A/N i'd probably better explain what's going on 'cause it might get a little confusing, basically the rest of the story is going to be told from Electra's P.O.V unless otherwise specified.
I now had Witches Blood, the witch controlling my body was going to use my magic to kill Stein and Spirit. I couldn't let that happen. The dragon witch was an expert at using the Spacial magic and the element Plasma, an combination of pure energy, electricity and the witches soul wavelength. I had her blood , i harnessed all my strength, i had to use the plasma as a shield to stop any attacks from either side. I could feel that i didnt have much time left, the madness was swallowing me up, soon i would be completely in her control. Slowly i began to regain control of my body, it wouldnt last long, without further delay i felt the raw power surge through my body and form a solid yet transclucent wall, separating myself from the other half of the room. The control over my muscles lifted as my soul wavelength surged through my body, I smiled, "when i catch that damn witch, she's sure gonna pay"
I lifted the Plasma wall, but i passed out before i could move any further, my human soul was struggling to deal with the onslaught of magic in my soul wavelength.
Low voices woke me, i found myself tied to a chair, "damn, i thought i was done with being tied down." i thought to myself.
I opened my eyes, only to find that about a dozen weapons were pointing at my throat, poised to strike on command.
Perplexed, i asked the nearest meister, "Hey, What's up with this? There must be some mistake"
" Professor Stein and Death Scythe brought you here for interrogation after they found you on Dragon Island" came the reply,
"Hang on a minute, i used to be a student here! You can't do this!"
"You can drop the charade, witch, we know that you were never a student at the DWMA"
"I'm telling the truth, PLEASE LISTEN TO ME!"
A soul wavelength hit my stomach, i had never felt pain like it; my insides were burning in agony as a fountain of blood spurted from my mouth.
"Now, what is the location of the Grand Witch?"
"I DON'T KNOW" i screamed, confused as to why they thought i was a witch
"fine...have it your way..."
Again a soul wavelength hit me directly, and again i thought that my body would be ripped apart from the pain.
The next question was indistinguishable above what i thought were my own agonised screams, which resulted in another hit from my interrogators' soul wavelength.
My strength was fading rapidly, i knew i didn't have long left and i certainly wasn't prepared to die without first eating the soul of the witch that ruined my chance of becoming a Death Scythe. Even if, by some miracle, the Academy let me live, Lord Death would never use me as his personal weapon...
I had never wanted to cause pain to innocent people, but after hours of hearing nothing but my own screams; it was refreshing to hear theirs instead as I used my own magic to amplify my soul's wavelength and send it sweeping everyone before it across the room. In one fluid movement a dozen bodies hit the wall with a sickening crack and lay motionles on the floor. Although my soul wavelength was strong they wouldn't be out cold for long...
Looking down at the ropes that had been tying me down, i saw that the force of the magic in my soul wavelength had cut through them... Damn, i used more force than i intended...
Mere minutes later i was out of the Academy building, thanks to my 'Bladerunner' technique, where i basically used my weapon form on my feet as iceskates.I couldn't help but stall as i passed my old bedroom at the Academy, i was an orphan , so i lived at the academy whilst i studied. They had kept everything the same; all the 'Keep Out' signs were still there on the door, the floor was still covered in all my old things and even the bed was still the same as it wass the morning that i left it...
Somebody must have raised the alarm after i escaped because, on my way out, i ran into a couple of Academy meisters. One of them tried to cut me in half, using witchhunter. I jumped back just in time, barely feeling the blade as it just missed my stomach. I didn't want to prolong the fight unless i really had to, so i clambered through an open window and jumped onto the street below.
I had been in that cell for hours, it was night when i finally saw the sky again. I started to move forward again, but a blinding pain stopped me in my tracks... i must have taken a hit from witchhunter during my escape... I felt my hot blood pour from the deep wound, covering the ground in front of me with deep crimson. My final reserves of strength failing me, i slumped against the wall, waiting for the pain to subside.
Through the rain that had just began to fall; i heard footsteps, i saw a tall figure emerging from the grey haze of water. The pain from my wound overtook my curiosity as to who the figure was and i passed out... again ...