Gₒₒd ₒₗd₋Fₐₛₕᵢₒₙₑd ₗₒᵥₑᵣ Bₒy ~ Dᵢᵣₖ Gₑₙₜₗy

Losing Face

Eight times. Sicillian had been tested on these things eight more times since the first with Helios. At first, they just pitted Cain and Phoenix together, but then Ken got ambitious. He began to expand. Soon she'd taken on Clarabelle's ability to warp frequency and tone and Bart's invulnerability.

The Supervisor knew he was playing with fire, (quite literally). If he kept going, kept pushing, the brunette American could become a real problem for him. In worse news, Priest had lost sight on Icarus and Incubus. The two Projects had been in Seattle, under the tracker's supervision, but managed to slip away accompanied by Farah Black, Amanda and Todd Brotzman. Project Lamia, or Mona Wilder as she was known, was also suspected to be travelling with them.

Sure, this was in the plan, use Cain to lure Dirk Gently in, but Priest was supposed to track them the whole way. And with his new discoveries, he was beginning to doubt his old theory of Icarus being the key to it all. If Sicillian Presque gained full control of her untapped power, it could be disastrous. It was no secret the woman had a fire temper and a hatred for those who worked at Blackwing. She was strong enough using fists and firearms, if she had all this other enhancements too, Ken dreaded to think what she'd do.

He rested his forehead on the desk in defeat, unaware that in her chamber, Project Cain was already learning to retain and control.

Helios had taught her a trick for focusing. She was doing that now, watching a single, almost imperceptible flame. The green eyed American had her fingers splayed, squinting as she forced the fire to move in a cyclical pattern in-between each. A slight flicker of the light caught her attention, breaking her eye contact. The one tiny distraction broke her concentration.

"Fuck!" She hissed, burning the edge of her thumb slightly. She closed her palm, extinguishing the fire. The Supervisor didn't know she was able to keep the anomalies she took on from the other subjects. She planned on keeping it that way. The brunette could use this as a weapon. She could bring this whole thing to an end, break out the Projects. Destroy Blackwing.

She hadn't even meant to retain their characteristics. It just sort of... Happened. It had been a particularly bad day. Usually she wasn't too bothered when Sofie or Ken would express their disappointment in her, but that day, they targeted Helios too. Sicillian had developed a sort of maternal instinct in regards to the boy, and any act against him was one she wouldn't let slide.

The anger built and built, manifesting itself into what would be a relapse into her old ways of abusing her pillow, there being nothing else in the room worth destroying. Back when this sort of thing happened in the 90s, she tried seeing if punching a wall would help, but surprisingly, it didn't. All the act did was leave her with a broken hand.

Sicillian had been just about to finally relax and sleep when the cotton cased comfort caught on fire. The brunette hadn't really known what to do, blowing hard to try and get it to extinguish. Thankfully it did without too much injury towards herself.

As of now, she'd only been able to retain Helios's ability, having had the most experience with it. It was certainly easier to channel the other subjects enhancements when she was touching them in some way, but she knew if she truly wanted to use this to her own advantage the American would need practice and control.

She tho about her friends back in Seattle. Sicillian had a sinking feeling they'd be on their way here soon to 'rescue' her, or whatever. She'd tried to warn Dirk in the phone call not to do that, but even as she was imploring and begging, the green eyed woman knew she ultimately couldn't stop him. Because she knew the brit, and she knew how deeply he cared for her. In his position, she would have done the same. That was unequivocally the problem with the two.