A/N: It's been far too long since I last updated this story, and I think that it is about time that I came through for those left in the wings for far too long!
Disclaimer: I don't own Bioshock.
Pain...that was all that registered in his mind. His whole body ached as though it had been slammed against a wall repeatedly for hours. Not surprising considering what had transpired before hand.
Eyes opening slowly, Reece found himself face down on the floor of the First Lady's bridge with blood flowing freely from a large cut on his forehead. Groaning as he pushed himself up on his arms and rolling over on to his back. A sharp pain in his side made him hiss when he moved.
Reaching his hand up under his jacket, he felt a large chunk of glass sticking out of his right side. "Shit." he cursed pulling his hand away and finding blood coating his palm. Pulling on what strength he could, he rolled on to his uninjured side and moved to a kneeling position.
Doing everything he could to not agitate his injury as he got to his feet, "Elizabeth? Elizabeth where are you?" he called out into the damaged room.
"Over here!" she responded from the back. Reece gritted his teeth as he held his bleeding side and shuffled her way. Finding the young woman trapped under the medical cot that had been set up before the crash. Thankfully, the beds metal frame had shielded her from the rest of the objects that had been thrown around when Songbird brought them down.
Grabbing the edge of the cot, Reece grunted as he tossed it aside and allowing Elizabeth to get up. She looked unharmed, save for a cut on her right cheek and bruises on her right eye and the left side of her neck.
"Anything broken?" the traveler asked, wincing when his side flared up.
"You mean other than our ship?" she asked with a humorless smile. It quickly faded when she saw her companion cluching his side. "Reece? What's wrong?"
He waved her off, "N-Nothing. It's nothing." He stumbled a little forcing Elizabeth to catch him. Her hand making contact with his wound making him hiss.
"Reece! Oh my god!" she gasped seeing her hand covered in his blood. Pulling his jacket to the side and lifting his shirt to see the chunk of glass sticking out. She ran her fingers over it gently making Reece tense up, "We need to remove it, or the bleeding won't stop."
Leaning heavily against an overturned crate, Reece nodded. Taking several deep breaths as his charge began poking and proding at the wound. After a few seconds she seemed to find what she was looking for as she put one hand on the wound itself and the other on the glass shard. Giving him one last glance as she spread the skin open wider, pulling the shard with enough pressure without breaking it.
The traveler gripped the crate he was leaning on, knuckles whitening from the pain as the shard came free. Blood oozing down his side and soaking into his black t-shirt.
Elizabeth moved fast, grabbing a couple of cloths on the floor next to her and pressing them to the wound. Taking her companion's hand and using it to hold it in place as she grabbed another cloth and tore it into long strips, tying them around Reece's torso to hold the make-shift bandage.
"I don't think it punctured anything vital. But we better find a health vial to help." she said making sure everything was in place before helping Reece stand upright.
Before they had a chance to survey the ship, the teens could hear someone playing a tune on a piano outside. "What...is that?" Reece asked stumbling over to the cracked window of the airships bridge.
They had crashed somewhere within the city close to a large cluster of buildings. Down below them was a path leading through a stone archway where an old, grand piano was sitting. With two familiar people sitting by and playing it.
"That's not it." said Robert Lutece as the notes were played.
"It certainly is." replied Rosalind.
Elizabeth listened to the music being made and started to panic. "Reece we have to stop them!" she said running over to the door and trying to force it open.
"No, that's the E." said Robert. "No, it's not. Isn't. ISN'T."
Reece reached Elizabeth and helped her with the door. "We need to hurry! They're going to bring HIM here!" she said as they managed to force the door open. The young woman took off down the pile of debris outside as the twins played more notes. "Stop it! You don't know what you're doing!" she screamed at them.
Rosalind sat at the keys and continued playing until the song she was working on seemed to come out the way they wanted. "Ah, there it is." said Robert smiling.
"No...you've done it now, he's...he's coming back. He's coming back!" Elizabeth exclaimed as Reece managed to limp down to them and stood at her side. Ready to reach for his weapon.
"The notes were correct." said Robert.
"The instrument was not." replied his sister.
"One needs both to get his attention." said Robert.
"But if you know how to sing to him..." Rosalind continued.
"He will take you where you need to go." her brother finished holding our a slip of paper.
