This is Sfiery. Here, the Slavic nations are a superpower.
After an epic massacre, many of the Rogues fall. All they had to do was kill one person.
They all lie atop a mound, littering its top. They're either dead or dying. If they don't still have poisoned knife blades wedged into them, they've been duped into getting hit by their own weaponry.
Weather Wizard, a metahuman who can control the weather, lies dying close to the base of the mound. Near him, his staff, with which he used to channel his powers, has been snapped in two...like a twig.
Turtle, a metahuman who can control time, is also dying. She STILL doesn't know how her powers don't slow her killer's knives, as they're airborne... As her killer walks over her, she pickpockets one of her high-quality watches.
Top, a metahuman who can induce dizziness, is dead. She fell trying to defend her bestie, Mirror Master. Her killer loots the bottle of dizziness-inducing pills she carries with her...even while fighting. But then, these metahumans weren't expecting to get attacked, before their killer killed them.
Peek-a-Boo, a metahuman who can teleport, is dead. Took quite a skilled knife to hit her where she was weak...but once it hit her, Peek-a-Boo was bound for the afterlife wishing it hadn't.
Monsieur Mallah, a meta-gorilla with psionic powers, is dead. It took quite a number of knives to kill him. He lies closer to the top of the mound...just above Top.
Godspeed, a metahuman speedster, is dead. It took all of the lightning in the world to kill a god of speed. Most of that lightning was his own.
Bug-Eyed Bandit, a tech nerd with an air force of robotic bees at her command, is dead. While walking victoriously over her and her team's corpses, her killer happily pickpockets the hive's controls from her person.
Ultraviolet, a metahuman who can control electromagnetic waves, is dead. She's finally lost her connection with the EMS. Shame, too; she was one hot Latina in life... She wore a prism pendant around her neck. Her killer loots this, while walking past her.
Trickster, another tech nerd who seems to dangerously prefer toys over usual tech, is dead. It didn't take much to kill him. Funny; his killer was kind of hoping it would. His toys lie all around him, broken.
Pied Piper, a metahuman with superhuman hearing, is dead. Near him, his boyfriend sidekick is dead too; they were a gay couple in life. Pied Piper will never be deaf; but before biting the dust, Pied Piper went all the way WISHING he was deaf. His hand lies just barely within his lover's reach. Both wore gauntlets, in the field. Their sound-controlling gadgetry lies all around them, busted and wasting away.
Mirror Master, a metahuman who can control mirrors and reflective substances, is dying. It took her killer a while to throw a non-reflective knife at her...but she did, and now she's paying for it. Her mirror-controlling gadgetry lies all around her, broken or as good as.
Golden Glider, a thief who wields gold-generating gadgetry, is dying. Her gadgetry lies all around her; most of it is busted. She wore rollerblades while working; their wheels are busted. If only Goldface could see her now. (She's rather glad he can't.)
Dr. Light, a metahuman who can control light, is dead. She wore a white helmet with a shaded visor, when she fought. Now the visor's been shattered...and the helmet splintered.
Block, a metahuman who can generate force fields, is dying. It took quite a durable poisoned knife to penetrate one of her force fields, to kill her.
Their killer lingers a bit, and loots from Pied Piper some of his whistles, from Mirror Monarch some of her mirror-controlling gadgetry, from Golden Glider some of her gold coins and jewelry (their killer still has NO idea how she wasn't classified as heavy artillery, just for not being able to go to war without taking this stash of bullion with her...), and from Dr. Light some of her flashlights.
But now, she treads to the top of the mound...where Godspeed, Ultraviolet, and Mallah all lie. She draws one final pair of knives, flips them, catches them, and throws them.
Meet Giselle Cutter. She's a telekinetic metahuman...and a black Londoner. She's so high and victorious right now, she's mildly considering cutting all of these victims' asses off, cooking them like pork picnic roasts, and gorging herself on them, as a victory ball.
Block and Golden Glider both stand. They seem like they're getting better... Alas, Cutter's blades soon come back around, and hit both of them in the back. They both fall back over; Golden Glider lands in a pile of her own gold.
"Rest in peace, motherfuckers," Cutter swears. "Here are your asses! You're welcome!"
She's surrounded by a construction site. The crew's going to have WAY too much fun cleaning all of this up, come morning... The cops are going to have even more fun trying to find Cutter's DNA in the havoc.
Nearby, a boreal wood lies. Cutter must make her way through this, if she hopes to escape this macabre before the local cops stumble upon it...or a witness in general. She likes her chances. But of course, it's amazing what aggression can do to warp a person's psychology...
Cutter's more vulnerable than she realizes. And it's only a matter of time before she finds out how.
