Disclaimer: I still don't own anything, ok?
A/N: I'll be using the multiple viewpoints again, so if you can't follow, let me know, ok?
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Nike
Opal had said that we needed to fight. I agreed, but was still nervous. I didn't know how to fight, and if all of the guards eyes were shielded, then how could I use my gift? But Pyro wanted to go. That kid, James I think, looked ready and determined. And Opal herself? Her face was flushed and her eyes shone. She could take on anything, I was sure.
Mimic. That's what she wanted us to call her. She looked angry, but I knew that she was scared. I don't know how I knew, but somewhere in those hollow black eyes, fear was hiding. But she wouldn't show it. She would never show it.
The four of us walked down the hallway, towards the guards that by now were after us. Pyro shot out with a ball of fire. It didn't affect them; they were fireproofed. Still he shot at them, and the kid turned himself invisible. I glanced around, wondering where he had gone, and then a guard fell heavily, looking around. That's where he was. The guard peered around him, and as he was getting up, he fell again. He shot up once more, spinning in place; his fists ready to fight his shapeless opponent. Pyro was watching this, as if waiting for an opening. James grabbed the helmet from the man's head.
"Now!" the shout seemed to come from the air. The man erupted in flame, as a river of fire flew right at his head. The smell of burning flesh filled the air, and I looked away.
Then I realized the Opal was gone. She had seemed to disappear. The other two guards, however, were both lying on the ground, eyes open, blood dripping from their open mouths. I covered my mouth in shock.
Then she appeared from mid air. There was blood seeping in a small trail from her mouth, just as it was from the guards. She was kneeling, as if in pain, but stood shaking slightly, and drew a heavy breath.
"They're gone," she said, "Lets move." We ran down the hall and up the stairs, where we met a sea of office workers.
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Peter
After the fight, the three of us headed in the direction that the others had gone. I hoped that we would find them. How long had the fight taken? Not to long, I hoped. Jen appeared to be in shock. She was shivering, despite the fact that it was fairly warm. Her eyes were wide, staring off into space. Mike was carrying her I offered to take her, but he just shook his head.
We walked through the forest, and over the hills. It was slow going, and we stopped often. Jen seemed to be eating up our energy without even realizing it. We needed to wake her up, but how?
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Jen
My thoughts were not clear. I didn't know what was happening to me. I couldn't concentrate. I could only think of that man. The thorns. The blood. What had I done? I had a vague feeling that I was giving myself to much energy. How was I getting it? I couldn't stop it. Mike was carrying me. I didn't know where we were going. But it was cold, so cold.
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A/N: I know that it's short, sorry. I don't have much time today, but I'll write more soon! :D Please review, ok? Constructive criticism is always welcome!
A/N: I'll be using the multiple viewpoints again, so if you can't follow, let me know, ok?
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Nike
Opal had said that we needed to fight. I agreed, but was still nervous. I didn't know how to fight, and if all of the guards eyes were shielded, then how could I use my gift? But Pyro wanted to go. That kid, James I think, looked ready and determined. And Opal herself? Her face was flushed and her eyes shone. She could take on anything, I was sure.
Mimic. That's what she wanted us to call her. She looked angry, but I knew that she was scared. I don't know how I knew, but somewhere in those hollow black eyes, fear was hiding. But she wouldn't show it. She would never show it.
The four of us walked down the hallway, towards the guards that by now were after us. Pyro shot out with a ball of fire. It didn't affect them; they were fireproofed. Still he shot at them, and the kid turned himself invisible. I glanced around, wondering where he had gone, and then a guard fell heavily, looking around. That's where he was. The guard peered around him, and as he was getting up, he fell again. He shot up once more, spinning in place; his fists ready to fight his shapeless opponent. Pyro was watching this, as if waiting for an opening. James grabbed the helmet from the man's head.
"Now!" the shout seemed to come from the air. The man erupted in flame, as a river of fire flew right at his head. The smell of burning flesh filled the air, and I looked away.
Then I realized the Opal was gone. She had seemed to disappear. The other two guards, however, were both lying on the ground, eyes open, blood dripping from their open mouths. I covered my mouth in shock.
Then she appeared from mid air. There was blood seeping in a small trail from her mouth, just as it was from the guards. She was kneeling, as if in pain, but stood shaking slightly, and drew a heavy breath.
"They're gone," she said, "Lets move." We ran down the hall and up the stairs, where we met a sea of office workers.
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Peter
After the fight, the three of us headed in the direction that the others had gone. I hoped that we would find them. How long had the fight taken? Not to long, I hoped. Jen appeared to be in shock. She was shivering, despite the fact that it was fairly warm. Her eyes were wide, staring off into space. Mike was carrying her I offered to take her, but he just shook his head.
We walked through the forest, and over the hills. It was slow going, and we stopped often. Jen seemed to be eating up our energy without even realizing it. We needed to wake her up, but how?
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Jen
My thoughts were not clear. I didn't know what was happening to me. I couldn't concentrate. I could only think of that man. The thorns. The blood. What had I done? I had a vague feeling that I was giving myself to much energy. How was I getting it? I couldn't stop it. Mike was carrying me. I didn't know where we were going. But it was cold, so cold.
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A/N: I know that it's short, sorry. I don't have much time today, but I'll write more soon! :D Please review, ok? Constructive criticism is always welcome!