Reece took the card and looked at the images printed on it. They looked like blueprints depicting some kind of flute being housed inside a mechanical head. The words in the upper left corner read 'Songbird Defense System.' Elizabeth looked at the card as well before going back to the twins. "Who are you?" she asked bluntly.
Rosalind brushed her fingers on the piano keys. "We are where we're needed."
"And needed where we are." said Robert.
Getting a good look at the images on the paper, the traveler finally came to a conclusion. "Comstock must use these songs to control Songbird. If that's the case, are there others we can use to make sure he can't control the thing?"
Rosalind mearly shrugged, "Perhaps you should ask the maestro himself."
Looking at Elizabeth who seemed to be on the same page as he was. "So where do we find him..." they turned back to the twins and saw that they were gone. "Of fucking course." he muttered sitting on the now vacant piano bench. "At least they pointed us in the right direction."
"So what do we do?" asked Elizabeth.
"First we're going to scavange what we can from the ship. After that we're going to find someway to keep that bird-bastard off of us so that we can escape." said the traveler pushing himself back up and heading back toward the crashed airship.
X
There had been hardly anything useful during their search. Reece found his burst rifle behind a pile of debris. The barrel bent and the sight crushed leaving it useless. Most of their other supplies had thankfully survived the crash. But after the fight against the Vox back at the factory said supplies had been shortened by a lot.
Elizabeth dug out the last health vial in their pack and made sure Reece drank it so that his wound healed. Though her companion made sure there was a little left so that she could have a decent swig of it herself before they left the downed First Lady.
"We don't have much left." he said packing away what little medical supplies they could locate. "Couple Salts, little bit of food and water. We'll have to either hit up a vending machine or raid a store when we get the chance."
"What do you have left for ammunition?" asked Elizabeth.
Reece took out his hand cannon and popped it open, dumping the rounds into his hand and tossing away the empty casings. "Got four left in the chamber, and eight spares." he said slipping the rounds back in with two others before snapping the weapon shut again. "Better make them count."
They headed back to the archway and pushing the piano out of the way as they got a good look at their new surroundings. The archway opened up revealing a new section of the city. smoke and fires billowing in certain places as the sound of gun battles echoed through the air.
"Over there, in the distance." Reece looked to where his charge was pointing and saw a large structure floating a ways away. Dark clouds and lightning strikes surrounding it like some cliche haunted mansion. "That's Comstock house. If we're going to find him, we should start there."
"What kind of place is that?" asked the traveler as they began making their way down the steps before them.
"From what I could gather...it's an insane asylum." came the reply.
Reece shook his head, "Of course...this crazy train isn't complete without a damn nut house." The teens stepped down into a courtyard where groups of people were attempting to board airships, piles of luggage and belongings were scattered all over as the drivers of the airship tried to coordinate all the people.
"The Vox are coming, we need to leave the dock!" one of the drivers shouted. "We need to push off immediately, the Vox are coming!"
"Where do you think they're going?" asked Elizabeth seeing everyone trying to leave.
"Wherever the Vox aren't. Away from the fighting and chaos." said Reece as they entered 'Prosperity Plaza'. The place silent as a graveyard since everyone had cleared out and are now evacuating.
Moving along the cobblestone path, the duo breathed a sigh of relief when they found a couple of vending machines and began restocking on what they needed. Elizabeth found a Vox's Repeater gun by an overturned garbage can and tossed it to Reece as he found ammo for it in the machine.
New gun in hand, they began to make their way across a bridge connecting to the rest of the plaza. The traveler casting glances at Elizabeth every so often as they approached the building ahead of them. The crash fresh in his mind despite his wounds healing, but the memories of what happened before were just as fresh.
He had to admit that there was an attraction between them. Even throughout all of the fighting and never ending stream of people coming after them, the two seemed to find solace in one another. Her compassionet and innocent nature helped him focus on something other than the next time he would have to kill someone. And she seemed to draw strength from his courage and good heart.
They fit each other perfectly in terms of personality, they leveled each other out and made up what the other lacked. It was his connection that quickly bloomed into something more. But how much more Reece had yet to figure out.
Though he had really wished they hadn't been interrupted, so that they could both figure it out.
Deciding to keep those thoughts to himself for the time being, Reece shook his head and looked at the station ahead of them. Stepping off the bridge and into a small courtyard where more luggage was scattered and a couple of dead bodies laid among them.
