Synthetic Beauty (re-posted)

Chapter Sixteen: Vicious

Phoebe and Kevin run, side by side, both of their feet going faster than humanly possible. Many similar people run beside them, all with black hair and combat suits. Phoebe's suit forms out of thin air and wraps around her moving body.

"What's going on?" Kyle catches up with the two.

"There are intruders in sector A. The entrance area. It appears there are Pretties dressed in combat suits as well. What are such petty creatures doing in battle?" Kevin observes his watch.

They run down in groups through the corridors, finally making it to a stone archway. Weapons clash in the front area.

Phoebe peels off and around the field of fighters making her way through the forest grounds. Suddenly, a painful shock comes from her collar, but she shakes it off, not letting it ruin her plan. The area through the side remains clear as Phoebe speeds past. Freedom. Here it is. Fast footsteps follow her and as she turns around, she slams her fist into the person's face. No longer are they a Pretty. Phoebe crushed his skull as if crushing a piece of paper.

Phoebe didn't care. No one would stop her from escaping. Suddenly, a yell comes from behind Phoebe, she notices Kevin, a sword in his shoulder that pins him to the ground. He needs help.

But he abandoned you!

But he's your friend,

But he was never there for you, he LEFT you alone not giving a crap about you!

But....

The list of doubts flow through her mind. She looks at the person standing above Kevin, a large gun pointed directly at his head, every Special too caught up in their own bloodlust to care.

Out of nowhere, a raging scream comes from her lips as she races towards the man holding the gun. Both the man and Kevin look at her. A large mass of Pretties comes toward her, her body doing involuntary work such as spinning and kicking an incoming Pretty.

She lands, her knees on the ground and her hand in a fist. Her head snaps up, watching the man as he stares, baffled. She goes into a full on sprint, only stopping to kill a Pretty. When finally stopping in front of the man and Kevin she growls, her foot whipping around and forcing the Pretty to fall on his back, a crunching sound comes from his head.

Kevin struggles against the sword as Phoebe kicks the man lying on the ground. She then feels a rush of power come over her. She knew what she had to do. She reaches out to the man's mouth, his face hidden by a helmet.

Using Poseidon's power, Phoebe force's the water in the Pretty's body to find a way out. The man underneath her squirms and cries out in pain, blood soaking his lower lip.

"How does it feel to have the blood pulled out of you? A human is seventy-five percent water and the water mixes with the blood," Phoebe smiles with sharp teeth.

A grunt comes from beside Phoebe, alerting her that Kevin released himself. With one long wind up, Phoebe releases the last blow to the Pretty's face. Blood spurts onto her face.

"Phoebe, you already used your power?" Kevin pats her shoulder with pride. He smiles at her and wraps large arms around her shoulders. Suddenly, Kevin's knocked down by a blur of black.

"Oops! Sorry, man. Thought you were a Pretty," Kyle looks down at a groaning Kevin, gives Phoebe a wink, and then pounces away, back into battle. The body of the Pretty twitches.

Without even looking, Phoebe does a front flip, kicking the ambushing Pretty. She grunts, falling backwards.

Phoebe laughs at this, drunk with thirst to kill. She runs this way and that, killing people easily.

Suddenly, her heart leaps in her chest.

Is that...? ...Tyler?