Kill them all. Come on, little sister, you know it is in your veins. Kill them.
Each tick of the clock pushed them further into unknown territory. She did not like the unknown. It was a dark place, a place where she had no business being. She needed knowledge, she needed to know which step she could take that would lead her in the right direction, which path was the best option. Standing still in a desolate corner in the club was not that place. Tightening her jaw, she had to take a breath to get the unease under control. It wasn’t a breath to expand her lungs and to bring life to her body, but a breath that was more in par with comfort. It was something, that despite being well over a year dead, she had never fully gotten rid of. As Remington shifted next to her, she let her jade gaze pull from the room to his features. He seemed at ease, as calm as she appeared on the outside, but she knew better. Without knowing him as well as some, she knew that there wasn’t a single way in hell he wasn’t as tense and on edge as she was within. They had to get out of there – and soon.
“I cannot tunnel. I do not possess those powers, and it would not be beneficial.” No sooner had she said the words did the same thought seemed to enter his mind. She couldn’t read him, but she could see the instant dismissal in his eyes. He was intelligent, she would give him that. A trusted confidant in this desperate time. Reaching behind her, she gave a quick snap of her wrist, breaking the band that held her hair in the usual braid. Without missing a beat, she quickly reformed the twists and secured the dark chocolate tresses with another tie. It had only taken a matter of seconds, and it wasn’t for beauty, but for utility. She had learned at a young age that if she wanted to keep her hair, she would have to have it stay out of her eyes. It had been a hard lesson, but one she had kept with her until this day.
You are wasting time.
You did not waste time leading death to our door. What do they possess that I did not, little sister?
You did not waste time leading death to our door. What do they possess that I did not, little sister?
His voice continued to taunt her, the apparition shimmering in and out of view between her and her faction mate. It drowned out the sound of Remington speaking, but she hadn’t needed to hear his words. As he took a step forward to begin the fight, she brushed her fingers over her gun. She could practically feel the metal burn her fingers through the leather gloves, but she knew it was only heated to her. It was a mental thing, her husband had taught her. When her need to kill penetrated every rational thought, her mind caused her body to believe the metal would scald her. A training technique to keep her logical, even in the most heated time of battle. “I am right behind you,” she whispered, the iPad powered off and tucked back into its satchel at her side. She doubted he’d understand much of what she said with her low tone and thick, almost incomprehensible accent.
It didn’t matter.
She had felt the power swelling inside of her, the irrational anger that she felt at being cornered – and with others in her midst. She just hadn’t expected to use it without her knowledge. Had she caused the ground to shake once more? Or had it been the cause of the violent storm outside? Instinct told her that it was her, that the rumbling of the ground and the vicious swaying over the building had been because she’d been too far into her own thoughts to control herself. Any other time, and she would have been worried about exposing herself, but with the raging storm carrying on outside, it was easy to allow everyone to believe it was at fault. She parted her lips to warn Remington, her tongue rolling into the shape of ‘R’ but it never formed. The ceiling above her had cracked, a large piece of cement peeling from its place of security. One moment she had one foot in front of her, body positioned to head for the black haired woman, and the next, she was crushed beneath the weight of a school bus and everything had gone black.
I told you that you should have killed them, Iskra.