"This is horrible..." Elizabeth mumbled seeing the dead civilians. "These people didn't deserve this."
Reece heard a low whistling noise from close by, looking up he felt his stomach drop. "Heads up!" he shouted pulling her down behind a stack of trunks as a couple of small explosives rained down around them.
At the top of the steps infront of the building, a rebel in light body armor stood toting a volley gun. A handful more coming out of the door behind him and beginning to take up positions around the entrance before opening fire on the teens' location.
Standing up, Reece looked down the sights of his new weapon and took aim. The Repeater was almost exactly like the machine gun. Except that it had a drum magazine and fired semi-auto instead of full for accuracy.
Either way, the traveler fired on the Vox, scoring a headshot on one and hitting another in the shoulder before he could drop back down. The rebel with the volley gun fired on them again, destroying one of the trunks in the pile they were behind and sending debris scattering.
Reece snapped his hand out and sent a Possession into the armored man. The deadly grenade launcher was turned against the other rebels. Bodies were sent flying, some in pieces as the explosive rounds detonated.
Seeing more Vox coming from a landing behind them, Elizabeth opened a tear that brought forth a floating turret. The gun immediately opened fire on the incoming hostiles and cut them down before they could get down the steps into the courtyard.
When the hostiles were all down, the man wielding the volley gun turned the weapon on himself. The blast sending bloody body parts flying in all directions as the duo got out of cover and headed for the station's entrance.
Walking up to the door, Reece saw the lock on the handles and gave it a swift kick with no success."Locked." he said stepping back.
"Here, let me try." Elizabeth said approaching the lock and began picking it.
Leaning against the doorframe with his weapon still in hand, the traveler thought back to what they had learned from the twins. "So, what is it about that song that brings Songbird?" he asked keeping his eyes peeled for more rebels.
"It always has. When I was younger, I used to be excited when I heard it." she explained. "He was all I had back then. He fed me. Brought me books. He was...my friend."
Reece could hear the sorrow in her voice while she worked. "What changed?" he couldn't help but ask.
She paused a moment, "When I grew older, I began to hate him. Because he was no longer my friend. He was my warden. He's just Comstock's pet...just like me."
"You're nobodies goddamn pet!" her companion growled with anger burning in his eyes. "Whatever the hell that thing is, if it was your friend it wouldn't have kept you trapped there like that. And you're right about it being the old bastard's pet...that's why were going to find it's leash and make sure it stays in the damn yard like a good 'pet'."
Elizabeth nodded silently as the lock fell away and the door opened. Though, the moment they stepped into the station they wished they didn't.
The main atrium was trashed. A statue of Comstock laid in the middle of the room surrounded by blood and dead bodies of men and women. Getting a closer look, the duo cringed seeing that each corpse had been scalped. The tops of their heads being pinned to a piece of wood set up by the fallen statue with a message in red reading 'Tell us Prophet. Do you see us coming?'
"...that's fucking wrong." Reece said shaking his head at the sight.
Elizabeth covered her mouth with her hand. "Fitzroy really was no better than Comstock...was she?"
"Once people get their blood pumping, it's pretty hard to get it settled again. It's how most revolutions really get their fuel. And it isn't pretty." he replied before leading them around the fallen statue and toward where he hoped the exit was.
"This is on our hands, isn't it?" asked the young woman.
The traveler shook his head, "Like I said before, Elizabeth. We're not responsible for the choices of others. No matter what universe we fall ass-backwards into, all we're responsible for are our own."
After picking through another lock, the teens made their way farther into the eerily silent station.
Reece found something akin to the Vox's version of a shotgun. It only fired one shot before needing to be reloaded, but the payload of the one shot was devistating at close range. This was proven when he fired a testing shot and reduced a nearby crate to burning shards of wood.
He pocketed the boxes of rounds next to it and was now holding the 'Heater' infront as they continued on. Passing by more bodies of people who couldn't escape the Vox's wrath in time.
"Do you have another plan for escape?" Elizabeth wondered as they rounded a corner.
"Still working on it. But there is an abundant supply of airships and zeppelins around here. After we deal with the Songbird issue we'll go from there." replied Reece as he paused at another corner. Pressing his back to the wall and peeking around to see two rebels standing at the far end.
He held up his and with two fingers raised telling his charge that there were two hostiles waiting for them. "Wait here." he stepped out into the hall, wind channeling around his form before he launched forward.
