastrophe said. Kaz and Jordan both obeyed, walking into the back of the hospital. Kaz seemed to know his way around better than Jordan did, so she followed his lead.

"Kaz," her voice cracked. She was nervous. She didn't know if she had just given herself up or not, but she was willing to take the risk.

"What," he said coldly. His voice was as sharp as ice.

"Why are yo...we doing this?"

"What choice do we have?" he asked.

"Everyone has a choice," she said. Kaz stopped walking, and turned. He stared her right in the eye.

"I don't," he said, and froze her feet to the ground. He froze her neck to the wall, and her hands to her knees, "Catastrophe wouldn't want me to kill you, as much as I think he would like me to. Good luck getting out of this mess. He should be back here soon,"

Kaz walked away. He was smart to freeze her hands to her knees. If she tried to melt the ice, she would burn through her own legs. Then she'd surely be dead, along with the rest of the world. She was already dead, but at least she could try and save the world.

Kaz came up on Horace's office. He kicked the door opened. Inside, was Oliver and Horace. Both sat frozen in fear. Kaz slowly strode into the office. He walked right past Oliver, not even glancing at him. Kaz grabbed Horace by the collar, and walked him out of the room.

Oliver exhaled when he could no longer hear footsteps. Kaz hadn't killed him, even though he had heard Catastrophe give the order to kill anyone who wasn't Horace. Maybe somewhere deep inside, Kaz remembered him.

He had to help. He got up and ran out of the office, he ran down the hall until he came upon Jordan. He took a step back, and looked at her confused.

"You've gotta help me," she said when she heard his footsteps, "I know how to stop him!"

"How can I trust you?" Oliver asked.

"Oliver?" she asked. Oliver took a step closer, and pushed the hood off her head. Her braided hair was now orange, and matched her eyes.

"Jordan?" Oliver said, "oh my god..."

"Kaz is under mind control. I was, but mine wore off or something. He found out and left me like this! I can't free myself with burning holes through my legs,"

"Ok...ok...let me think,"

"Well think fast because they are going to kill that dude,"

"Kill him? Who?"

"I don't know who he is! Some guy named Horace Diaz,"

"Oh god. Ok," he said, "I'll be right back,"

Oliver ran down the hall. Jordan closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind. The last thing she needed was to accidentally shoot fire through her returned moments later with two buckets of water.

"Ok. Try to only light the top of your hands on fire," he told her

"Ok. But before I do, how do you know I have powers?" she asked.

"I saw it on the news for superheroes,"

"The news for what?!" she asked.

"I'll explain everything when this is all over...if we live,"

"If we live," she said. Then closed her eyes. She envisioned the tops of her hands catching on fire, and melting the ice.

"That's great, Jordan. Awesome," Oliver said. Jordan opened her eyes. The ice above her hands was gone, "can you pull your hands out?"

Jordan pulled at her hand. It was frozen down tight. She warmed them a little bit, and they came off. She quickly melted the ice around her neck and feet.

"Ok. Where is Catastrophe?" Oliver asked.

"Who?"

"The guy with the big ugly nose. The one who took control of you and probably created you,"

"Oh him. In that main entrance room. And he's Wallace and Clyde. They combined this thing, I think they said the Dyad of Nebulon, and they became Catastrophe or whatever,"

"Ok. We need to find the Dyad. Do you know where it is?"

"Yes, I do," Jordan said, "you've gotta lead me to that main room,"

"I can do that," Oliver started running, Jordan ran after him. When they arrived, Horace was facing away from them. Kaz and Catastrophe were looking at him. Thankfully, neither of them were looking across the room when they ran in front of the door. They hid behind the wall.

"We need to get into his line of sight," Jordan said, "I can tell him where they Dyad is, and we can find some way to destroy it,"

"Horace has split it once before," Oliver said, "he just needs to know where it is. Follow me,"

Oliver led Jordan to a staircase. They ran up four flights of stairs before they made it to where they needed to be. A room with one wall that was entirely a window. Oliver ran over to it, and looked down. Jordan followed. Below was the main room. They were now in Horace's line of sight. Oliver waved his arms madly, then dove out of the way. Horace saw him just before he dove. Catastrophe turned and saw the end of Jordan's cape as she ran out of the view of the window.

"Was that...?" Catastrophe began.

"Scorch," Kaz said, "I'll get her,"

"No," Catastrophe yelled, "you stay here with him. I'll deal with her,"

Catastrophe left the room. Jordan and Oliver walked back out in front of the window. Horace glanced up at them. Jordan made a circle with her hands and mouthed 'DYAD', she pointed to Kaz, and then to her own back pocket. Horace bit his lip, reached around Kaz, and pulled the Dyad of Nebulon out of his pocket. Horace mumbled something and pulled the Dyad apart just as the upper door burst open. Wallace and Clyde fell into the room. Jordan and Oliver smiled. They both looked down into the courtyard, expecting to see Kaz freed, but he wasn't. He was holding Horace by the throat.