The two rebels never saw him coming as the slammed the one on the right into the wall with a sickening crunch. Reece spun around with his Heater raised and blasted the other man at point blank and reducing him to piles of burning meat. "All clear!" he called down the corridor ejecting the spent shell from the powerful shotgun and loading a new one.
Elizabeth quickly joined him and they stepped back outside into gondola's docking area. A large neon sign flicking on the opposite end blinking 'Welcome to Emporia' on the other side.
Comstock house was much closer and looked much more ominous than it did before. "That is what I always thought Frankenstein's castle would have looked like..." Reece thought outloud as they made their way along the walkway around the docks.
Elizabeth didn't seem to have heard him, lost in her own thoughts as she spoke. "This prophecy business...you don't think anyone can really see the future, do you?"
"I never had faith in things like that." Reece said honestly. "The future is what we make it and is never set in stone. Seeing what 'might' happen and trying to make things turn out that way could drive someone crazy. Living in the here and now is much easier on your sanity."
The duo perked up when they saw a gondola dock with the station. They crouched down behind a low wall and watched as the transport left of a group of five rebels and a motorized patriot in the form of Abraham Lincoln.
"Reece, two tears. One behind us and one down on the platform on the other side of the gondala." Elizabeth whispered.
The traveler nodded and switched to his Repeater. "Open them and stay low. Let them thin out a bit before we go on the offensive." His charge opened the tear closest to them and unleashed their own motorized patriot into the world. It's crank gun roaring as a hail of bullets began tearing through the Vox before they knew what hit them.
A flash of light signaled the opening of the second tear, an automated turret came online and began peppering the enemy machine with slugs and tearing into the exposed gears while its back was turned.
Reece stood up and began pumping rounds into the rebels as they tried to fight off the other patriot. The last man fell with a hole through his neck as they moved down toward the gondola. "At least we got a ride." he said taking ammo off of the dead.
Elizabeth knelt down next to a dead civilian and flipped them over gently. "Look at this one. Do you think he wanted any part of this?" she asked crossing the man's arms over his chest and closing his eyes.
"I don't think any of them did." said her companion solumnly. "Come on, there's nothing we can do for them." with heavy hearts for all the innocent life lost around them, the teens got on to the gondola and pulled the control lever.
The transport began its journey along the tracks and taking them closer to the asylum. along the way, they passed by a billboard on either side and Reece was a little surprised to see the Lutece twins there, one on either side of the gondola.
"I just realized who those two are." said Elizabeth as the twins as they played baseball. "They...well, at least she...invented the technology that allows the city to float."
"You mean the balloon and jet devices under the islands?" asked her companion. "Was actually pretty curious about that when I first saw it."
"Quantum particles, suspended in space-time at a fixed height." she explained as though it were simple.
Reece stared at her a moment, "...yeah...I'm gonna stick with auto mechanics. Because I barely made heads or tails of that."
Elizabeth shook her head before looking forward again, "But the strange thing is, my books said that they had disappeared several years ago..." they both kind of stopped and stared when they passed another billboard and saw the twins standing there having a conversation while Robert painted his sister.
"I told you they'd come." said Robert Lutece as they watched them pass.
"No you didn't." said Rosalind.
"Right." her brother surrendered. "I was GOING to tell you they'd come."
"But you didn't." said Rosalind.
"But I DON'T." said Robert.
"You sure that's right?" asked his sister.
"I was going to HAVE told you they'd come?" the brother offered.
"No." said Rosalind.
"The subjunctive?" asked Robert.
"That's not the subjunctive." said Rosalind.
"I don't think the syntax has been invented yet." replied her brother.
"Something tells me that they're not exactly what they appear." said Elizabeth as they finally passed the twins.
Reece rolled his shoulders, "I kind of figured that out when I first met them. And after everything I've seen in the last few days...I've learned to stop questioning the impossible." he admitted as the gondola moved along and closed in on its destination.
"Had to have...had...been?" That can't be right." Robert said as they passed another billboard where the two were waltzing.
The traveler rolled his eyes at the antics of the twins as his charge spoke. "They seem to want to help."
"They seem to be out of their damn minds." Reece replied pinching the bridge of his nose. "But I guess any help at all is better than nothing."
"Odd, isn't it." said Rosalind.
"What?" asked her Robert.
"The fact that we sometimes-" his sister started.
"-finish each other's sentences?" finished Robert.
"Exactly." said Rosalind.
"It would be odder if we didn't." came the reply as they continued to dance.
Elizabeth watched them pass by before turning to Reece. "How do you suppose they manage that?"
"Get back to me when the floating city, super powers, and supposed future seeing senor citizens start making sense." said the traveler as the transport docked into 'Grand Central Depot' Reece pulled out his Heater and quickly scanned the depot. Finding it clear, he lead Elizabeth up the stairs ahead of them.
Both coming to a stop when they saw a sign depicting a baby with dark brunette hair with the sun shining behind her. The words above and below the image reading, "The Seed of the Prophet Shall sit the Throne. And Drown in Flame the Mountains of Man."
" 'The seed of the Prophet shall sit the throne.' He was grooming me, wasn't he?" the young woman asked with anger tinting her words.
Her companion nodded, "He was, for whatever crazy ass reason he cooked up."
"Then why lock me up?" she implored.
"Control." Reece said gripping his weapon slightly, "He wanted a legacy, and he was making sure that you followed the path that he set before you. And with what happened with your tower and the fact he's still sending people after you, I think he also had a backup plan to make sure he didn't fail."
His charged looked a little startled, "What...do you think he had planned? To control me I mean?"
"We won't be here to find out if I have anything to say about it." the traveler as they pushed on through the station.
X
The Salty Oyster had once been a very famous resturant and bar on this side of Columbia. Customers coming and going through the depot would stop in for a good time before continuing on their way.
But now it was completely silent. Tables and chairs knocked over with blood splatter and shell casings scattered among shattered bottles of alcohol and cold food from a firefight that had occured long before.
The doors leading into the resturant shuddered a minute and was followed by the sound of metal clanking on the floor outside.
One of the doors opened slowly, the barrel of Reece's Heater leading the way as he and Elizabeth stepped inside. Quickly scanning the barren room before shutting the door behind them and locking the deadbolts behind them. They'd only encountered a handful of rebels after they left the gondola, but when they had seen the abandoned establishment they believed that it was a good place to hole up and catch their breath a minute.
Two men with clubs that had been sitting at the bar stood up and ran at them only to be thrown back by a blast of water. Reece switched the his hand cannon and put the rebels down before they could get up again.
"I'm gonna check the rest of the place, stay here and stay out of sight." he said channeling electricity up his left arm as he thumbed the hammer back on his sidearm. Elizabeth went behind the bar and ducked down as Reece headed to the back.
The small hallway by a vending machine lead to a second bar that had another rebel sitting at it who got to his feet with the new arrival. The teen's hand cannon registered loudly and the man was thrown into the bar before slumping to the ground.
"I still can't get used to this shit." he muttered taking the empty casings from his weapon and loading fresh ones. Thankfully the rest of the resturant was clear of hostiles, the bathrooms looked like hell, and the store rooms that had once been filled with various foods now had crates of valuables that looked to have belonged in peoples' homes.
"Vox must have been using this place to store what they managed to steal from the rich people around here." Reece thought not finding anything useful except for a handful of Silver Eagles.
Heading back to the main part of the resturant, he found Elizabeth sitting at the bar going through their bag while eating a few snacks she must have found behind the bar. "Place is clear. Guess we can take a breather for a couple minutes." he said slipping behind the bar and pulling out a warm bottle of beer.
"Are you even old enough to drink?" his charged asked after setting the backpack on the floor next to her and raising an eyebrow at him.
Reece shrugged, "Close enough." he said popping the top off and taking a long sip. He cringed and set the bottle on the counter. "Though it tastes like piss on a bad day." Elizabeth giggled.
She calmed after a bit and gave him a look. "How's your side?"
The traveler lifted up his shirt and undid the makeshift bandage she had made for him after the First Lady crashed. His skin had mended itself back together thanks to the health vial he drank, the scar left behind was a good two inches long bright pink but showed signs of fading from the accelerated healing.
"Better. Thanks for that too, by the way. Things keep going like that and I'll really start owing you." he said getting another smile out of her.
"Perhaps...but from what's happened so far I think it's safe to say we're just even." Elizabeth replied.
Reece chuckled as they settled into a comfortable silence. His earlier thoughts about the two of them resurfacing once more and he couldn't help it anymore. "Hay, Elizabeth?" she looked up at him. "I need to ask...about what happened on the ship. You know, before Songbird attacked?"
The young woman's eyes widened and she blushed a light red. "I...um. It...was a spur of the moment thing. You know..." she tried explaining.
"Elizabeth." Reece said standing infront of her and leaning on the bar. "You and I both know that that's a load of bull. There's something there, it's just been simmering under the surface and came to a head when we were back at the factory."
She wouldn't meet his gaze. His hand reached out and gently held hers. "I guess...I guess I'm trying to ask if you felt it too. That I wasn't the only one."
It took a few moments, but her baby-blue eyes met his green ones with an array of emotions behind them. "I...I don't know." she looked down at their joined hands and pulled away slowly. "Reece, even if there was something there, it won't last."
Reece stayed silent as she took a slow breath. "You're from another time, you'll have to return to your home eventually. You have family, a life away from this place in the future." Elizabeth ran her fingers through her now shorter hair slowly. "I just...I don't know." the confusion on her face was clear as day.
Taking a deep breath, the traveler knew that this could have been one of the responses that she would give him. She'd been isolated from regular human contact, even if she could understand what she might be feeling she didn't know how to express it. And the fact that he was a 'man out of time' also put a damper on a possible relationship.
But he could see it in her eyes. Even if she couldn't say it he could read it when she looked at him. There was a connection there, and he knew that it was something special. Even first meeting his ex hadn't been this intense.
However, he hadn't gone to a hostile city and rescued said ex from a tower while fighting two armies to keep her safe like he was Elizabeth.
For the time being though, they needed to focus on their situation. So Reece filed everything in the back of his mind as he nodded to her. "Alright." She looked up at him and he could see sorrow and something else in her eyes that told him she wanted to say something, but was being held back by what could have been doubts and fear. "We'll save this for when we're out of here...okay?" he asked holding his hand out to shake. "Partner?"
Elizabeth smiled and shook his hand. "Okay. Partner."
Reece leaned back and immediately slipped. His right foot catching on a shattered crate and falling to the side and grabbing the underside of the bar for support. His hand coming into contact with what felt like a switch.
A click echoed through the room, and a door over by the wall closest to the bar slowly opened.
Curious, the teens walked over to the newly revealed room and found that it was a secret storage area. Filled with rare aged alcohol, a safe, and a couple piles of pin-up magazines and pictures. And in the center of the table in the middle of the room, was a Vigor bottle. Bright bronze in color with a spartan helmet on the top of the cork.
They checked the room over, finding more Silver Eagles and a whole lot of nothing else. Elizabeth scrunching her nose at the porn magazines scattered around as Reece picked up the Vigor. " 'Return to Sender' huh?" he said pulling the top off and drinking the fluid within.
The feeling that followed was indescribable. Reece felt like his bones themselves were burning all along his arms. Through his hazy vision he saw his skin melting from his hands and arms, his bleach-white bones exposed as they were covered in something akin to liquid metal.
A flash revealed his hands back to the way they were as the new power settled into his being.
The door to the Salty Oyster blew open. Six Vox members stormed the resturant, guns all aimed at the secret room as the teens spun around. "Kill them!" the one in the lead shouted as they opened fire.
Time slowed to a crawl. Reece pulled Elizabeth behind him and held out his left palm. Warm energy coursing through him and projecting infront of him. The rounds fired from the rebels were stopped in mid-air by an unseen force, a second later each bullet was sucked toward the teen's palm where a ball of red energy began to gather.
The metal molding together in the center of the energy ball and began to steadily grow larger with each bullet that had been stopped.
When the rebels stopped firing, all they could do was stare at what was happening before them. The traveler held the glowing ball in his palm and felt the energy within it pulsing, "Here CATCH!" he pulled his arm back and threw the attack with all his strength.
The ball of energy sailed through the air and reached the Vox members, exploding in a bright blast that forced Reece and Elizabeth to cover their eyes. When it all faded and they looked at the outcome, they were shocked to see all six rebels laid dead around the now smoldering doorway.
"Oh...wow." Elizabeth whispered.
Her companion looked at his hand, feeling the same energy channeling in his bones as he smirked. "I think I have a new favorite power."
A/N: 'Return to Sender' was always my favorite power, though it had the drawback of draining your energy quickly. But it was a good ability to have in a last ditch effort kind of fight.
Reviews still very much welcome, and an update will be coming within the next day or so.
